Even After Drinking Sanyue Bizi Decoction, I'm Still Pregnant with a Dragon Seed

For three months in a row, every night after Cheng'en, the imperial steward Wei Jin would bring a bowl of pitch-black Bizi soup on time, watch me finish it with a blank expression, and even check the bottom of the bowl before leaving. Everyone in the palace laughed at me as just a bed warmer, not even qualified to give birth to a child for His Majesty. But now, the imperial doctor knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice that I was two months pregnant. I was so shocked that I almost crushed the tea cup in my hand, and subconsciously looked at the man with a sinking face on the dragon chair. In the peripheral vision, the Queen Mother's face was as dark as a pot. I get it, this is a dead end.