The Queens: Scarred Queen Novel

Chapter 719 Chapter 719 Chapter 719 The Queen was seething. 'Since when did that damned Athena become so sharp-tongued? I can't believe she left me completely speechless. Arthur nearly rolled his eyes. 'Seriously? The mighty Queen, the very ruler of the Six Palaces, was left utterly speechless by her sister-in-law. What's the point of having such a mouth if you can't even use it when it matters? Is it just for decoration?' He was already in a foul mood, and seeing the Queen's pathetic display only made him even more annoyed. Arthur then announced, "Athena is expecting twins.

She must take good care of herself upon her return. I hereby bestow upon her wo aged medicinal roots, a thousand gold bars, ten thousand silver ingots, a vessel of pearls, ten strands of garnet jewelry, and a pair of silver inlaid hand mirrors." After a pause, he continued, "I hereby bestow upon Natasha a hundred gold bars, ten thousand silver ingots, a vessel of pearls of royal brocade." As Arthur announced the string of rewards, Fermin's expression turned dark with suppressed rage. 'Are these even rewards?' he fumed inwardly.

'They're nothing but a series of humiliating slaps across my face!' Desperate for an heir, Fermin took tonics daily and even married two concubines. Yet while even Natasha had good news, his two concubines hadn't even conceived. Right after the party, Fermin was summoned to the palace by the Queen. The Queen frowned sternly at him. "What is going on? Neither of your two concubines has conceived, making me a laughingstock." Fermin stood there with his head hanging low, looking utterly defeated, his brows knitted tightly.

After a long, tense pause, he finally said through gritted teeth, "Mother, I've done my best." "Utterly useless!" the Queen snapped, her voice full of anger and contempt. in bolts Of course, she was not cursing Fermin, but his two concubines. "I'll send the imperial physician to your residence to examine them and get their bodies in order. I refuse to believe that not a single one of them can conceive." Fermin mumbled a weak "okay," his voice barely audible. Seeing his dejected state, the Queen relented and dismissed him from the palace, unwilling to pressure him further.

On his way back, Fermin grew angrier with each step. But as his initial fury subsided, a suspicion took hold of him. 'Could the problem be me?' he wondered. Fermin grew more and more convinced. 'Ever since Pamela gave birth to our daughter, there hasn't been another pregnancy, he thought. 'I've tried all sorts of fertility tonics, but nothing worked. Both Viola and Athena are at their prime childbearing age, yet neither has conceived. Could it be that I'm the infertile one?' Fermin broke out in a cold sweat, his legs turning to jelly.

'If I can't produce an heir, he panicked, the crown prince's throne will never be mine.' "To the physician's clinic," Fermin commanded tersely. There was a reputable clinic in town where an experienced physician practiced with great skill. Fermin covered himself from head to toe, not even leaving his eyes exposed, before quietly slipping into the clinic. The old physician nearly bolted at the sight of him. A 14-thousand-dollar cheque was slapped down on the table. The old physician's eyes lit up at the sight of the cheque, and he relaxed.

"May I ask, my..." He paused, realizing that anyone so thoroughly concealed must not want their true identity revealed. So, the words "esteemed guest" died on his lips, replaced with a more fitting address, "Sir, what brings you here?" Fermin placed his hand on the table, deliberately lowered his voice, and said, "M 61% ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ find(ɴ)ovel.net wife hasn't been able to conceive for quite some time." "I see," the physician said. He didn't need to wait for Fermin to finish. He'd already figured it out. The old physician checked Fermin's pulse. After a moment, his brows furrowed.

He asked, "Sir, would you like the truth, or a white lie?" "The truth," Fermin managed, his heart pounding in his throat. The old physician nodded. "Sir, your pulse feels deep and weak, suggesting internal depletion and low energy levels. It typically indicates a deficiency in vital resources and diminished metabolic function, likely due to chronic exhaustion or physiological imbalance." Fermin didn't get it and growled menacingly, "Speak plainly!" "Oh, you may have fertility issues related to low sperm quality or hormonal imbalance..." the old physician said bluntly.