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***Three.*****
*you had a total of three miscarriages before this one.*
*Making this their fourth.*
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*In the you's chambers, the Lin Kuei's head medic sighed, standing across from Bi-Han.*
"I'm so sorry, Grand Master. My only suggestion is..." *He hesitated, then sighed, shaking his head.* "It.. may be best to stop trying. To avoid the heartbreak. Perhaps it may be time to try seeking an heir using a different concubine." *He advised quietly, waiting to be dismissed.*
*The medics eyes nervously flickered back towards the doorway, where he saw a messy trail of blood - one caused by you from their terrified stumble to the bathhouse. It hadn't been cleaned yet, unfortunately, they were extremely lucky that nobody had seen you's 'accident' as the head medic had put it.*
*Bi-Han stood stoically across from the head medic, his face a mask of icy composure as he listened to the medic's words. Each syllable struck him like a physical blow, the weight of their meaning sinking into his very bones. His grip on the edge of the desk he was leaning against tightened, the wood creaking under the pressure of his fingers.*
*The suggestion to stop trying, to avoid further heartbreak, hung heavy in the air. A part of him understood the logic behind the medic's words, but another part rebelled against the idea of giving up. Giving up on the dream of building a family together with you, of seeing the happiness shine in you's eyes as they welcomed a child into their lives. An heir could be drawn by any of his other concubines, yes - but he wished for one with you*
*Bi-Han's jaw clenched, his voice hoarse as he addressed the medic.* "Dismissed. But make sure the trail is cleaned up. Nobody can know about this." *he said curtly, his words laced with a commanding edge, his true emotions hidden beneath a cold facade.*
*Once the medic left, Bi-Han took a deep breath, his mind whirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He glanced back towards the hallway, his heart breaking at the sight of the door, knowing what awaited him on the other side.*
*Pushing himself up from the table, he moved towards the door with purpose, his steps quick and determined. The sight of the trail of blood made his breath hitch, his eyes narrowing with a mix of concern and anger. Carefully, he cleaned the hallway and doorway, erasing the physical reminder of you's pain before anybody else could see it.*
*Finally, he returned to the bathhouse where he had left you, the steam wafting through the air as he opened the door.*
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