Simple. Father Lin sighed.

He expected it would be difficult, but he didn't expect it... He thought it was too simple.

His son has a lot of thoughts and complicated things, and he is a tough guy by comparison.

Lin Ting'er's body was taken by the head of the Taiyuan Hospital himself, but the pulse caught the head of the hospital by surprise.

"Loss of fertility?" Emperor Ming Cheng frowned deeply when he heard the news, "How could this be? Could it be a misdiagnosis?"

The head of the hospital clasped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that I have made a mistake, so it is really impossible to ask the other three imperial physicians to take Miss Lin's pulse together."

Emperor Ming Cheng sat quietly for a moment and said, "Who else knows about this?"

If no one knows, as long as the matter is kept secret, the prince's body may not be able to conceive an heir even if Lin Tinger is in good shape.

The head of the hospital has been in the palace for many years, so he understood what he meant, and said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, after knowing that she is infertile, Miss Lin went out to drink and get drunk. She said to everyone that I don't know how many people know now. .”

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