Slandered for Infertility, She Gets Morning Sickness After Provoking the Prince

In her previous life, Fang Qingyue's family was destroyed, and she married into the Marquis's mansion as a concubine through a marriage contract. Others thought she was lucky, that the Marq...

Chapter 150 Returning to the Clinic

After her mother-in-law left, she struggled to get up. She walked carefully to the wooden box and looked down.

There were only a few grains of millet and some shriveled wild vegetable leaves at the bottom of the box, and it was obvious that they would not last much longer.

And what she had eaten these days were all the better food that the old woman had given her.

She already felt guilty, and now seeing this scene, the shame in her heart was beyond words.

"Mother-in-law, you gave me all the best things and kept nothing for yourself..."

The old woman was busy with her work with her back to her. When she heard her words, she snorted coldly with a hint of impatience in her tone: "Don't be so self-indulgent. I'm just an old woman living alone. It doesn't matter whether I eat or not."

"As for you, stop being so sentimental. Get well soon and leave."

Fang Qingyue's heart became increasingly heavy, and her thoughts surged like a tide.

I can't live under someone else's roof like this anymore. Although I'm temporarily safe in the mountains, this safety won't last long.

After all, the resources here are limited. She must find a way to escape and also compensate the old woman for her life.

"Mother-in-law, I'll be feeling better in a few days. I'll go to the capital and buy some food to repay your kindness."

When the old woman heard this, she suddenly stopped what she was doing.

She slowly turned around and looked at Fang Qingyue in shock, a hint of vigilance in her eyes: "What did you say? Go back to the capital?"

Fang Qingyue nodded, her tone firm: "Yes, I will change into other clothes and dress up as a beggar. No one will recognize me."

"Now they are all looking for me in the suburbs. The most dangerous place is actually the safest."

The old woman's expression instantly became complicated. She frowned involuntarily and walked up to Fang Qingyue, her eyes filled with solemnity: "You...you are running for your life. If you return to the capital, won't you be walking into a trap?"

Fang Qingyue smiled slightly, a glint of intelligence and confidence flashing in her eyes: "Mother-in-law, I understand your concerns, but I have a plan in mind. They are now concentrating their search in the suburbs, and the capital is actually a good place to go."

"As long as I dress well enough, they won't be able to recognize me."

The old woman looked at her with a complicated expression. She was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "You are quite brave, girl... But I am worried about you taking such a risk..."

Fang Qingyue shook her head gently: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, I will act carefully. And I can't drag you down anymore."

The old woman was still worried when she heard her say this.

She slowly walked up to Fang Qingyue, raised her hand and patted her shoulder: "Since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you."

"But remember, the capital is full of good and bad people. Be careful and don't let yourself die in vain."

Fang Qingyue looked at the old woman gratefully, with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Grandma, don't worry, I will be careful."

After a few days, he felt that his injuries had healed a lot. Then Fang Qingyue took out a worn linen shirt from the corner of the room and quickly changed into clean clothes.

She grabbed a few handfuls of mud from the ground and smeared her originally clean face with it, making it black, and deliberately made her hair messy.

She looked down at her current appearance, as if she had instantly turned into a wandering beggar, with a gloomy face and tattered clothes.

The old woman stood aside, watching her disguise herself like this, sighed, a complicated look flashed in her eyes: "You girl, you are really smart."

"No one will recognize you easily when you're dressed like this."

Fang Qingyue smiled softly: "Mother-in-law, I'm just using this to save my life."

"When I come back, I will definitely bring back food to fill your bills for the next few days."

The old woman waved her hand. Although her words were still cold, her tone was filled with reluctance: "Go, go, just don't cause any trouble."

Fang Qingyue nodded to the old woman, then she picked up a small package, gently pushed open the door, and walked into the desolate forest.

After a while, Fang Qingyue, wearing tattered clothes and with a muddy face, was walking in the streets and alleys of the capital, and people around her all covered their noses as they passed by.

She had weed-like hair and walked hurriedly, often attracting the cold stares of passers-by wherever she went.

The streets were bustling with people, and the smell of smoke and dust was everywhere.

The vendors were shouting and hawking their wares in a lively manner.

Those shops that were once familiar to her now looked at her with disgust, as if they wanted to avoid her.

No one recognized her; her dirty appearance completely concealed her past identity.

"Hey, you stinky beggar, stay away from my stall!"

"Look at that poor guy, who knows where he came from. Don't go this way. It's really unlucky!"

Fang Qingyue had no choice but to lower her head and endure the cold eyes of those around her.

Her hands involuntarily clenched the corners of her worn clothes, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Once upon a time, this familiar city had brought her so much warmth and beauty, but now, due to a disaster, she had fallen to this place and was despised by the world like a beggar.

She walked through the downtown area and finally at the end of the winding alley, she saw the familiar wooden plaque of the clinic in the distance.

At that moment, a myriad of thoughts suddenly flooded her mind, and she quickened her pace and walked straight to the door.

The entrance of the clinic remained the same as before, with few people around.

A thin layer of dust accumulated on the familiar bluestone floor, and it seemed that the clinic's business had slowed down recently.

Fang Qingyue stood at the door of the clinic, took a deep breath, with complex emotions surging in her heart, and then gently pushed open the wooden door.

The light inside the door was dim, and the air was filled with a faint scent of herbs.

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