Chapter 53: Even with him, he is still like this. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, he likes to send him away...

He Jiuyue's black hair was untied, and it was draped loosely over her shoulders.

She gripped the door frame with such force that her knuckles were visible, veins bulging on the back of her hands. She seemed to be drilling a hole through the hardwood. "Let Wu Yang come, now!"

Chen Jin had followed He Jiuyue for many years and knew that she was very particular about keeping things clean, but he had never seen her so flustered. He was so frightened that he froze for a few breaths before turning around and heading towards the brightly lit palace. "Yes!"

"Wu Huan, why Wu Huan..."

Wen Zheliu's weak voice came from inside the house, like the meow of a kitten.

He Jiuyue immediately turned around and went back into the house.

Under the dim candlelight, Wen Zheliu's lips were pale, but with a tinge of bright red blood, like a riverbed that had not been moistened by water for a long time, quietly cracking into several deep lines, exposing the dirt under the mud to the scorching sun.

"I'm here." He Jiuyue held his hot fingertips with one hand and pulled them out.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"

Wen Zheliu's limbs felt hot, but his body was shivering with cold.

Perhaps sensing the source of warmth, he slowly moved closer. He did not answer He Jiuyue's question, but only kept his eyes hazily open, his eyelashes trembling slightly, like leaves swaying in the wind and rain.

"pain……"

He Jiyue pulled the quilt that had fallen behind Wen Zheliu and wrapped him tightly: "Where does it hurt?"

“Hmm…”

Wen Zheliu could no longer utter a single word. He could only breathe hot air and hum a string of incoherent and vague words.

He Jiuyue really couldn't understand, so she had to figure it out on her own.

"Stomachache?" Noticing that the hand of Wen Zheliu that was not held by her was resting on her lower abdomen, He Jiuyue reached out to check.

She just touched Wen Zheliu's tightly curled abdomen. Before she could press down hard to see what was going on, Wen Zheliu hissed and suddenly arched his body.

He Jiuyue frowned.

Although Wen Zheliu had gastrointestinal problems and often suffered from pain, the pain was rarely so severe that even she couldn't touch him.

What's wrong with him?

"What happened to Wen Zheliu? Is it so serious? Do I have to come? There are so many people in the Imperial Hospital, and my husband is waiting at home. Adjutant Chen, please be kind and find someone else..."

Wu Yang's mumbling voice came from a distance. He tilted his head and was complaining to Chen Jin. His eyes accidentally caught sight of He Jiuyue wiping the sweat off Wen Zheliu with a silk cloth, and he quickly fell silent.

"Greetings, Grand Marshal." Wu Yang saluted respectfully.

He Jiyue didn't care about the disrespect in her words just now, and just waved her hand: "Come in."

Wu Yang kept her mouth shut and took Wen Zheliu's pulse, but after taking the pulse, she did not talk about Wen Zheliu's illness as she did before. Instead, she frowned slightly, as if she had encountered some trouble.

"Is he seriously ill?" He Jiuyue had a feeling something was wrong.

"Yes and no, but I heard that the young master is resting now. Would the princess be willing to go outside with me to have a chat?" Wu Yang stretched out his hand and pointed outside the house.

He Jiyue tucked the quilt for Wen Zheliu and turned to go out: "Yeah."

"My Lady, Master Wen's condition is rather unique. His old illness has relapsed and he can't take medicine, but it's not entirely an old illness. It doesn't seem likely that he has a new one."

He Jiuyue was confused.

"It's neither an old illness nor a new one, so what is it?"

Wu Yang looked around, looking very busy and embarrassed. "... Before we talk about this, I have something I want to ask the princess."

He Jiuyue raised her chin slightly: "You ask."

Chen Jin chose his words carefully: "When was the last time you and Master Wen had sex?"

Have sex?

He Jiuyue pursed her lips and didn't answer immediately.

The most accurate answer is more than half a month ago.

But she led her troops to the southeast two months ago and returned to the capital a few days ago. She shouldn't be in the capital before midnight, and Wen Zheliu shouldn't be in the southeast county either.

They should not have met.

"Why are you asking this?" He Jiuyue didn't understand what Wu Yang meant, so he asked instead of answering.

Wu Yang originally asked this because she was confused after taking the pulse. She asked this to be on the safe side. When she saw that He Jiuyue avoided answering, she immediately had the answer in her mind.

"This humble official speculates that Master Wen is pregnant."

...He has a child?

He Jiuyue was stunned.

They had only had sex three times in total. Wen Zheliu was weak, so it should have been difficult for her to get pregnant. But he was able to get pregnant in such a short time. Could it be God's will?

Wu Yang let out a long sigh.

"My Lady, please don't be too happy. This is precisely the problem. I heard that the young master's old illness has relapsed and he has a high fever. If he doesn't take medicine, he might not make it. However, I dare not use medicine rashly.

"He is weak, and there are few medicines that can be used. Now with the fetus in his belly, it is even worse. Without your approval, I cannot use the medicine."

He Jiuyue also wanted to sigh with her.

Although she had never met the child before, Wen Zheliu was her childhood sweetheart.

But the He family still relied on her as the eldest daughter to expand the family. Her mother's last wish was just to hug her big fat granddaughter again. She really couldn't be so merciless towards this baby who had the blood of the He family.

The He family's incense must continue.

But I don't need any medicine, I'm just afraid of...

He Jiuyue closed his eyes.

"First prescribe a milder prescription to get the high fever down. He's running too high."

"I understand." Wu Yang usually didn't need to look up medical books. After a thorough examination, she could tell which medicines to take and how much to use. But this time, she flipped through all the medical books she carried with her before carefully naming a few medicines.

"Princess, this is the maximum amount of medicine you can prescribe. Any more will be bad for the baby, and Master Wen won't be able to handle it."

"Yeah." He Jiuyue tidied Wen Zheliu's hair again before taking the bitter medicine handed to her by the servant.

"Wu Yang, go to the side room and rest."

He Jiuyue was worried about her and asked her to go to the ear room. The hidden meaning was simply that she should not disturb He Wen and He Jiuyue's time together, and be on standby at any time.

Wu Yang kowtowed: "I obey your command."

The medicine I gave Wen Zheliu last time was all spread on the bed. Now the bedding has been changed again, and what I smell at the tip of my nose is not the bitter smell of medicine, but a light fragrance.

But where does this fragrance come from?

She never lit incense in the main hall of the Princess's Mansion.

With his nostrils flaring, He Jiuyue's gaze fell on the face of the beauty lying on the bed.

It is the fragrance of the broken willows.

It continues and intensifies.

He Jiuyue stretched out her hand and touched Wen Zheliu's collar, which was slightly open due to the heat. At first contact, she felt the heat from his exposed skin and retracted her hand.

He had a high fever and was pregnant with her child.

She couldn't do anything like an animal.

At least not at this time.

He Jiuyue scooped up a spoonful of medicine, tested the temperature to make sure it was just right, and brought it to Wen Zheliu's mouth again.

Not only did Wen Zheliu himself want to survive, but the fetus in his belly also wanted to survive. He actually drank most of the bowl of steaming medicine.

Although he closed his eyes and looked listless, his face had a bit more color.

But when he stared at Wen Zheliu's furrowed brows, He Jiuyue felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

If we can't use more medicine, doesn't that mean Wen Zheliu, a pregnant man, will have to bear it alone?

It turns out that pregnancy is such a painful thing.

Unable to bear watching any longer, she tucked the quilt in for Wen Zheliu and pushed open the door.

Chen Jin, who was waiting outside, thought that Wen Zheliu was in critical condition and He Jiyue would not come out tonight: "Princess, why did you come out? Wen..."

He Jiuyue raised her hand and interrupted softly.

"Where is the prayer temple you mentioned in the suburbs of Beijing?"

The next day.

Wen Zheliu was half asleep and half awake. He squinted his eyes and faced the glaring sunlight coming in through the window.

Where is he?

Sticky cold sweat stuck to his back, causing a chill. Wen Zheliu's eyes rolled and his consciousness gradually returned.

My lower abdomen suddenly started to hurt for no apparent reason, and I felt nauseous.

“Hmm!”

Wen Zheliu couldn't help but let out a low groan. When the pain passed, he found He Jiuyue lying on the edge of the bed, her hands as a pillow, her eyes closed.

He immediately covered his lower abdomen and bit his lip to stop making any sound.

He Jiuyue was a veteran and had a keen intuition, but even after all the noise he had just made, she showed no sign of waking up.

Moreover, there were dark circles under her eyes, probably because she hadn't slept last night. It was not easy for her to finally get a break now.

He woke up and fell asleep frequently last night, had a high fever, and felt uncomfortable in his abdomen. He vomited several times, but now there is no dirt on his body, which is enough to show how much effort He Jiuyue put in.

He is a man who is going to be a father. He should learn to be considerate of his wife and not wake her up just because he is feeling uncomfortable.

It’s just that the nausea during pregnancy is incomprehensible.

"vomit!"

Wen Zheliu was thinking about staying quiet and not disturbing He Jiuyue's rest the moment before, but the next moment he started to vomit.

This force was already unstoppable, yet he went against the grain and covered his mouth tightly with his hands. Not only did he fail to stop the acid from surging up, but he also held it back so hard that tears overflowed from his eyes.

He Jiuyue just opened her eyes.

"Stomachache?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Wen Zheliu tried to hold himself together, but his body's reaction didn't give him room to argue. He just hummed a word, and he was filled with nausea and broke out in a cold sweat, so he had no choice but to nod.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and his stomach started to cramp and he began to feel nauseous. Wen Zheliu couldn't help but close his eyes.

He Jiyue helped him up and put a soft pillow behind his waist: "Will it be more comfortable lying like this?"

It is indeed better than before.

But how can the torturous pregnancy reaction be resolved so easily?

The nausea that kept rising up in Wen Zheliu made his speech intermittent.

"I'm just a little tired, it's nothing serious. The princess is very busy and has other people to take care of in the mansion, so she shouldn't accompany me any longer. You should go and do your thing."

He Jiuyue lowered his eyes.

He is still like this, likes to send others away when he feels uncomfortable.

"Take good care of yourself today and tomorrow. The day after tomorrow I'll take you to the outskirts of Beijing to burn incense and pray for blessings. Okay?"

Burn incense and pray for blessings?

Wen Zheliu's eyes widened.

He suffered from various illnesses when he was young. Wu Yang said frankly that there was a high risk of him dying young, but his mother and father visited all the temples in the capital and finally made sure that he grew up to the age of eighteen.

It is for this reason that he still has great faith in such practices as burning incense and worshipping Buddha.

But He Jiuyue is different.

Although He Jiuyue followed him silently every time he went to the temple to burn incense, she never bowed.

But after he persuaded her twice, she said calmly: "Everyone wants to get promoted and get rich, but there are only so many official positions and the same goes for wealth. Buddha cannot help everyone."

Xiao Wenzheliu seemed to understand what he heard, but not quite.

He grinned, revealing a playful fang.

"He Wuhuan, what you said makes sense, but what I'm asking for is not money, nor an official position, but safety. You, my mother, my father, and my eldest brother, the four of us, just want safety."

As I recall, He Jiuyue just replied with a faint "hmm".

I don’t know whether I listened to him or not, but every time I followed him into the temple, I would light a stick of incense.

After not hearing Wen Zheliu's response for a long time, He Jiuyue tapped the wooden table lightly with his knuckles to bring his wandering mind back to its senses.

"Are you angry with me again?"