Chapter 201 You're Not the Only One Reaping the Rewards

Her personal maid didn't want to suffer with her in Anle Hall.

In this situation, Tao Wanyin could understand and accept that Yinxiang was looking for a better master.

But as soon as the man opened his mouth, Tao Wanyin realized that she had been completely wrong.

Yinxiang is a servant of Prince Yong.

From body to mind, it is all of these.

The news that Yinxiang inquired about was all that Prince Yong wanted her to know.

Whose scheme did she fall into, and whose pawn did she become?

Tao Wanyin no longer wanted to think about it. Her hands clenched tightly under her gray sleeves, her nails almost piercing her palms.

She said calmly, "I don't regret it. Why should I regret it?"

Her sunken eyes were already brimming with tears, and her expression was completely opposite to the words she was saying.

Looking at her gaunt appearance, Ji Qingwu said, "I'm not here to advise you, but Prince Yong came to me for help. On my way here, I saw your recent medical records, and the situation is very bad."

Tao Wanyin was also aware of her physical condition.

Prince Yong bribed the head maid here and invited the imperial physician to examine her pulse, but the two never met.

She said, "Whether it's good or bad, what does it matter? My father's life is in danger, the Tao family is doomed, and I have no good life to live either, so I might as well go with him."

Hearing her disheartened words, Ji Qingwu's gaze fell on her lower abdomen, and he asked, "Are you willing to give up this child?"

Tao Wanyin said, "With a mother like me who carries such a sinful burden, being born into this world would have been a living hell."

Ji Qingwu looked away and saw that there was still a half-eaten bowl of millet porridge on the cabinet behind Tao Wanyin.

She was emaciated, clearly having lost her appetite. Adding to her grief was the news of Tao Ge Lao's imprisonment that day, which caused her great distress. Yet, she still forced herself to eat half a bowl of food. What else could it be for?

The medical records that the young eunuch examined for Ji Qingwu consisted of a thick stack of papers, which had been kept every day since the Princess Consort of Yong entered Anle Hall.

If she truly didn't want the child, she could simply refuse to see the imperial physician.

Having finally obtained a son after so many years, how could they possibly want to abandon him simply because they are disappointed in Prince Yong?

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, a mother will not be willing to give it up.

Ji Qingwu could see that she was being stubborn and said, "If the mother's body is weak, the baby in the womb will grow slowly. Even if you used the prescription I gave you before, there is still a possibility of miscarriage."

Upon hearing her words, Tao Wanyin frowned even more deeply.

Ji Qingwu continued, "But there is still a major risk: if this continues, the princess may give birth to a mentally challenged child."

“If the princess ever decides she doesn’t want to live anymore, she can end it all by throwing herself into a well or hanging herself with a rope, but it will be much harder for that abandoned, foolish child.”

Upon hearing the words "idiot," Tao Wanyin glared angrily at her. When she heard "hanging," her face contorted in anger. Ji Qingwu's words stirred her emotions, and she could no longer pretend.

"If the princess doesn't mind, then pretend I didn't say anything."

Ji Qingwu smiled indifferently.

“The old woman in charge, Cao, said that I could only stay here for a while. I think it’s getting late. Since the princess doesn’t want me to take her pulse, I’ll leave.”

Tao Wanyin's throat bobbed; she wanted to say something, but couldn't open her mouth.

Ji Qingwu turned and walked out without stopping at all.

As Tao Wanyin watched her departing figure, tears welled up in her eyes.

Behind her came the sound of a woman's grief-stricken cries, wailing incessantly, her sobs completely devoid of the image and dignity expected of a scholarly woman.

"You are all forcing me! My father! The prince! And the child in my womb!"

"No one cares about my thoughts. You all want me to do things I don't want to do..." The sobs grew weaker and weaker.

What did Grand Secretary Tao force her to do? Did Prince Yong also force her to do something?

When Ji Qingwu turned around, Tao Wanyin had already cried herself unconscious and collapsed against the cabinet behind her, knocking the bowl of porridge to the ground.

When Tao Wanyin woke up, she found herself half-leaning in a soft, fragrant embrace, just like when she was a child and her mother held her.

But her birth mother had long since committed suicide, and there was no one in the Tao family who truly cared for her.

She was the child left behind by the late wife, and she had to work harder than her sisters to make her father notice her existence.

Tao Ge Lao loved poetry and literature, so she studied poetry and literature day and night, earning a reputation as a talented woman among the prominent women of Lin'an.

However, her father's love was not genuine; rather, it was a way of assessing her worth before bestowing any affection upon her.

But if she could do it all over again, she would rather be illiterate, so she wouldn't have been pushed into the limelight by Minister Tao and almost fallen into an abyss...

Seeing her staring blankly at the mold spots on the wall with her eyes open, not saying a word.

"woke up?"

Ji Qingwu withdrew his hands from pressing on her two large acupoints, let her lie flat on the bed, and then shook his sore wrists.

Tao Wanyin's hand grasped at the air, as if trying to hold onto that warmth.

Ji Qingwu stepped back and stood in front of the dormitory bed, saying, "The princess's body cannot withstand too much emotional fluctuation, otherwise even I cannot save you."

Tao Wanyin said self-deprecatingly, "Why did you save me? I'm reaping what I sowed. I misjudged people and deserve to be played with."

After such a strong emotional release, she felt much more at ease and her pent-up emotions were expelled.

Ji Qingwu tucked her hand into the yellowed quilt, showing no disgust at the filth of the dormitory bed, and even tucked the corner of the quilt in for her.

She said calmly, "You're not the only one reaping the consequences of your actions now."

Tao Wanyin's lowered eyes suddenly widened, and she stared straight at Ji Qingwu.

Ji Qingwu asked, "Does Your Highness want to know who that person is?"

Tao Wanyin didn't speak, but a light shone in her eyes.

"I'll tell you when the Princess's medical records show any improvement."

Ji Qingwu said, "This time I really have to go."

After walking a few steps, Tao Wanyin called out to her, "Qingwu."

With a dim look in his eyes, he asked, "Is there really no way to turn things around regarding my father's matter?"

Ji Qingwu turned around and observed her expression: "It's a miracle that the Tao family was able to save your life."

Tao Wanyin seemed to be both saddened and relieved.

"He should have died long ago."

Ji Qingwu stopped in his tracks as he walked to the door.

Tao Wanyin hates her father that much?!

"He deserves to go to hell, they all deserve to..."

them?

Ji Qingwu rubbed his little finger and saw Tao Wanyin lying there, muttering to herself.

She didn't know the details of Grand Secretary Tao's case. But Princess Yong might know more inside information that others didn't.

Ji Qingwu said, "You should rest well. I'll come see you again next time."

We exited the gate of Anle Hall.

She had prepared herself mentally in advance.

Sure enough, another person darted out from behind the stone lions at the entrance.

"Fifth cousin, how is Wanyin?"

Ji Qingwu said irritably, "Still alive."

Prince Yong asked in confusion, "Could you be more specific?"

Ji Qingwu said, "He's about to die."