Chapter 51 The Pill for Leaving a Child, Hitting the Bullet in One Strike

Ji Qingwu knew this in his heart.

Their scheduled follow-up appointment hadn't arrived yet; this was just an excuse to help her out of her predicament.

Li Chengxun was unaware of Princess Qingyun falling into the water last night, which shows that the news was being kept under wraps and had not yet reached outside the palace.

If anyone outside the palace wants to know that she is staying in Zhaoyang Palace, there must be an inside agent within the palace.

Spying on the emperor's whereabouts is a serious crime; who would dare to do such a thing?

The answer is obvious.

Ji Qingwu blinked, not revealing her thoughts, and said with a smile, "This humble woman is foolish."

Princess Huachang's cool gaze fell on her face. Although she was not a beauty that could topple cities, her eyes were like bright pearls with a halo, and beautiful jade with a radiant light.

She wanted to take a few more glances, no wonder the emperor repeatedly broke the rules.

When did the Zhaoyang Palace ever accommodate the daughter of a foreign official?

If those old fogies in the Censorate found out, Emperor Wusu would be subjected to their indignant nagging for days.

Princess Huachang's gaze lingered on Ji Qingwu's fair neck.

As if searching for some trace, it then slid down to her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand.

The two walked around, and there was nothing wrong with her posture.

This shouldn't be happening...

Seeing the princess's brows furrow, Ji Qingwu asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Princess Huachang then asked her in the same way, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Qingwu shook his head blankly: "No, you came just in time, I haven't been punished yet."

There was a strange look in the other person's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Although the follow-up visit was fake, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way, so Ji Qingwu still went to the princess's residence with Princess Huachang.

This time, Ji Qingwu was fortunate enough to enter the main house, and he did not encounter Yuchi Lianping along the way.

The walls of the entire room were covered with white brocade adorned with gold flowers.

The curtains, embroidered with peony banquet scenes in gold and silver threads, led to an exquisitely carved jade-inlaid canopy bed, adorned with brocade quilts and embroidered blankets—a scene of unparalleled elegance.

However, what clashes with the room's decor is the striped, brightly colored animal skin on the bench, creating a strong visual impact.

Without a doubt, it must have been the work of the prince consort's ruthless hand.

However, even the eldest princess was willing to place it in the room...

"Please sit down."

Princess Huachang sat comfortably on the chaise longue, feeling a little sleepy because she had gotten up too early.

"There's another reason I called you here."

Ji Qingwu waited with slight surprise for her to continue.

All the other maids in the room withdrew, leaving only the personal maid from last time.

Princess Huachang asked in a casual tone, as if inquiring about the weather, "I'd like to ask you, is there any way to conceive quickly?"

Ji Qingwu was quite surprised. The last time she saw the Princess, she didn't seem to care much about having children and was still in a state of "whatever happens, happens" attitude.

How could things have changed so much in just a few days?

"The prince consort will be setting off for the northern army in a little over half a month," Princess Huachang said calmly.

Yuchi Lianping has been training troops at the outskirts of the city for the past few days. He is busy with military affairs and has no time to bother her.

I know not when I will return.

Ji Qingwu nodded understandingly: "There is a way. In a few days, it will be the princess's fertile period. You and the prince consort are both healthy. If you stay together for the next few days, you should be able to conceive smoothly."

She cautioned, "However, many women in rural areas suffer from infertility due to excessive stress. Physical health and mental relaxation are both essential."

Princess Huachang gently shook her head: "Besides this, is there a safer way?"

A more reliable, one-shot kill?

Ji Qingwu lowered her eyelashes, pondering, "It's not that there isn't."

There was once a wealthy merchant whose eldest son was seriously ill and on the verge of death. In order to leave an heir for his son, he bought a fertility pill from her.

However, this pill has side effects; it causes the body of a dying person to deteriorate rapidly.

Ji Qingwu said frankly, "Your Highness, there is certainly a way. We can use Liu Zi Dan, but it will damage the Prince Consort's body."

But considering Yuchi Lianping's robust physique, he should be able to recover after a few days of rest.

Princess Huachang replied without hesitation, "We cannot keep Zidan."

On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; a moment's deviation can be fatal. This elixir is so potent that it leaves behind many hidden dangers.

She shifted her gaze: "I heard that your husband, who died young, was also a soldier. How did you conceive your daughter?"

Ji Qingwu quickly explained to prove his innocence: "I didn't use Liu Zi Dan, I really didn't."

"Yes, it was a natural pregnancy..."

Princess Huachang knew she was lying when she saw her touching her ears and scratching her neck, but she didn't call her out on it.

My intention was to tell her not to keep anything secret, not to suspect that she had given her deceased husband the herbal remedy of fertility.

Princess Huachang sighed softly, "Is our fate as husband and wife really so shallow?"

His brows furrowed slightly, he sighed softly, and his voice, like an autumn breeze, carried helplessness and sorrow.

Ji Qingwu couldn't bear to see the fairy-like princess looking somewhat melancholy.

She thought hard for a moment and said, "I have another way."

But it's hard to bring it up.

Before she could even speak, Ji Qingwu's face turned bright red, and then she stammered as she leaned close to the princess's ear.

Princess Huachang's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.

After a while, she said, "I understand, you may leave." After the person left, she gripped the brocade on the couch and curled her fist tightly.

Ji Qingwu left the Princess's residence, patted his chest, and hoped that the method would work.

On the way back to the Ji residence, the streets were bustling with people, and all kinds of food were available.

Passing by a small stall, clean ceramic bowls were placed on the stall, and a fragrant aroma was rising from the stove.

Ji Qingwu sniffed the air; it smelled of wheat, ghee, pepper, and fermented black beans.

Layer upon layer of braised meat is laid in the dough, kneaded into a flatbread, with a little chili and fermented black beans placed between the layers, moistened with oil, and then baked in the oven until cooked and taken out.

Ji Qingwu had been busy all morning and was starving.

This stall was quite popular. She shared a table with a young couple and ordered their signature flatbread, along with a bowl of soup.

After eating half a bowl, my stomach felt warm and cozy.

Looking up, I saw the young couple across from me, affectionately offering each other half of a flatbread.

Ji Qingwu suddenly felt that the pancake in his mouth had lost its flavor.

Thanks to the timely arrival of the Princess, she was spared the punishment of kneeling, but she felt even more distressed than if she had been punished.

I finally stood up for myself, but I misjudged the person.

She had no desire to climb the social ladder, but unfortunately, others were willing to bow and scrape before the powerful and wealthy.

Ji Qingwu was holding a bowl, looking melancholy.

The stall owner was a very charming woman, and she brought over a small plate.

"Girl, try this."

The small dish contained purplish-red strips, the contents of which were unknown. The young couple opposite them were displeased: "Yu Niang, why didn't you give us any?"

The young couple were regulars. Yu Niang gave them a sideways glance and said, "You two are so lovey-dovey, you don't need these side dishes to go with your rice."

"Boss lady, please clear the table!" Five or six more male customers arrived.

Yu Niang pulled a towel out of her apron and called out, "Coming!"

Ji Qingwu picked up a piece, took a small bite, and tasted the sweet and sour plum flavor, but the texture was refreshing, like winter melon.

The male guests were sitting at a table not far from her.

Their playful words made Ji Qingwu pause with his chopsticks.