Chapter 64 Chapter 64
"Today is the first day of the new year. Wan Ning and I are going to Tanzhe Temple to burn incense." Chu Xian softened her body and slowly sat up. Her feet softened and she fell into the man's arms.
"Fujin, today is the second day of the Chinese New Year, and the prince has stayed in your room for two days." Nanny Chun reminded in a low voice outside the door.
"What..."
Chu Xian's cheeks flushed. The man behaved properly. Except for when he was Chi Zheng and stayed with her for two days after their wedding, he had never acted so absurdly.
Just as I was about to retort him, there was a knock on the door.
"Fujin, Nanny Gui has come in an emergency. The Eighth Concubine... The Eighth Concubine committed suicide last night. She almost..."
"The Eighth Lady refuses to take the medicine and won't let anyone get close to her. Madam Gui, please go and persuade her."
"Wan Ning!" Chu Xian got up anxiously and put on her leather jacket. She didn't have time to do her makeup or tie her hair. She hurried out of the house, but was pulled back by the man.
"Let me go! I want to see Wan Ning, wuwuwu..." Chu Xian wiped her tears anxiously.
Yinzhen tied up Fu Jin's loose black hair into a simple cone bun, bent down to help her change into warm and non-slip seven-studded velvet boots, and quickly took the padded jacket handed to her by the servant and draped it over her shoulders.
"I'll go with you."
Chu Xian didn't bother to continue arguing with the man, and turned around and ran towards the west corner of the main courtyard of the concubine.
"Xian'er, you have to go out from the west corner door." Su Peisheng thought to himself that this was not good.
The prince just gave an order yesterday to seal that small door to prevent the two wives from getting together and doing something bad.
"It's quicker to go through this little door."
Chu Xian took two steps at a time and walked to the small door. She opened it anxiously and suddenly a green wall appeared in front of her.
"What's going on? Open it quickly!" Chu Xian was so angry that she pushed and hit the wet new wall desperately.
"Xianrong! Take me over this wall immediately!" Chu Xian pushed away the man's outstretched hand.
Xianrong hurried forward, and before she could get close to Fu Jin's sleeve, she saw the prince hug Fu Jin tightly around the waist and leap out of the green wall.
I thought I could jump over the wall and step into the small door of the Eighth Prince's residence, but a new wall appeared before my eyes.
Chu Xian was so angry that she burst into tears.
The abominable Eighth Prince even sealed the small door. It was obvious that the two brothers were in cahoots with each other and deliberately prevented her from meeting Wan Ning.
"Prince, please take me over the wall. Please..." Chu Xian cried bitterly.
The man sighed softly, hugged her tightly, and jumped into the high walls of the Eighth Prince's mansion.
As soon as he landed, several guards from the mansion rushed towards him.
Seeing that it was Prince Yong's wife, they all stepped back.
Chu Xian rushed to the main courtyard of the concubine's house in a panic, and saw from afar the Eighth Master Yinsi standing outside the door with his head down.
"Fourth Lady, you are finally here. Please save our Lady, wuwuwu..."
Nanny Gui was so frightened that she fell to the ground at the feet of the Fourth Lady and burst into tears.
"What happened? What exactly happened? Why did Wan Ning want to hang herself?" Chu Xian asked anxiously.
Wan Ning is determined and would never commit suicide for trivial matters. She would only become depressed when she encountered something extremely hopeless.
"Yes... yes..." Nanny Gui hesitated, looking at the Eighth Prince.
Yan Jin, who was standing behind the Eighth Master, had a bitter face and walked over to the Fourth Lady with a bow to answer.
"To the Fourth Lady... that is... that is, Miss Zhang in the backyard fainted last night. The imperial physician diagnosed... two months of pregnancy... and it's a little prince..."
"Fujin...Fujin was just upset for a moment...so..." Yan Jin stammered.
Chu Xian's body swayed and she almost fainted from anger.
Wan Ning had not yet given birth to a legitimate son, but the Eighth Master disregarded Wan Ning's dignity and made another woman pregnant with a illegitimate son.
"Hahaha, congratulations, Eighth Prince. If your concubine's daughter left the capital because of Wan Ning, and you had sex with her after drinking, then what about Princess Zhang?"
"Stop trying to fool me with your drunken spree. If you were really drunk, you wouldn't have the energy to make love with another woman. Admit it, you just can't control yourself."
"Two months ago? You and Wan Ning returned to the capital, and you couldn't wait to get your concubine pregnant. You used your illegitimate son to humiliate Wan Ning. Is this what you call being faithful to Wan Ning in this life?"
"Okay, that's great... Wan Ning was blind to marry you."
Chu Xian turned and went into the inner room with tears in her eyes: "Madam Gui, what are you still standing there for? Do you want to force Wan Ning to death? Drive away all these ungrateful men!"
Yinsi looked as pale as death and was invited to the corridor by the servants beside Wan Ning.
"Fourth brother, why would she rather commit suicide than stay with me? What did I do wrong?" Yinsi sighed.
He doted on his wife, and even for her, he only had four or five concubines in his harem, half of whom were concubines she brought with her as a dowry.
Even her pure and simple fourth brother has dozens of concubines and ladies in his harem. How could she not be satisfied?
He must cause unrest in the family.
"Those women shared the hardship of bearing children with her. Isn't that good? Why is she so extreme?"
"A lifetime of one couple is absolutely ridiculous. Why does she always get stuck on this? Oh..."
Yinsi held his forehead in pain.
Yinzhen was speechless. What confused his eighth brother was also something he couldn't understand.
At this time, intermittent voices were heard from the inner room, and the two brothers fell silent at the same time.
Chu Xian sat beside Wan Ning's bed holding a medicine cup.
"Wan Ning, you spoke so freely to me in Haining, saying you'd take me to find a handsome man and live happily ever after. Why are you so careless and tormenting yourself?"
"Get up, let's go to the Eight Great Hutongs and have some fun with a handsome man."
In the corridor, Yinzhen looked at Su Peisheng with a sinister look in his eyes. Su Peisheng understood and turned around to have the handsome young men in the Eight Great Hutongs removed.
When he turned around, he bumped into Yan Jin.
The two exchanged glances, and Yan Jin spoke up, "Master Su, I'll handle the four front alleys of the Eight Great Hutongs, and you can handle the rest. How do you think?"
Su Peisheng laughed: "That's it."
The two of them hurriedly left.
Inside the house, Chu Xian talked to herself for a long time, but never got a response from Wan Ning.
"Wan Ning, even you ignore me?" Chu Xian choked.
"Xian'er." Wan Ning looked at Xian'er in despair. "That night, I argued with him. I forbad him to go to the backyard to look for other women. He agreed nicely, but then he turned around and got that bitch pregnant."
"Xian'er, wuwuwu... I'm like a fool, I'm just a fool... If Zhang hadn't come to pay her respects today and fainted for no apparent reason, I would have asked Nanny Gui to take Zhang's pulse, but he still wanted to hide it from me."
"Then you can't die either. If you die, it will only benefit Zhang and the Eighth Master."
Chu Xian's eyes were filled with heartache as she took out some ointment and wiped the bruises on Wan Ning's neck from the suicide marks.
"Xian'er, if you were me, and were fooled again and again, and watched Prince Yong embraced by women left and right, you would also commit suicide, right?"
Chu Xian was speechless. She and Wan Ning knew each other too well. The dead end that Wan Ning was walking on today would be her destination sooner or later.
"Don't talk about this. It's better to live a miserable life than to die." Chu Xian changed the subject.
"Xian'er, I want to go home... I want to go home..."
Wan Ning sobbed and threw herself into Xian'er's arms: "But my father and mother are dead. I don't have a home anymore... I don't have a home anymore..."
"Who said you don't have a home? You do have a home. If the Eighth Prince's Mansion and Prince Yong's Mansion can't accommodate you, you can come to my manor. If that doesn't work, we can buy another house to call our home, okay?"
"If you don't mind the village in Tanzhe Mountain, let's go home now. I'll take you away from here. Don't leave me..."
Chu Xian hugged Wan Ning's trembling shoulders tightly.
"Xian'er, I want to go home, I want to see my father and mother..."
"Okay, I'll take you to see them... Let's go now... I miss my mother and father too, let's go together..."
Chu Xian's father and mother were buried together in Shengjing, as were Wan Ning's father and mother. In order to conveniently worship and commemorate their parents, the two built a cenotaph for their parents on the back mountain of Huguo Temple.
I originally wanted to go to worship together during Qingming Festival, but I didn't expect...
Chu Xian wiped away her tears and personally helped Wan Ning to change her clothes and tie her hair. Wan Ning had empty eyes and she clutched Chu Xian's sleeves in a daze, her face full of tear marks.
"Xian'er, I want a divorce..." Wan Ning sobbed, "I want a divorce. I don't want to stay here for a moment."
"He promised to love me all my life. He promised."
"Okay, I'll accompany you to the Forbidden City to ask His Majesty for permission. Don't cry." Chu Xian held Wan Ning's hand tightly.
"Xian'er, I know you also want a divorce. Let's go and ask the Emperor for help together." Wan Ning felt more and more empathetic towards Xian'er's situation.
"Okay, let's go together." Chu Xian opened the door with tears in her eyes.
When she raised her eyes, two tall figures suddenly appeared in front of her. One on the left and one on the right, they blocked the door like door gods, preventing them from leaving.
"Fujin, it's not convenient for you and me to interfere in the family affairs of my eighth brother and his wife. Please return home with me."
Yinzhen had a cold face and raised his hand to block Fu Jin.
"Wan'er! Put down your hairpin!" Yinsi was shocked.
Chu Xian looked at Wan Ning in horror and saw that she was clenching a golden hairpin with a Ruyi pattern. The sharp tip of the hairpin was poking at her neck, and fine beads of blood kept falling.
"Wan Ning!" Chu Xian exclaimed, hesitated for a moment, pulled out the golden hairpin and pressed it against her neck.
"Your Majesty, Wan Ning's affairs are my affairs. I have shared life and death with her. If you and the Eighth Master want to kill us, feel free to block our way."
Yinzhen pursed his lips and stepped back quickly.
"Xian'er, I want to go home... go home..." Wan Ning roared weakly.
Chu Xian supported Wan Ning, and the two of them left supporting each other.
At the corner gate, Nanny Gui had already prepared a carriage and was waiting.
The moment they stepped into the carriage, Wan Ning burst into tears: "I want a divorce! I feel uncomfortable just seeing him. My heart aches..."
"Fujin, the prince and the Eighth Prince are following behind on horseback."
"Let them do whatever they want." Chu Xian and Wan Ning huddled beside the fire, both in tears.
At this time, the voice of Eighth Master's confidant Yan Jin could be heard again from outside the carriage: "Fujin, Mao has given birth to a little princess, and she just died of a hemorrhage. If Fujin doesn't like the little princess, Prince Baylor said that they should be dealt with together."
Wan Ning sneered, "Tell Yinsi that if he can stuff that evil creature back into Mao's belly and restore her virginity, I will forgive him."
"Oh, and then kill the little prince in Zhang Gege's belly as well. Will he be willing to do that?"
"Let's go, don't waste time talking to him, Yan Jin, get out!"
Chu Xian saw Wan Ning's red eyes and she was crying breathlessly, so she quickly ordered her to leave.
Outside the carriage, Yan Jin had a sad face. He turned around and saw Su Peisheng also had a frown on his face.
Su Peisheng watched Yan Jin's frustration and said, "Fujin, the little prince is crying and wants to see you. He is crying so hard that he is out of breath. The servants can't comfort him at all. Please go back and see him..."
"You... Ouch..." A big apple flew towards him, and Su Peisheng's hat was knocked to the ground. He staggered and dodged to the side.
The heavy snow never stopped, and the sky and the earth were all white.
When the carriage reached the foot of Tanzhe Mountain, the ruts sank into the soft snow.
"Hmph, this road was only compacted last year. I've walked on it hundreds of times, and the wheels have never gotten stuck in the snow and been unable to move. I don't know which two black-hearted bastards committed such a sin and aren't afraid of retribution!" Wan Ning cursed.
Su Peisheng and Yan Jin looked at each other guiltily and lowered their heads.
"Then let's go there on foot. If you have the guts, cut off our legs. Even if our legs are cut off, we still have our hands to crawl." Chu Xian snorted coldly.
The two of them supported each other and stepped into the snow, one deep and the other shallow. Unexpectedly, the snow was so thick that it didn't reach their ankles.
"Xian'er, it's so cold..." Wan Ning shivered.
"Wait a minute." Chu Xian leaned over and took off the seven-nailed boots with goose down and mink lining on her left foot.
Before she went out, the man stubbornly stopped her and personally put on the pair of cold-resistant seven-nail boots for her. When Chu Xian thought of that man, she felt endless irritation in her heart.
How nice it would be if we had not met and fallen in love with that person in a different time and space. Unfortunately, there is no if, and everything has turned out to be bitter fruit.
Dispelling the unrealistic fantasies in her mind, she bent over and put the seven-spike boot on Wan Ning's left foot, and each of them wore a warm boot.
Chu Xian and Wan Ning can share anything except men.
"Xian'er, you are so nice." Wan Ning sniffed and held Xian'er tightly.
After passing an octagonal roof, a long wooden plank appeared in front of us, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Chu Xian teased, "Look, when you get to the mountain, there's always a way out."
Wan Ning hummed softly, stepped on the wooden board, and slowly walked towards the peach forest on the southern foot of Tanzhe Mountain.
The cenotaph of Chu Xian's parents is next to the joint tomb of Wan Ning's parents.
When she arrived at the grave, Chu Xian curled up in front of the tombstone and remained silent for a long time.
In front of the tombstone nearby, Wan Ning hugged her parents' tombstone and cried heartbreakingly.
Chu Xian didn't know how to comfort Wan Ning, so she simply let Wan Ning vent her sadness. Perhaps she needed to vent her suppressed emotions at this moment, even if it was just a cry.
"Fujin, please accept my condolences. Tears are harmful to your health."
Nanny Chun suddenly came to comfort her.
Chu Xian was puzzled and subconsciously reached out to touch her face. She was shocked to find that she had been crying without knowing when.
"Everyone go down and wait for me and the Eighth Lady at the foot of the mountain." Chu Xian lowered her head and wiped her tears.
Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui looked at each other, both worried. At this time, Nanny Chun set her eyes on Prince Yong and the Eighth Prince who were walking hurriedly towards her.
"Madam Chun, please step aside for now. The second master is here."
Nanny Chun nodded, and led Suiqing and Xianrong to wait in the hexagonal pavilion a hundred steps away.
"Xian'er, let's go." Wan Ning raised her head and held back her tears.
"I will go to the Forbidden City and ask His Majesty to allow me to divorce Yinsi."
"Wan Ning, you advised me before that the Heavenly Family is ruthless. I'm afraid that His Majesty will not only not allow us to divorce, but might even punish us."
Wan Ning didn't care. Today, the only person I care about in this world is you. As long as the Emperor doesn't touch you, it's fine.
"I hope His Majesty will vent his anger on me, and even better, wipe out Prince An's family. I will be grateful to him. What should I be afraid of? I am alone and have nothing to fear."
Wan Ning held Xian'er's hands tightly: "Xian'er, you are different. You have children, brothers and sisters-in-law, and close relatives. If you are worried, don't accompany me to the Forbidden City."
"No, let's go and ask for a divorce together. Maybe I have a better chance of getting a divorce than you."
Unlike Wan Ning, as long as she is determined to divorce, she will have her loved ones to support her.
"Let's go and go to the palace to ask for permission now." Chu Xian sniffed and forced the tears back into her eyes.
She glanced past the man who had walked up to her, and she and Wan Ning plunged into the wind and snow without looking back.
When they reached the entrance to the mountain path, Wan Ning was so angry that she jumped up and down: "Asshole, if you have the guts, trap us in Tanzhe Mountain forever!"
Chu Xian looked up at the huge fallen rocks that were blocking the entrance to the mountain path, which was more than ten feet high.
It's hard for them. It took them less than half an hour and they didn't know where to find these huge rocks blocking the road.
"Let's go back to the manor. The rice I've stored here for the winter will last until the spring thaw. After the 20th day of the first lunar month, you and I, two idle people, won't need to go to court. There are busy people who are more anxious than us to open a way forward."
Chu Xian was sarcastic. Although the huge rock blocked the only way down the mountain from the cemetery, it led to her farm in the south of Tanzhe Mountain.
She and Wan Ning had no intention of going down the mountain, so they just hid in the manor and ignored worldly affairs.
When the court session comes on the 20th day of the first lunar month, that man and the Eighth Master will be so anxious that they will split mountains and break rocks to rush to the Forbidden City for court session.
Wan Ning scoffed, "You've chosen a really good location for this farm. There's no village in front and no shop behind. The nearest farm is just outside the mountain pass. Some people are just digging their own graves. They deserve to freeze to death."
"Some of the royal family members are so skilled at manipulating people's hearts, how could they possibly starve or freeze? They have a whole bunch of lackeys waiting at their beck and call."
Wan Ning yelled at the back of her at the top of her voice.
"Let's go, it's a good time to go to the farm and take a hot spring bath to ward off the cold."
Chu Xian held Wan Ning's hand tightly, not even looking at the lonely figure standing under the cedar.
The two returned to the farm. Wan Ning asked Nanny Gui to call the pet Saker Falcon and prepare to send a letter to the servants at the foot of the mountain, asking them to go to the Prince's Mansion to get her things and send them back.
Unexpectedly, the Saker Falcon was shot down by two arrows as soon as it took off into the air.
Wan Ning was so angry that she grabbed the dying Saker Falcon and threw the dead bird hard at the Eighth Master who was drawing the bow.
That night, Chu Xian and Wan Ning were drinking comfortably in the hot spring pool.
"Xian'er, I regret this. I thought I could make Yinsi change. I thought I could tie him down forever. I didn't expect that only a year after our wedding, his concubine's daughter would be born."
"His illegitimate son is also two months old. Xian'er, why does he go to so much trouble to marry me when he doesn't love me?" Wan Ning said in a hoarse voice.
"He swore and swore that he had sex with those women. He swore that he didn't like them. But why did he have sex with those women if he didn't like them?"
Chu Xian was unhappy and grabbed the wine jug and drank it.
"I don't know either. If you truly love someone, you won't be attracted to anyone else, let alone have physical contact with them. If you do, it means you don't love them."
"Don't think about it. If he's heartless, just give up. Why be heartbroken over a man who doesn't love you?"
"Yes, you are absolutely right. I have never even looked at another man, yet he was able to get another woman pregnant while we were in love. How ironic."
"I'm like a fool. I always thought you were too harsh on Prince Yong, but now that the punishment has fallen on me, I feel the pain."
Wan Ning grabbed the jar of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
In the dilapidated tile house outside Zhuangzi, the brothers Yinzhen and Yinsi were sitting by the fire.
The cold wind blew through the broken window frames, and the two men's faces were covered with frost and snow.
"Fourth brother, we can't trap them for long. To be honest, I have no other choice." Yinsi murmured helplessly.
"Don't be impatient. It's just a manor. We may not be able to block the entrance to the mountain, but we can surround the manor." Yinzhen frowned.
"But what will happen after we surround them? Will we keep them imprisoned for the rest of their lives, Fourth Brother?" Yinsi asked painfully.
"Fourth brother, I have repeatedly given in to her, even to the point of favoring only the concubines who came with her as a dowry. These concubines are her confidants, serving to consolidate her favor. What else do you want from me?"
"Zhang is my first woman. She has been by my side since childhood and has saved me from danger countless times. If it weren't for her, I don't know how many times I would have died. She just wanted a child. What's wrong with that?"
"I've already killed that Mao, so what's she still dissatisfied with? Why is she so aggressive? I can't understand why she became so mean after getting married."
Yinsi looked painful and drank the wine with his head tilted back.
"I don't know either..." Yinzhen stretched out his frozen palms towards the blazing flames, and his heart felt even colder.
The dilemma faced by the eighth brother is something that he and Xian'er will have to face sooner or later, and there is no way to avoid it.
The alarmist words of my eighth brother's wife echoed in my ears. She said that if Xian'er were her, she would also commit suicide. At that time, Xian'er remained silent, and silence was the answer.
Yinzhen was flustered and drank drunkenly.
"No matter what, let's trap them first."
"We can't be trapped. When spring comes, you and I will have to go to court every day. How can we be trapped?"
"Surround the village and don't allow any living creature to leave." Yinzhen rubbed his brow tiredly.
The trip was hasty, and the servants made temporary beds out of broken door panels, and they didn't even have time to prepare a decent iron pot for boiling water.
Su Peisheng and Yan Jin sneaked into the farm through a dog hole at night, but were stepped on the head by Xianrong and Suiqing.
"Oh, please spare my life, auntie!"
Su Peisheng had half of his body stuck in the dog hole, and Xian Rong stepped on his braid, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Su Peisheng! What are you doing sneaking in in the dark?" Xian Rong let go of her feet.
Su Peisheng and Yan Jin got up together.
"Miss Xianrong, please be kind. Our Eighth Master caught a cold a few days ago and hasn't recovered yet. He hasn't had a cup of hot tea since today. Please give me a broken pot so I can boil some snow water to drink."
"If the masters are unhappy, we servants won't be happy either. Su Peisheng and I haven't had time to eat today. Please have pity on us..."
Yan Jin was humble and fawning.
Xianrong was a soft-hearted person. Seeing Yan Jin and Su Peisheng looking so miserable and dirty, she subconsciously looked at Sui Qing.
Su Peisheng was terrified, and Sui Qing was not easy to fool.
Sui Qingliu raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips and asked, "Why do you use a broken pot to boil snow water? There are plenty of bamboos in the bamboo forest over there. We can chop them up and use them in the bamboo tubes to boil water."
"Su Peisheng! Tell me! What are you two doing sneaking around the manor in the middle of the night? What evil are you planning to do?"
"Sui Qing, you know that the prince is still not fully recovered. I can't even find a stove to boil water for him to drink a cup of medicinal tea. Please be kind..."
Su Peisheng's eyes were sore. He hadn't been so humble and begged for help in a long time. "I kneel down in front of you."
"Why are you saying so pitifully... It's not like I won't give it to you. There's a small red clay stove and new pots in the northeast corner of the kitchen, and clean bedding in the east wing. There's a bed in the back room, and you can move them all out tonight if you can."
"There are still pickles and sauerkraut in the kitchen jars. You know where the firewood, rice, oil, and salt are kept. Don't take too much." Sui Qing whispered, "Don't let us fail to complete our mission and end up eating leftovers."
"The ladies are all angry, so please don't come and cause trouble."
"Next time you come, I'll beat you to death with clubs. Go ahead, we'll be the rats tonight."
Sui Qing secretly hopes that the Lady and the Prince will reconcile as soon as possible. Su Peisheng and Yan Jin are right. If the masters have a quarrel, the servants will have no good days either.
Su Peisheng and Yan Jin were overjoyed and rushed to the kitchen.
At dusk in the early morning, the Yinzhen brothers finally lay down on the warmer beds, but they tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
"Master, Fu Jin went to the cemetery again early in the morning."
The eighth brother's servant whispered a reminder through the curtain.
Yinzhen sat up. The two of them were always inseparable, so she must have stood up as well.
Yinzhen smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to tame a woman, but in the end he found that the person being tamed was actually himself.
Now, in order to protect her, he was trapped in the mountains on a snowy night, enduring hunger and cold.
After his eighth brother and his servant left, Yinzhen walked towards Zhuangzi.
"Master, something seems to have happened in Fu Jin's room. The Blood Dropper heard Xianrong calling Sui Qing anxiously in the middle of the night." Su Peisheng looked at the closed door of the manor nervously.
At the same time, Chu Xian rolled around in pain on the bed.
The moon-white bedding was soaked in blood.
Sui Qing was taking Fu Jin's pulse when suddenly his face turned strange and his eyes were filled with fear.
"What's going on? Say something." When Nanny Chun saw Sui Qing's strange expression, she was immediately frightened.
"Fujin...Fujin is already over four months pregnant..."
"Impossible. I've had my period every month for the past two months. How could I be pregnant?" Chu Xian was bewildered.
She met that man in Haining Mansion, and their first night together was in early October. Even if she was pregnant, the child was only about three months old, and there was no way it could be more than four months old, let alone the ridiculous four months.
Besides, her menstruation came as scheduled in the past two months, so how could she be pregnant?
"Madam, you haven't allowed me to take your pulse for almost half a year. Some women will also have a small amount of menstrual flow when they are pregnant..." Sui Qing was trembling with fear. The baby in Madam's belly was not in the right month.
It was over. The thing she was most worried about had happened. No wonder the wife had been abnormally not allowing her to check her pulse these days.
Fu Jin secretly became pregnant with Chen Qingyan's posthumous child without telling the prince.
No matter how you look at it, this child cannot be the prince's flesh and blood.
"Everyone, go out. It's so confusing. Let me sort out my thoughts." Chu Xian's thoughts were in a mess at this moment.
What went wrong?
She would never be so foolish as to not know who the father of her child is. The child in her belly would only be that man's flesh and blood.
Suddenly, she remembered the pills Aunt Cao gave her. At that time, Aunt Cao asked her with a serious face whether she was pregnant, and she denied it flatly.
She must have been pregnant at that time, and because of the effects of the medication, her pulse became disordered, so Sui Qing made the wrong diagnosis of a pregnancy.
I didn't feel any discomfort during this pregnancy, except for loss of appetite.
If that man hadn't gone too far during sex, and if Wan Ning hadn't gotten into trouble, causing her miscarriage, she might not have realized she was pregnant.
Child... Could it be Hongli in her belly? Chu Xian was filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and she didn't know if she could keep the child.
If she could keep the child today, she would definitely ask that man to name the child Hongli.
With a bang, the door was kicked open.
The man rushed into the room panting: "Ye Tianshi, take Fu Jin's pulse."
"Don't...Fu Jin is fine." Sui Qing hurriedly stopped Ye Tianshi.
"Get out of here!" Yinzhen's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was fixed on the bloodstains on the bed.
"I'm not sick, I just have my period."
Chu Xian was panicking, fearing that Ye Tianshi's pulse diagnosis results would be the same as Sui Qing's, and she would be unable to defend herself then.
"Xian'er, you are not allowed to hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor." Yinzhen walked hurriedly to the bed, held her cold hand tightly, and became more and more anxious.
Chu Xian couldn't break free from the silk on her wrist, and when she saw Ye Tianshi frowning, she was immediately frightened.
"Your Highness..." Ye Tianshi hesitated, "Could you please dismiss these outsiders?"
Yinzhen's heart sank and he raised his hand to send the servant away.
Ye Tianshi was sweating profusely, kneeling on the ground with his knees bent: "Prince...Fu Jin...Fu Jin is four months pregnant, it's...it's a healthy boy..."
Ye Tianshi didn't even dare to say that he was a healthy little prince. Counting the months, it was four months ago that the prince had not yet reunited with his wife. How could his wife get pregnant?
There is no way the child in Fu Jin's belly could be the prince's flesh and blood.
At this moment, Ye Tianshi was shaking like a sieve. He knew about the prince's family scandal and was afraid that he would not survive the day.
After a moment of dead silence in the room, Nanny Chun, Sui Qing, and Su Peisheng, who were standing by the door, all prostrated themselves on the ground with their knees bent, as if they had lost their parents.
"Your Majesty, if I say that I'm pregnant with your child, would you believe me for once?"
Chu Xian fixed her gaze, looked up and met the sullen-faced man's gaze.
"How about we make a bet? If the baby in my belly isn't yours, I'll die after the little prince is born to atone for my sin. If the little prince is yours, your Highness, please let me go, okay?"
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