Chapter 117 Twins Seeing her angry expression, Qi Fan slowly...
Seeing her angry expression, Qi Fan slowly pursed his thin lips.
Jiang Zhuoying felt even more aggrieved, and she cried out, "What? Is His Highness the Crown Prince going to get angry again?"
"Could it be that I'm going to be punished by facing the wall in repentance again?"
The girl in front of me, her eyes red and brimming with tears, was shouting. Her cheeks were rosy and her long, flowing hair was quite disheveled.
Just as she finished shouting those two sentences, a strand of black hair fell from the top of her head and landed right on the tip of her nose.
Jiang Zhuoying suddenly felt an itch on the tip of her nose and couldn't help but sneeze twice in a row.
A soft laugh came from above, and Jiang Zhuoying froze on the spot...
She ran her hand through her hair, her face stern as she looked up: "For a Crown Princess to behave so improperly, how can Your Highness still laugh?"
The man had his eyes lowered, his sculpted brows making his features appear even more profound. His eyes were soft at the corners, and his pupils were filled with a delicate warmth. His long, narrow eyes revealed a tender and doting affection.
It seemed as if it wanted to absorb her into it.
"I understand." He parted his thin lips, his voice tinged with helplessness.
Jiang Zhuoying remained silent for a few moments, but finally couldn't suppress her urge to ask, "What do you know?"
"I know, my Crown Princess is very vengeful."
In the past few days, he had only made her face the wall for an hour to reflect on her mistakes when they were in the hunting grounds.
Even then, he left the space in the tent for the mistress and her servants, turning a blind eye to their behavior. What could she do even if she sat or lay down?
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
Another large hand pressed down on her shoulder and back, pushing her forward.
Jiang Zhuoying followed his force and fell into his arms, her chin resting on his shoulder.
Still feeling quite unhappy, without thinking, she buried her head and bit him hard.
With a soft groan, the muscles in the man's shoulders tensed instantly.
He was in pain, but he didn't try to stop it.
From the moment she was diagnosed with pregnancy, Physician Yu had given her instructions.
Pregnant women are prone to mood swings, so it's natural to go along with them and not let them feel unhappy or depressed, as this is very harmful to their health.
Jiang Zhuoying bit him hard until her teeth ached, but her anger gradually subsided, and she leaned against him again, her eyes half-closed.
"Are you calmed down? Could you tell me what you said, Imperial Physician?"
Jiang Zhuoying said in a muffled voice, "Imperial Physician Yu said that I have become angry and the pregnancy is slightly unstable."
At this point, she looked up at Qi Fan's sharply defined jawline and said in a low voice, "Your Highness has wronged me; perhaps the child in my womb is also dissatisfied."
His arm around her waist stiffened slightly, and his palm gradually clenched into a fist: "It's my fault."
His voice was low, soft, and intermittent, but Jiang Zhuoying heard it clearly.
She pursed her lips, her tone softening: "Could it be that you were just saying it?"
The man pondered for a moment: "...What does A-Zhuo want?"
He paused for a moment, then said, "Whatever you ask for, I will grant it."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhuoying couldn't say anything. She sighed softly and leaned against Qi Fan.
"Um?"
This is a way of urging her to ask her.
Having finally calmed down, Jiang Zhuoying slowly spoke: "It's too late. Imperial Physician Yu said that I need to rest in bed for a few days."
"Who knows, by then, the snow outside will have all melted."
She was implying something, but she had already calmed down. Thinking back on what had just happened, she realized that she hadn't needed to lose her temper so much.
It was clear that everyone in the courtyard had done their best to make her happy, and she was not an ungrateful wretch.
Besides, given the example of Consort Wan, it's understandable that the man holding her now would be cautious.
Furthermore, it's only natural to care about the child. Not only Qi Fan, but she herself also values this child very much, doesn't she?
"You are the only one I care about."
Just as she was lost in thought and somewhat detached from the present moment, a low, gentle voice sounded above her head again.
When she finally came to her senses, the words she had just heard seemed like a fleeting illusion.
He tightened his embrace around her: "The Crown Princess is someone I painstakingly acquired. How can an unborn child compare?"
He was already the crown prince, so having this child would naturally be the icing on the cake, but even without it, he could still have a legitimate reason to have one.
"It's not because of the child in your womb that I'm doing these things."
He pinched the delicate chin of the person in his arms and looked directly into those wide-open eyes: "I have always cared about you."
Jiang Zhuoying could see her own reflection in the other person's dark pupils; she saw her own stunned expression.
The man's gaze grew increasingly deep and ardent, and she couldn't hold it in for long before she weakly looked away.
"If one child can't compete, what about two?"
Qi Fan's pupils dilated slightly, and the hand that was gripping the girl's pointed chin suddenly loosened its grip.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Zhuoying threw herself into his arms: "Waaah, I'm so unlucky! Not only do I have to suffer the grievances of His Highness the Crown Prince, but now I'm also carrying two children, waaah..."
She was afraid, but she didn't say it aloud.
Just as Physician Yu said, if she really is carrying twins, the risks during pregnancy and childbirth will be much greater.
Qi Fan had grown up in the royal family and had seen many things, but he had never encountered a situation that made his mind go completely blank.
The whimpering and sobbing from his chest and abdomen made his head throb.
The man took a deep breath, no longer daring to let her huddle in his arms like that.
An irresistible force pulled her back to the bed and laid her flat, his dry, pale lips gently kissing the corner of her lips.
Qi Fan used his gentlest voice ever: "Be good, rest for a bit, I'll be right back."
Jiang Zhuoying blinked, sobbing, and saw someone get up with a dazed look in their eyes. After taking a few steps forward, there was a loud "bang".
She looked closely and realized she had bumped into a table leg.
...
Although she was supposed to rest in bed for the time being, Jiang Zhuoying had been sleeping both last night and this morning, so she couldn't fall into a deep sleep now.
As she tossed and turned, she stroked her lower abdomen.
Her lower abdomen was already slightly protruding, but it wasn't very obvious. Today, Physician Yu took her pulse and said that she was most likely carrying twins.
She was both intrigued and afraid.
Now that her father and Chengyun's lives are at stake, she already has other things on her mind, and with another child in her womb, she is truly at a loss.
Just thinking about the culprits behind this makes me feel indignant again.
Qi, the culprit, returned to the room at this moment, followed by Xiangyue, Xiangxing, A-Liu, and Chu Yixin.
Jiang Zhuoying's gaze automatically swept past Qi Fan and looked at the people behind him.
Three maids pushed over an ice chest, which was extremely exquisite in appearance. Its exterior was made of cloisonné enamel on a copper body, making it very luxurious.
She had seen ice chests before, but she had never seen one so magnificent. It was truly worthy of being a palace item.
Jiang Zhuoying sighed inwardly until the ice chest was pushed in front of her.
It's winter now, why would we need this?
She looked up, and perhaps noticing the confusion in her eyes, Qi Fan draped the cloak hanging on the yoke beside her over her thin, slender shoulders.
He then coughed twice, gesturing to the maid behind him.
Then the lid of the ice chest was opened, and a burst of white cold air suddenly wafted out. Inside, the ice chest was covered with soft, fluffy snow.
Jiang Zhuoying's pupils widened slightly, and she immediately understood the meaning in the man's eyes.
Let her play in the snow and build a snowman in this ice chest?
She was both amused and exasperated.
Before she could speak, Chu Yixin opened the box she was holding in her arms.
"Your Majesty, this box contains a set of chess pieces, backgammon, and a series of other trinkets such as the Nine Linked Rings, all of which can help you pass the time."
Jiang Zhuoying glanced around before turning to Qi Fan: "Is this what Crown Prince Brother was preparing?"
The man met her clear, bright eyes and gestured for the others to leave.
After the door was closed, Qi Fan lifted his robe and sat down on the stool in front of the bed.
Jiang Zhuoying glanced at her, wasn't he going to come and hug her?
“I have just instructed Yu Jin that from this day forward, all your daily actions will be compiled into a book and handed over to me.”
"Why?" She frowned instinctively.
She was already under extremely close surveillance in the past, and now she has to compile her story into a book?
The man looked directly at her and said, “I know everything about you: when you get up, what you did during the day, how much food you ate, how many times you went to the toilet, when you had lunch, and when you took a nap.”
Jiang Zhuoying slowly opened her eyes wide: "?"
"I will have Yu Jin come to check your pulse every day. Now that you are pregnant with twins, you need to be even more careful and consciously control the size of the fetuses in your womb..."
"Now that things have come to this, I will surely ensure your well-being and safety."
Jiang Zhuoying froze on the spot; he knew.
Having said all that, what else could she say?
If Qi Fan cares, then let him do it; it will ultimately benefit her.
She paused for a moment, then made her request: "Your Highness must know everything about the Duke of Rui's mansion, and you must not hide anything from me."
"Okay." The man nodded without hesitation.
"How much longer will we have to stay in the palace?" Jiang Zhuoying glanced out the window. The palace was certainly well-equipped, but she still felt more comfortable sleeping in her own home.
"Wait for Jiang Lang to spread the news from last night."
Jiang Zhuoying nodded: "Your Highness, I understand. You may go about your business now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Zhuoying's attention was drawn to the ice chest.
The ice chest was higher than her bed, so she had to lean out to see it clearly.
Actually, after a while, she wasn't so obsessed with playing in the snow anymore, but looking at the full ice chest of soft white snow, the corners of her mouth still unconsciously curved into a wider and wider smile.
The moment he reached out, a warning cough was heard.
Jiang Zhuoying looked up abruptly and saw that the man was still sitting in the same spot, not moving an inch.
"Why is Your Highness still here?"
Qi Fan: "..."
"Your Highness is busy with official duties, so Xiangyue and Xiangxing are sufficient here."
The man paused for a moment, looking at the girl who was putting on an act: "Going to Father's place is pointless, so I'll stay here with you."
After saying that, he got up and fetched the hand warmer for her, then lowered his eyes and put it on her wrist.
"The ice and snow are so cold that you can't stand it."
Jiang Zhuoying cooperated with his movements, and after the handcuffs were put on, Qi Fan squatted in front of her and did not leave for a long time.
"Crown Prince?" Jiang Zhuoying spoke softly and slowly, her tone tinged with doubt.
She sat on the couch, much taller than Qi Fan who was squatting on the ground.
The man, with a solemn expression, slowly spoke: "Even if you are carrying twins, you are still no match for me."
Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that this was an answer to her earlier question.
If one child isn't enough, what about two?
Given Qi Fan's cold and aloof nature, it's surprising that he would say something like that.
She was quite incredulous, even frowning: "Crown Prince, why are you suddenly saying these things?"
The man's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his eyes softened slightly: "I want to put the Crown Princess at ease."
Jiang Zhuoying's peach blossom eyes were almost stretched into almond eyes.
To put her mind at ease?
Has this guy been through some kind of trauma lately?
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