Princess Lian'an sobbed softly, "Brother Zhiyan, isn't this retribution?"
Zhao Zhiyan's eyes darkened, but his tone was very gentle: "You did nothing wrong. God will not be unkind to you, Lian'an. This child will definitely be saved."
He ordered the imperial physician, "From today onwards, Imperial Physician Li shall reside in the Eighth Prince's residence and do his utmost to protect the child in the princess's womb."
Physician Li dared not disobey and repeatedly agreed.
It was already evening when he had finally put the person to sleep. Zhao Zhiyan stood under the eaves gazing into the distance, the silver notes in his sleeve already crumpled and crumpled into a ball.
He hesitated for a moment, then instructed the guards beside him, "Protect the princess well."
"yes."
The night was as dark as ink
Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, she was wide awake at the moment. She propped her chin up with one hand, clutching a medical book in her other hand, and flipped through a few pages with great interest.
"Miss!" Ling Yi's voice came from above: "The Eighth Prince wishes to see you."
Song Yue frowned, put down the book in her hand, hesitated for a moment, got up and went out. From a distance, she saw a figure in a black robe standing on the roof.
She waved for Ling Yi to step back.
Zhao Zhiyan jumped down and stopped a few meters away from Song Yue, staring at her intently.
His eyes held doubt, heartache, and a barely perceptible regret.
Suspect?
Song Yue suppressed her doubts: "What brings Eighth Imperial Uncle here so late at night?"
Zhao Zhiyan took out the silver notes and placed them on the table beside him: "Return the silver notes. We don't need to be so calculating between you and me."
She smiled gently: "Eighth Imperial Uncle misunderstands. This is a congratulatory gift, not interest."
The 30,000 taels is the principal, and the 3,000 taels is a congratulatory gift; the two are even.
Zhao Zhiyan took a deep breath and sat down: "Little girl, I know you're angry, but some things aren't as they seem. You should give me a chance to explain."
“Eighth Imperial Uncle, we are already divorced, and we each have our own fiancés. It’s not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together late at night.” Song Yue distanced herself, her tone calm: “Although I don’t care about my reputation, there are some things I still need to care about.”
She admitted to being a ruthless killer, cunning, and wicked.
But she doesn't admit to having an affair or flirting with other women.
Song Yue has extremely high standards for relationships; she would never allow her fiancé to have other women, not even a concubine.
Zhao Zhiyan's tone carried a hint of anger: "Then what is your relationship with Yunke?"
"There is no romantic relationship between me and Prince Guangjia," Song Yue said frankly.
She pitied the Prince of Guangjia's difficult situation and weak health, and she also found him pleasing to the eye; that was all.
As for romantic feelings, those can be cultivated gradually after marriage.
Zhao Zhiyan scoffed, clearly not believing it.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle, it's getting late. Please consider your niece's reputation and go back soon," Song Yue said indifferently.
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