Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Sir, please don't waste your time on me.
There was no light in the room. Perhaps because of the heat, the bed curtains were half-dropped quietly. Jing Yao gently kicked the quilt with her feet and sat up.
She hugged her knees in anguish, her long hair like silk flowing down behind her, and a hint of sadness between her stunningly beautiful brows.
The concealment and guilt almost overwhelmed her. Jing Yao's eyes were red and she wiped away her tears. After crying for a while, she felt very thirsty.
Yun Qiao was not on duty, and she was embarrassed to trouble the prince, so she had to get out of bed and pour the water herself.
Her jade feet stepped lightly on the thick carpet, and she walked quietly to the table in the dark, ready to pour a glass of water.
A shadow stood in the darkness with his arms folded, staring coldly at her back. The cold moonlight cast a layer of soft moonlight on her back. Her plain white dress was gathered at her shoulders, the hem of her skirt winding, and the pair of feet that he had played with were faintly visible.
He was angry, an anger he couldn't describe.
Fortunately, he did not express his wishes in advance, otherwise he, as the Prime Minister, would have lost face.
He Anting walked forward slowly and suddenly placed his big hand on her waist.
Jing Yao was pouring water when she was suddenly scalded by the scorching heat. She was so scared that she shivered and the teacup fell to the ground.
I simply laid a thick blanket on the ground, and it only made a dull sound.
Jing Yao suddenly turned around and leaned against the table. Her heart was beating like a deer, about to burst out of her chest. Her voice trembled, "Prince?"
He Anting looked down at her with a cold face and remained silent. He rubbed her lips and the corners of her eyes with his thumbs. The woman in front of him hummed softly in grievance, trying to escape his punishment.
A white light flashed in Jing Yao's mind, and the scene before her eyes was the same as last night.
"He, He..." She was unable to speak due to difficulty.
Why did he come again? Is this the He Mansion? Did he go to the wrong place again? Jing Yao was extremely confused.
Suddenly, a pair of hot big hands touched her waist and abdomen, which was hard to ignore. They moved gently and slowly. His strange movements made Jing Yao tremble with fear.
Perhaps because she felt guilty, Jing Yao's legs were so weak that she could hardly stand.
She was a person who loved to daydream, and now her mind was blank. She even forgot to run and could only be forced to endure this ambiguous touch.
Jing Yao bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to make any sound for fear of disturbing Ye Yunzheng outside. After an unknown amount of time, her jaw was lifted up and kisses fell upon her.
This kiss not only shocked Jing Yao, but even He Anting was surprised for a moment.
This behavior was completely subconscious and impulsive.
What was wrong with her? She acted so outrageously when she should have been restraining herself, and he was already planning to abandon her.
The matter of taking a concubine ended there.
now……
He Anting pressed his lips against hers, his thoughts conflicting with each other.
Her lips were soft and her breath was endearing. I wonder if she had some candied fruit before going to bed, but it was a little sweet.
The anger in his heart had not yet completely dissipated, and he didn't know how to explain his actions for a moment.
Jing Yao was so frightened that she reached out to push him but couldn't move him at all. She even had to step back and sit on the round table.
The kiss didn't last long, and He Anting left quickly. Jing Yao's eyes were blurred with tears: "Have you made a mistake again? Can you please not do this? You can't do this."
She sobbed softly. Everyone said she was a softie, who was easily squeezed and flattened. They said she had no temper and would not fight back when bullied.
In fact, she understood everything, but she just didn't have the courage to fight back.
He Qingwan dared to confuse right and wrong and act recklessly, and the county lord and her brother both supported her. He Qingyun dared not take the Gu family seriously, and she also had the support of the county lord and her brother.
Even Ningxiang in her yard was looking down on her, naturally because she had the support of the He family.
She has no one to support her, so no one dares to offend her.
The prince was good to her, so she didn't want to make things difficult for him or create any rift between him and his wife.
She sobbed softly, lowered her head and felt her eyes were swollen and painful.
He Anting had an indifferent expression, unmoved by her crying, and uttered, "Jing Yao."
Jing Yao raised her head, her eyes as bright as the moon, gleaming with silver light. She was confused, and He Anting continued, "I'm not mistaken."
Just this one sentence made Jing Yao's face turn pale instantly. She didn't admit her mistake. How could she not dare to admit her mistake?
"I have never admitted my mistake." He Anting said as if he would not let her go.
Jing Yao was suddenly confused.
He Anting knew it was her and that she did it on purpose tonight. No matter how slow or unwilling she was to face reality, she understood that a man who treated a woman like this must have some strange thoughts in his mind.
But how is that possible?
If He Anting hadn't said those words to her in person, Jing Yao might have really believed it.
The eldest son of the He family has always had a good reputation. He would even dismember and beat to death the maids who wanted to climb into his bed.
Jing Yao thought she was of low status, and even her face looked like what he hated the most. It was impossible for He Anting to suddenly become like this.
So there must be another reason.
Jing Yao was stunned, and a thought suddenly came to her mind: Could it be that He Anting knew that the person that night was her?
She panicked all of a sudden, her tears flowed even harder, and she was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
He realized it was him, so he was thinking... what? Judging from his current reaction, he didn't intend to kill her.
Jing Yao breathed a sigh of relief that she had saved her life for the time being.
"Don't cry." He Anting was annoyed by her crying. He wondered why she had so many tears, as if they could never stop. If she kept crying, wouldn't her tears run out?
Jing Yao held her breath back, not daring to breathe. She was good at reading people's expressions, and in order to survive, she would guess people's tone and mood to judge what she should say next or what she should say next.
It was obvious that He Anting was angry.
Was he angry that she lied to him or that she had broken in that night? Judging from how much he disliked her, Jing Yao thought it was the latter.
But that's not her fault.
She wanted to explain with grievance, but swallowed it back. Forget it, things had already happened. Judging from the fact that He Anting didn't say a word these few times and just made some inexplicable movements, it can be guessed that he didn't want to mention the absurdity of that night.
Jing Yao lowered her head and asked, "What do you want?"
He Anting had no idea what she was thinking. He thought about it over and over again, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to give her another chance.
He sneaked into the house several times at night and did this ungentlemanly thing, thinking that he had done the best he could.
"Abort the child and go with me."
He gave in again and lowered his bottom line. If this matter became public, he didn't know how many times he would be reported to the Censorate by those old men.
Little did he know that such a simple and straightforward sentence would make Jing Yao's heart fall into an ice cellar.
Jing Yao pinched her sleeves, her heart hanging high in her throat, and her throat was sore and unbearable: "W-why?"
He Anting frowned: "You are asking nonsense."
Jing Yao bit her lip, understood what he meant, and swallowed back any words of explanation.
He Anting believed that this child had nothing to do with him and was Ye Yunzheng's blood, so he was unwilling to accept it.
Jing Yao opened her mouth, somewhat powerless to refute.
She couldn't say it could be his, right? That was no different from gambling. The more she explained, the more it seemed like she really wanted it to be his. She might even be accused of "climbing the dragon and attaching herself to the phoenix."
Jing Yao calmed down and tried to calm the discomfort in her body. She stepped back a few steps, putting some distance between them. She shook her head silently, becoming a little panicked. "No, sir, please don't waste your time on me."
He Anting's expression instantly turned cold, and he looked at her indifferently: "Are you sure?"
Jing Yao nodded.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, He Anting didn't make any promises to her. If he took her away, where would he go? Entering the He Mansion was impossible. She was not so naive. Would he buy a house for her to live in?
Then she would become a concubine without any status or status.
She doesn't even want to be a concubine, and she would rather die than be a mistress. If she is not beaten to death now, her mother will beat her to death.
Jing Yao had seen a man who was having an affair with his wife being caught in the act by the main wife. He was notorious and people on the street would throw rotten eggs on his head when they saw him.
Forget it, she was further away from He Anting.
She certainly felt uneasy staying in the Earl's Mansion, but if she followed He Anting, her whole life would be ruined.
As for the child, Jing Yao has also thought it through. She has started saving money now. If the child is the prince's, she will keep it.
If it was his, then he would take the child and leave secretly.
What happened that night was purely an accident and had nothing to do with me, so there was no need to feel too burdened.
Thinking of this, Jing Yao felt as if the stone weighing on her heart had been removed, and her mind became clearer.
"Master He, what happened between us... was just an accident. Let's just let it go. Neither you nor I wanted to do this. You're getting engaged soon. This isn't good, and it's not right. I won't abort the child. Please leave now. I'll pretend nothing happened."
She made it clear in a vague way and drew a clear line in time.
After saying that, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
He Anting looked at her indifferently, wanting to sneer but unable to: "As you wish."
Then he simply turned and left.
The sticky and charming atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and the room returned to its quiet state. Jing Yao felt relieved and sat down on the carpet with weak legs.
Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and her heart was pounding.
This was already good enough. She had originally thought that He Anting would be furious and strangle her to death after finding out.
He actually wanted her to be his mistress?
Maybe it's just out of responsibility and control from a higher position, and he doesn't really like her.
Moreover, He Anting values his sister very much. Ye Yunzheng is his brother-in-law, so she is neither suitable to stay in the Bo Mansion nor can she be brought back to the He Mansion.
You can only find a yard to squeeze in and then live there until you die of old age.
Maybe I can't even go home.
But fortunately, he probably won’t come again in the future.
Jing Yao licked her lips, poured two more glasses of water, drank them all in one gulp, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, she overslept, and Yun Qiao woke her up again: "Auntie, it's time to get up. The prince has instructed not to get up too late. If you want to sleep, you can go back to the mansion."
Jing Yao got up sleepily, and Yun Qiao helped her dress up. Then she went to the front yard to pay her respects and say goodbye to the county lady.
Surprisingly, Ye Yunzheng did not go to court this morning, but waited for her to go with him. Jing Yao was touched and asked him, "Did you sleep well last night, my lord?"
Ye Yunzheng smiled and said, "It's the same as the inner room. How are you feeling?"
Jing Yao couldn't help feeling a little sad when she saw his caring look. He had put in so much effort, which showed that he valued this offspring.
But she might disappoint him.
If she is selfish, then let her be selfish for once.
"Prince, I'm fine."
Ye Yunzheng gently reminded her not to be greedy and to put on more clothes when getting up early. Finally, seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, he took off his cloak and put it on her.
A figure suddenly turned out from the corridor, the wind blew up the corners of his clothes and his breath, and Jing Yao somehow tilted her head to meet the gaze of the person who came.
Her heart skipped a beat and she became inexplicably nervous.
He Anting paused, looked at her for a moment, and then looked away. He was so calm that it seemed strange, as if everything last night was an illusion.
"Brother." Ye Yunzheng bowed in greeting.
He Anting nodded: "Go and see mother?"
"Yes, I asked for leave from the government office today." After exchanging a few words, He Anting left without looking back.
Jing Yao's lips, which were bitten by the nail, suddenly loosened, and she fell back to her original position with peace of mind.
He lowered his head and pretended nothing was wrong as he entered the county lord's yard with Ye Yunzheng.
Besides the county lady, He Qingwan was also in the room. However, perhaps because the county lady had warned her, He Qingwan did not talk as much as before and ate her breakfast quietly.
"Ah's busy all the time, and she needs a lot of care. Since you're not busy, you should spend more time with her. Over the years, even if you don't have any credit, you've worked hard for her."
Ye Yunzheng understood that this was a warning to him, telling him not to favor his concubine over his wife and lose his dignity.
"Don't worry, mother-in-law, I understand."
The four of them sat on armchairs, with a small square table in front of them. On it were several dishes of side dishes and porridge, and even a dish of bird's nest porridge.
Jing Yao was a little flattered. The county lady glanced at her and said, "This bird's nest is for your health."
Jing Yao stood up: "Thank you, County Master."
After dinner, the two of them bid farewell to the county lord and returned to the uncle's house. As soon as they returned, Gu came to her door in a hurry, took her aside, asked her about her well-being, and asked her whether she liked spicy or sour food.
A woman stepped forward and responded, "Madam, the aunt is not pregnant yet. These things can only be seen later."
Seeing that she looked unfamiliar, Gu asked who she was.
"My surname is Qian. I am the wet nurse of Princess Yin's sister. I specialize in women's illnesses. The young lady accidentally offended the aunt yesterday. I feel guilty about this and have asked me to take care of her for a while."
Gu suddenly realized: "Okay, okay."
"You'd better take a good rest. If you need anything, please call someone to come to me." Gu gave a few instructions and then left.
Jing Yao looked at the unfamiliar Mother Qian and hesitated for a moment. "I appreciate Miss Xue's kindness, but yesterday's incident really had nothing to do with her. Mother, you should go back."
Mother Qian smiled and said, "Don't feel any pressure, Auntie. I won't be staying for long. Please don't make things difficult for me."
Having said this, Jing Yao didn't know what to say.
…
Late at night, in Guanlan Courtyard, Qing Wu entered the house quietly and quickly, changed the tea and incense, and slipped out the door. There was no other reason, it was just that the smell in the house was too suffocating.
Since this morning, something has been wrong with the master.
Although he didn't show anything on the surface, people who knew him well knew that he was very unhappy.
What happened? Was there something wrong with the government?
Qingwu didn't know, so he just kept his mouth shut.
However, there is one thing to be thankful for, that is, all the guards stationed outside Lanxiang Pavilion have been withdrawn.
It was as if a major event had been suppressed in his arms before it happened. It couldn't be better, and Qingwu felt relieved.
"Sir, the gift the county lady asked you to give has not been delivered yet." Qingwu reminded him.
He Anting looked up when he heard that: "Yeah."
Qingwu wondered if he was just picking one at random from the warehouse?
"Then I brought the jade abacus. When you pluck it, it sounds like jade being struck, very pleasant."
He Anting seemed to be lost in thought, his brows lowered, and he said, "Send the jade earrings over."
He originally thought that the earring would look good on her ears, and giving it to her would mean that they were completely done.
He completely forgot that Princess Pingyang asked him, as an uncle, to send a gift to his future nephew.
Qing Wu's expression was strange: "Yes."
Jing Yao was bathing when the gift was delivered. Mother Qian accepted it for Jing Yao with a smile. After the person left, she stopped smiling and gently opened the box. Inside was a pair of jade earrings.
She snapped the lid shut.
He put the things on the table as usual and then walked out.
After Qian's mother secretly told Xue Ningzhen about this, Xue Ningzhen fell into great shock and doubt.
Why would He Anting give a pair of earrings for no reason? They were obviously something specially given to women.
"Miss, could it be that Lord He discovered it?"
Xue Ningzhen said bluntly, "Impossible. If he had known, he would have told me earlier."
"Is it impossible for that little troublemaker to confess to Lord He?"
Xue Ningzhen sneered: "Of course not. If she confesses, she is of low status and will be in trouble. As for the child in her belly, no one will believe that it is He Anting's."
In short, the child in Jing's belly is a disaster and cannot be kept.
Xue Ningzhen turned around and walked to the antique display case, then took down a box. "Give this to Qian's mother, and make sure she gives it to Jing Yao and Ye Yunzheng."
The personal maid was surprised: "Miss, this item is rare. My cousin bought it from the Miao people in Xidong at a high price. Why did you give it to someone else?"
Xue Ningzhen sneered. Would she be willing to do that? She had originally intended to use this thing herself, but now that the little troublemaker was pregnant, she was afraid that if the matter was discovered, He Anting would really waver.
It’s not enough to just lose the child, the two of them must be tied together tightly.
…
On the day of the family dinner, Jing Yao met many people, including Gu's son, the second brother of the Bo family, Ye Yunheng, who was strong and tall, and not very similar to Ye Yunzheng. There were also uncles and aunts from the third room, and some brothers and sisters.
Everyone in the He Mansion was there. Although there weren't many people, it was lively and bustling. This family banquet seemed to be held for Jing Yao, but in fact it had nothing to do with her at all.
She was still left outside, responsible for sitting there as a mascot and not going anywhere.
But Jing Yao was also happy and relaxed, pinching a piece of dessert from time to time to fill her stomach.
He Anting was standing in the waterside pavilion. Ye Yunheng was talking about matters beside him. He had a dull expression on his face, and it was unclear whether he heard anything or not.
Jing Yao's legs were sore from sitting, and she wanted to get up and take a walk. As soon as she stood up, her eyes met He Anting's in the pavilion opposite.
She was as nervous as if facing a great enemy, and knelt uncomfortably.
But He Anting just glanced at her lightly and turned around to continue talking to Ye Yunheng.
Jing Yao bit her lip and turned away.
He Anting looked at her and sneered coldly, as if she wanted to stay away from him.
Ye Yunheng suddenly heard the sneer and thought he had said something wrong.
The kitchen was bustling with activity. There were several bowls of soup on the food tray on the middle table. Mother Qian sneaked into the kitchen, took a look at the soup, and went forward to take it.
"Hey, who are you? Why do you look unfamiliar to me?" The cook was very smart and could tell at a glance that Mother Qian was unfamiliar.
"I'm the new maidservant to Madam Jing. I'm here to serve her soup. Madam told me not to let anyone else handle it."
The cook rolled her eyes. It was not that she was destined to be rich, but that she had a rich disease.
"This one, take it." The cook pointed.
Mother Qian took a look and said, "Well, I'll take them all away for you, old sister, so the masters won't think that Madam is partial to one and not to the other."
"Could you please tell me who these soups belong to?"
"This ginseng is for Madam, the white fungus is for Young Madam, Lord He's is sea bass soup, and the rest are all lotus soup. Send them over."
Mother Qian sighed and went out with the food tray. Passing by an empty corridor, she took out the box from her arms and opened it. The two black spots immediately jumped into two bowls of lotus soup and disappeared without a trace.
She took a deep breath, looked around for a few times, beckoned a maid over, handed her the food tray, and repeated the cook's instructions: "Send it over, and make sure you don't send it to the wrong person."
The maid ran to the front yard in a hurry.
Even if it was a family banquet, the table was very particular. Jing Yao was not allowed to sit at the table due to her awkward status, but her health was temporarily precious, so she was placed in a side courtyard, which was called secluded.
The maid placed the soup in front of the masters, but Qing Wu didn't notice it when he walked away, and He Anting's bowl of soup spilled all over.
The maid was startled and hurriedly wanted to kneel down, but fortunately Qing Wu was quick to help her up: "It has nothing to do with you, I didn't see it."
Ye Yunzheng noticed the incident and frowned: "What's wrong?"
The maid panicked and explained the cause. Ye Yunzheng was not such a harsh master: "It's okay, just give my bowl to big brother."
It was a small matter that ended in nothing, but Mother Qian, who was secretly observing, felt her heart tighten, thinking to herself, "Oh no, something bad is going to happen."
Her round face suddenly turned pale. Lord He is the girl's future husband. Oh my God, please don't drink it. Please don't drink it.
He Anting was chatting with Ye Yunheng during the meal. Ye Yunzheng, the second son of the Ye family and the eldest son of the eldest house, was a civil servant and his talent was also recognized by Old Master He.
The eldest son of the second wife chose to become a military officer and worked his way up from the bottom of the army. Old Master He said that he had a rotten head that could not be polished.
Lord Lingyun and his wife had a deep brotherly relationship with the late great-grandfather and his wife, but they had never thought of giving the title to their own son, who was an official, and they knew that their son was not cut out for it.
But He Anting got along better with the second brother. Whenever they met, they couldn't stop chatting.
"Master He, come here." Ye Yunheng wanted to pour wine for him but was rejected by He Anting. He didn't drink much after he left the palace. Instead, he picked up the lotus soup on the table.
Mother Qian was so panicked that she was at a loss as to what to do. By the time she finally pretended to be unintentional and walked to the table, the bowl of lotus soup was already empty.
She suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went black.
It's over, it's over. The girl's husband is dead because of her. Even if he cuts off all her bones, he still can't afford to compensate her.
Mother Qian was terrified.
She originally thought that since the table was in chaos, her actions would be difficult to be noticed, but now, she ended up losing more than she gained.
"What are you doing?" A low, emotionless voice sounded. Perhaps because she felt guilty, Mother Qian was slow to respond.
"Old, old servant, I took the wrong path." Mother Qian forced a natural smile, knelt down to salute, and then trotted away with her slightly plump body swaying.
The old woman acted stealthily. He Anting glanced at her back, called Qingwu over, and whispered a few words to her.
Jing Yao finished her lunch alone in the side courtyard. She sighed deeply, "I'm so tired. When will this end?"
Since she is not needed, why can't she leave?
She tilted her head tiredly, tears in her eyes almost squeezed out. Yun Qiao said to her, "Auntie, if you are tired, just rest here for a while."
Jing Yao nodded, leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.
Yun Qiao carefully covered her with a blanket. Soon, Jing Yao's breathing became slightly faster, and then she opened her eyes: "It's so hot, Yun Qiao."
Yun Qiao exclaimed and fanned her: "How about this?"
"Better."
Jing Yao turned over and kicked off the blanket with her delicate feet. Soon she felt too hot again. Yun Qiao asked worriedly, "Could it be that you have a heat stroke? I'll call a doctor for you."
"No, no, I don't think anything's wrong." Jing Yao didn't feel unwell, she was conscious and not confused. She patted her cheek and said, "You can continue to fan me."
"Master, are you hot?" Qing Wu glanced hesitantly at He Anting beside him. His master sat upright with a normal expression. Looking closely, he saw beads of sweat on his forehead.
"It's okay." He Anting hesitated. He has always been restrained and can endure even the heat.
"This room is a place for guests to rest. There is no ice in it. I will be back soon." Qing Wu said and went out.
After a while, He Anting drank up the cold tea in the pot, but still felt very hot.
For a moment he suspected that it was just like the last time he went to the palace, but after a long time, his brows and eyes relaxed and he didn't feel anything unusual. He probably had a trauma and was too suspicious.
He Anting walked out of the house and sat under the eaves to cool off.
Just then, the door of the house opposite opened wide and Jing Yao came out.
The moon-white jacket was like the flowing moonlight, and her rosy cheeks were full of moisture, which made her look even more beautiful. Her lips, as thick as rouge, were gently pursed.
He Anting glanced at her coldly.
Jing Yao naturally saw it as well. She was embarrassed and flustered and wanted to turn around and go back into the house, but for some reason, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.
Yun Qiao was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly used all her strength to support herself and slowly sat on the beauty seat.
He Anting frowned, and naturally could no longer pretend not to see it.
"What's wrong?" The cold voice soothed Jing Yao's restlessness like a clear spring. She raised her eyes hazily, and her drunken look was obvious.
He Anting leaned forward slightly and looked at her. "If you're not feeling well, go get a doctor. Why are you just standing there?"
Yun Qiao was about to call the maid when He Anting's sleeve tightened. He frowned and lowered his head, only to see Jing Yao tugging at his sleeve: "Don't, don't go."
Her voice sounded aggrieved and soft, like a cat's meow.
Yun Qiao was already terrified. She covered Jing Yao's mouth and said, "Okay, Auntie must have recognized the wrong person."
Jing Yao struggled: "I'm not mistaken, you are He, He..."
Yun Qiao held it tighter.
He Anting looked calm, not unhappy at all: "Are you drunk?"
Yun Qiao explained dryly, "My aunt is pregnant and can't drink alcohol."
That's insanity.
I don’t know who it was who acted so disloyal last night, but today he is pulling his sleeve and acting like a spoiled child.
This was the first time in He Anting's life that he was being led by the nose and the situation was out of control. He felt very uncomfortable.
He withdrew his sleeves indifferently: "If you are not in the right mind, go see a doctor. This is not a deserted place."
He turned around and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he heard low sobbing sounds behind him.
He Anting paused and frowned deeply.
Yun Qiao was extremely worried. What had happened to her aunt? Why did she look so out of her mind?
She was about to ask the servant to call a doctor when a shadow fell before her eyes.
When she looked up, she saw the man who had left had returned. He put his arm around her knees, stood up, held her firmly in his arms, and walked past her into the house.
Yun Qiao: ...
She suspected that she was dazzled and shook her head.
He Anting placed her on the couch, then immediately stood up and distanced himself from her, brushing her hand away. "What on earth are you going to do?"
Jing Yao, who was trying hard to stick to him, spoke in an unclear tone, saying that it felt so cool.
Cool? He placed the back of his hand on her forehead, but she didn't feel any heat.
"Wake up, where are you hot?" He Anting lifted her chin and shook her cheeks.
Jing Yao's eyes were misty, pure as a child's. Her warm hands grasped his large palms, pulling them downwards: "Hot."
The veins on He Anting's forehead jumped, and he seemed to have lost his mind.
"Jing Yao, you'd better know what you are doing."
He turned to Yun Qiao behind him and said, "Go ask Qing Wu to get my name card and ask the imperial physician Han to come over. Don't let anyone know."
Yun Qiao was stunned for a moment, then ran over quickly.
Ye Yunzheng was accompanying He and talking to the county lord. He responded absentmindedly, but his heart was flying to Jing Yao.
He saw through it, but she had to pretend to be magnanimous. She deliberately wanted to stay with her mother for a while, so that as soon as she left, her husband would not immediately run to that vixen.
…
Qing Wu hurried and quietly led Doctor Han into the Bo's mansion.
Inside the room, Jing Yao lay on her side on He Anting's legs, her body curled up, a layer of hair on her flushed cheeks. She closed her eyes slightly and breathed softly.
Yun Qiao had dismissed all the maids outside. As soon as Qing Wu entered the room, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless and immediately lowered his head.
He Anting's expression remained calm. "Excuse me, Imperial Doctor Han. I have to ask you to come here to stop people from talking. Could you please take a look at her? What's wrong?"
Qing Wu understood that his master must be afraid of being seen by others, so he invited Doctor Han to come over to save trouble and avoid any rumors.
Doctor Han was knowledgeable and went forward to take the patient's pulse without saying anything.
After a while, he was surprised: "She is pregnant."
"Look at the pulse, it's healthy and strong, nothing's wrong." Doctor Han was puzzled.
He Anting hesitated: "Are you sure?"
Doctor Han stopped talking again and looked at her. He lifted his sleeve and looked at his wrist. "Looking at her complexion, she looks rosy and healthy. There's nothing wrong with her. It's just that her sweating seems endless..."
Doctor Han raised his head and looked at He Anting. Fine beads of sweat were dripping down his temples, but He Anting's expression was indifferent, and it was not noticeable unless you looked closely.
Doctor Han's face changed. He felt He Anting's pulse again, asked him to lift up his sleeves, and observed his meridians.
Thinking of the symptoms He Anting just mentioned, he smiled and said, "This is the Double Thoughts Medicine Gu."
"What is...Double Thoughts Medicine Gu?"
He felt unwell.
Doctor Han stroked his beard. "This stuff comes from Xidong. It flowed into our dynasty after the border trade was established. It's very valuable and hard to come by. The person holding the mother Gu doesn't react strangely, but the son Gu will... be unable to resist and ask the mother Gu for sex."
"Usually, they are bought by some nobles with inexplicable fetishes for their own amusement. Uh... Your Excellency, this is..."
He Anting's face turned ashen and ridiculous. He was extremely angry, and suddenly an image of a sneaky old woman flashed through his mind.
"How to solve it? Don't hurt her."
Doctor Han looked embarrassed. "Shuangsi Medicinal Gu is not harmful to the body. On the contrary, it is an excellent tonic that nourishes the body. It is harmless within... a hundred miles. As long as the mother of the Gu is affectionate and loving, it will be fine."
His old face turned red and he wanted to escape underground.
He Anting froze, his face unnatural: "Nonsense, she...how can her body do that? Even if she can, the two of us..."
He couldn't continue.
"Don't worry, sir. This Gu doesn't act restlessly every day. It usually takes fifteen days, on the first and fifteenth day of each lunar month, for the obvious symptom to be profuse sweating. If it's left unchecked for too long, it will harm your body. Once it clears up, you'll regain consciousness."
Doctor Han said this and quickly left with his medicine box.
He will pretend to know nothing about what happened today once he leaves this door.
After the people left, He Anting helped her up and asked her to lean her back against his chest. Jing Yao still looked aggrieved. He Anting had a cold face, but he reached out and pressed her with his slender big hand. Jing Yao tensed up instantly, groaned, and buried her head in his arms unbearably.
After an unknown amount of time, her eyes narrowed slightly with moisture. He Anting still looked indifferent, as if he was doing something no different from reading or writing.
His fingertips were damp with moisture, and he rubbed the corners of her lips as if in revenge, making her already gorgeous lips even more like the juice of fresh flowers.
Then he stood up and walked out. Yun Qiao lowered her head and dared not breathe. He Anting glanced at her and said, "Nothing happened today."
"Yes, yes." Yun Qiao trembled.
He Anting returned to his room, and Qing Wu followed him in. He was very straightforward and efficient: "Master, we've found out that the woman is definitely not from the Bo Mansion. The woman is the wet nurse that Xue Ningzhen sent to look after Concubine Jing. She's especially good at diagnosing women's illnesses."
"Xue Ningzhen?" He Anting looked puzzled, and Qing Wu explained the whole story.
"Is that woman the one who gave the drug?"
Qing Wu: "Of course. I asked the maid, and she said that it was indeed the old woman who gave it to her. So the food did pass through Old Woman Qian's hands."
The person who drugged the master had a very good timing. He arrived just as the master withdrew the guards.
He Anting couldn't tell from their expressions why Xue Ningzhen and Mrs. Qian drugged him.
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