Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Are you so anxious to cut off ties with him? ...
"What about Mrs. Qian?" He Anting asked.
"After investigating the matter, I went looking for him, but I couldn't find him. He must have gotten away."
Qing Wu also found it incredible: "Why would Miss Xue instruct Mrs. Qian to do this?"
He Anting couldn't tell from her expression. The soup had passed through Mrs. Qian's hands, but after Qingwu knocked it over, Ye Yunzheng gave him his...
That mother Gu should be given to Ye Yunzheng.
Why?
Does Xue have a grudge against A'ou?
Or... He Anting quickly suppressed the thought that popped up. It was impossible. If it was because of him, it was even more impossible.
"In my name, send an invitation to Xue Ningzhen to meet at Tongheju outside the mansion."
"yes."
Inside the room, Jing Yao woke up slowly. Yun Qiao was lying on the head of her bed, staring at her intently: "Auntie, you're finally awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your stomach upset?"
Jing Yaoren was still confused when the barrage of questions made her even more confused.
"I'm fine."
She moved her body subconsciously. Her muscles and bones felt comfortable, her limbs were soft, and her stomach... was a little hungry. She touched her cheek again, and the burning sensation was gone.
But a vague memory suddenly flashed through her mind, and Jing Yao's eyes were dull: "What's wrong with me?"
Possessed?
"I was just about to ask you something. Just now... you were grabbing Master He and telling him not to leave. Auntie, did you recognize the wrong person? You didn't drink anything, so how could you be drunk?"
Jing Yao's face flushed red, and she wished she could find a mud pit to bury herself in.
It's over. He Anting must think that I am hypocritical and scheming. He might even think that I am deliberately seducing him.
She touched her head, feeling a little like crying and a little confused.
Just as she was struggling, there was a knock on the door. Yun Qiao went forward to open the door and found that it was Qing Wu.
"The master said that if Auntie wakes up, please move away."
Jing Yao is sober now, and subconsciously feels that something is not right. The two of them should have avoided suspicion, but she turned around and became possessed, grabbing the other person's sleeve, and now she wants to enter the other person's house.
He might scold himself and then ridicule himself for being wishful thinking.
"I'm not feeling well. I feel nauseous and want to vomit." Jing Yao quickly leaned back on the couch and covered her head with the quilt. "Please ask him to wait for a while." So that she could prepare herself mentally.
Upon hearing this, Qingwu went back to the house and relayed her situation.
He Anting knew what she was thinking, so he sneered and said nothing more.
After a while, there was a very soft knock on the door.
He Anting didn't even raise his head: "Come in."
The door was then pushed open a little, and Jing Yao squeezed in, bowing her head and saying, "Sir, you are looking for me."
Qingwu tactfully stepped back and closed the door for the two of them.
There were only two of them left in the room, and Jing Yao had a hot face and was full of awkwardness and restraint.
"You shouldn't have forgotten what happened just now." He Anting leaned back in his chair and tapped his thigh lightly with his fingertips. "But you don't have to feel any burden in your heart."
He relayed Doctor Han's words to her. Of course, he omitted the matter of Mrs. Qian. Since this matter involved him, it was no longer her concern. He could handle it.
The important thing for her is to stay in the backyard and recuperate.
But seeing as she can eat and sleep well, she probably isn't the type to worry too much.
The more Jing Yao listened, the redder her face became, and the more uncomfortable she felt, her embarrassment was visibly evident.
How could he say it so naturally?
What is this Double Thoughts Medicine Gu? What is that? Jing Yao touched her chest and didn't feel anything unusual.
"The reason you suddenly looked like you were possessed just now was because the Zi Gu sensed the Mother Gu's aura and was forced to seek pleasure."
He bit hard and was forced.
Okay, no need to say more. Jing Yao bit her lip, wishing she could cover her ears and pretend to be deaf.
Following his low voice, Jing Yao's body began to stir again, and that desire seemed to rise up again.
"What should we do? Is there any solution? Why did the imperial physician say that it can be completely eradicated?" Jing Yao asked anxiously?
He Anting was silent: "No."
Jing Yao couldn't believe it and didn't care about keeping a distance. She walked closer with her skirt lifted up: "How can that be? You and I... it's not possible."
Are you so eager to distance yourself from me? He Anting's heart grew increasingly irritated, and his tone became harsher: "Now the son Gu is in you, and the mother Gu is in me. It has no effect on me anyway. You might as well confess to your prince and see if he has any solution."
"After all, the Gu will become restless on the first and fifteenth day of every month."
Jing Yao's face turned pale: "How could this happen?"
He Anting saw that she looked unwell, but he was still concerned about her health: "But you don't have to worry about the poison. I will find out everything."
He Anting didn't say anything more. It was already an established fact. She was wholeheartedly in love with Ye Yunzheng and was pregnant with his child, but now she was forced to have physical contact with him.
He Anting's expression was unclear and his mind was in a mess.
He had no reason to comfort her, and it was not his job to do so.
Just now, I just felt so uncomfortable seeing her, and I was afraid that she would make some mistakes and I would be trapped.
"You should leave." He Anting coldly ordered her to leave. Jing Yao looked disappointed and slowly left the house.
Looking at her back, He Anting was not as calm and indifferent as he had imagined, but felt unusually violent in his heart.
…
With a bang, the porcelain cup shattered to the ground. Xue Ningzhen grabbed the wooden sculpture next to her and threw it out again.
The wooden sculpture hit Mother Qian’s head accurately: “How do you do things, idiot?”
She was so angry. It shouldn't be like this. How could it be like this?
"Miss, it's all my fault. I deserve to die. Please allow me to die." Mother Qian was an elderly person by her side. She was efficient and capable. It was precisely because the matter was important that Xue Ningzhen entrusted it to her with confidence.
Xue Ningzhen calmed down and said, "Go to the farm first to avoid the limelight."
"Yes." Mother Qian left trembling.
Jing Yao was worried for many days, and Yun Qiao was afraid that something might happen to her, so she often asked a doctor to take her pulse.
"It seems that this medicinal poison really nourishes the body. Auntie seems to have become plump again." Yun Qiao looked at her Yun Tuaner. She had changed a new batch of clothes in the past half month. Even if she was pregnant, it wouldn't be so fast.
Jing Yao held her cheek and pinched a piece of delicate cake and put it into her mouth. She seemed to have felt nothing in the past half month. Could it be that He Anting lied to her?
"Auntie, do you want to go out for a walk? The doctor said you need to move more and not stay in the house all day."
Jing Yao was not interested. She had just returned home to see her mother two days ago. Before she could say a few words to her mother, she was invited over by Cui. She tried to use her connections to ask the prince to help her adopted brother pass the autumn examination.
He really thinks highly of himself and can even give advice on important government affairs.
Then he asked her in a sarcastic tone when the prince would accompany her back home.
She mumbled a few words and quickly ran away.
It’s all my fault for being too talkative and talking too much.
The prince has been coming to her less often recently and rarely stays overnight. He only has meals with her or takes a short nap during the day before leaving.
And my mother often asks about it.
Especially after she became pregnant, her mother wrote to her from time to time, and her words showed that she wanted to meet the prince in person.
Therefore, as usual, she asked the prince about this matter while serving him lunch. Since the prince had already promised her before, Jing Yao was bolder this time and asked directly when.
Ye Yunzheng thought for a while and said, "I can go back home with you tomorrow."
Jing Yao was both happy and surprised: "Really?"
Ye Yunzheng nodded: "Of course."
Jing Yao understood that Ye Yunzheng was only accommodating her because of the baby in her belly, so she tactfully said, "Your Highness is very busy with official duties. How could he come back with me? Besides, it's not proper. My mother has recovered from her illness and the weather is warm now. Why don't we have lunch at Tongheju?"
She looked at Ye Yunzheng cautiously, her eyes full of anticipation.
Ye Yunzheng understood what she meant, and realized belatedly that he had agreed too quickly and without careful consideration.
"Okay, as you say."
Jing Yao picked up a piece of duck meat for him with her chopsticks as if to please him. Since she became pregnant, she didn't have to stand and serve him. However, the prince was the master and she was the concubine, so the rules of service could not be changed.
The next day, Jing Yao got up early and went to Muyunzhai to pay her respects to He. She also mentioned that she was going out of the house today, but she was smart enough to hide the fact and just said that she wanted to accompany her mother.
He scolded her lightly for running around and threatening to hurt the baby in her womb, but she let her go and assigned a few guards to follow her from a distance.
Jing Yao returned to the Jing Mansion first and happily told her mother about this. He was surprised when she heard this: "Really?"
Jing Yao nodded: "Really?"
He seemed to be lost in thought. Her face still showed signs of illness and her body was thin, but her appearance still retained her charm and her demeanor was dignified. She did not look like the mistress of a merchant family at all.
It seems that the prince treats Yao'er very sincerely. She also knows in her heart that her daughter is a concubine because there is a mistress in front of her, which makes her status awkward. Her only wish is to meet her in person so that she can have a better idea of it.
This way she can close her eyes in peace in the afterlife.
"In that case, Madam Yu, please help me dress up." He said lightly.
She hadn't been out for a long time, so Nanny Yu took the trouble to dress her up so that she wouldn't be looked down upon by those noble men.
Jing Yao sat beside her, holding her cheek with her hands, her eyes clear: "Mother, you are so beautiful."
Yu Ma Ma was delighted when she heard this and started talking: "Oh my girl, back then our lady was the most beautiful lady in Yangzhou. Men who wanted to marry her lined up from the east to the west of the city. If the master were still alive, our lady would have been the queen of the palace."
He scolded: "Stop talking, it's all in the past, why bring it up?"
Nanny Yu shut up. These were the lady's sad stories. Why was she bringing them up?
Jing Yao carefully looked at her mother's expression and saw that she didn't seem sad, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
When the mother and daughter went out, Nanny Yu held a bamboo umbrella beside them to block the sun.
"Hey, what are you doing?" A sarcastic voice sounded. Jing Yao raised her head and looked over. Cui was waving a fan with a sarcastic look on her face.
"Mrs. Cui." Jing Yao changed her address in a distant tone.
This time she could reply calmly: "Since the prince is free today, my mother and I will go to the appointment."
Cui was stunned, still a little bit unbelievable: "You..."
Jing Yao was too lazy to say more to her: "Jing Yao and mother will go ahead." After saying that, she straightened her back and left with her mother.
Cui's expression changed unpredictably. She quickly instructed the nanny beside her, "Go, follow their carriage and see if the prince is really going there."
The nanny immediately accepted the order.
In the carriage, He's expression was cold, her face pale and listless: "Why are you wasting your time talking to her?"
Jing Yao warned her, "Let her know that we are going to see the Crown Prince. Then, in the future, Cui will be more respectful to her mother and won't dare to offend her again."
Yu Ma explained: "Sister has grown up and has learned to think for Madam."
The two of them took a carriage to Tongheju. He hadn't been out for some time and was not comfortable in crowded places, so Jing Yao quickly took her into the private room.
"Mother, please wait a moment. The prince should be here soon." He nodded when she heard this.
In this way, the mother and daughter waited in the box for half an hour.
Nanny Yu tried to lighten the mood: "Is it because the prince is too busy with official duties that he hasn't been able to attend to this?"
He took a sip of tea and said, "Perhaps he thinks we are not worthy of his coming here in person."
Jing Yao couldn't help but say, "No, the prince always keeps his word. He promised his daughter."
He's face was full of sarcasm: "You believe what a man says?"
Jing Yao bit her lip and stood up suddenly. "Mother, please wait here for a while. I'll go back to the mansion and take a look."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the door with Yun Qiao. He originally wanted to forget it, but she didn't have time to call her.
He sighed.
Jing Yao went back home first to try her luck. If the prince had not returned, it would mean that he was indeed hindered by official duties.
As a result, she saw Ming Yi walking hurriedly as soon as she entered the mansion. She hurriedly said, "Ming Yi."
Ming Yi turned around and saw her and asked, "Aunt? What's the matter?"
Jing Yao approached, shook his hand, and asked, "Where is the prince? Where is the prince?"
"The county lady is unwell and is currently paying respects to the He residence with the young lady."
Jing Yao felt a little uneasy: "So, when will the prince come back?"
"The prince had his meal at the He residence and then went straight to the government office. Auntie, is there anything you need? I will just pass it on to you."
Jing Yao was immediately embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay, forget it." She lowered her head and walked back.
The county lady is ill, and it seems the prince will not come today.
Jing Yao didn't feel sad at all. This was normal. It was just that the timing was not right, and she didn't know how to explain it to her mother.
Jing Yao returned to Tongheju and walked forward with her head down. As a result, she didn't see the road for a moment and accidentally bumped into someone.
Just as she was about to apologize, her wrist was grabbed: "Jing Yao."
She was called by her full name. The voice was familiar, low and deep. Only one person would call her like that. Jing Yao trembled and raised her head.
He Anting frowned as he looked at the little creature, whose whole body was filled with the expression of despair. It looked like a cat with drooping ears.
"Master He, it's you. I'm sorry." She pulled her hand back and apologized, "I didn't see it."
The corners of her eyes seemed a little red. He Anting looked at her calmly. "Crying again?" Why?
Even he didn't notice that he always subconsciously paid attention to her.
Pay attention to this little thing who rejected her and whose body and mind belong to another man.
"What are you doing here? Is there something wrong?" he asked carefully.
His words were filled with concern, and it was unclear whether Jing Yao had imagined it herself: "My mother is upstairs, originally waiting for the prince to come."
She was concise in her words; if she spoke too much it would sound like she was complaining.
He Anting understood that he had been stood up.
"Your mother wants to see him?"
Jing Yao nodded.
He Anting hummed and let go of her hand. He thought inexplicably that today was the fifteenth day of the month, and he didn't know if she...
"I'm leaving first, Master He."
Jing Yao bowed and left in a hurry.
He Anting did not stop her and simply went to the original room.
He slowly pushed open the door. Inside, Xue Ningzhen suddenly looked up, met his gaze, and stood up, kneeling: "Master He."
She looked calm and generous, with just the right amount of timidity between her brows. It was perfect, without the slightest bit of unnaturalness.
"Miss Xue."
He paused, then suddenly said, "Miss Xue, you may have to wait a moment. I suddenly left something behind and need to go downstairs to retrieve it."
Xue Ningzhen was stunned for a moment and responded slowly, but He Anting had already pushed the door and left.
In another private room, Jing Yao came back with a droopy head, while He was still sitting quietly.
"Not coming?"
Jing Yao cheered up and explained, "The prince said he was busy with official business and couldn't leave today."
He glanced at her and said nothing: "If you don't want to come, then don't come. We can't waste this table of delicious food. Please sit down. It's been a long time since you and I have eaten together."
Jing Yao felt inexplicably sad. It was not because the prince could not come, but because she had disappointed her mother.
A'niang was not feeling well, and she asked her to wait here for almost an hour.
"Yeah." She replied sullenly.
Jing Yao had just sat down and picked up her chopsticks when the door was suddenly pushed open. She looked over in the direction of the sound and was stunned when she saw who was coming.
Before she could react from her confusion, He Anting said calmly, "Sorry for the wait."
He understood with just two concise words: "Prince?"
He Anting did not deny it.
He never left the house. She was still sick and asleep when her daughter put on her wedding dress, and had never seen the prince at all.
He Anting guessed right.
Jing Yao, who was bewildered just now, was now completely shocked. She stood up suddenly, her face flushed red: "You..."
He Anting stepped forward and asked, "Aren't you impatient?"
He calmly took her hand. Jing Yao's face turned pale immediately. She tried to pull it out, but it was held tightly.
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