Chapter 346 Complaint
Weiyang Palace.
Jiang Huan lazily sank into a recliner covered with thick cushions, a thin brocade quilt covering her body, like a satisfied cat, squinting her eyes and enjoying this rare afternoon tranquility.
The drowsiness brought on by pregnancy made her feel relaxed and languid.
He Ling sat on a stool to the side, holding a cup of flower tea in her hand, but her eyes kept drifting to Jiang Huan's slightly protruding belly. Her inner thoughts were as rich as a drama.
[System, system, quickly scan me! Is Your Majesty's pregnancy stable? Is the baby healthy?]
"Host, this system does not provide obstetric scanning services. According to the character panel, the target character 'Jiang Huan' has stable vital signs and a high pleasure value."
What's the use of you! You don't even have an ultrasound function! Terrible!
He Ling inwardly complained, but seeing Jiang Huan's rosy complexion and relaxed brows, she felt slightly relieved.
[Well, judging from Her Majesty's complexion, she seems to be doing well. But since Her Majesty is pregnant, shouldn't I prepare a gift?]
What should I give as a gift? A gold lock and silver bracelet? That's too tacky, and besides, I don't have much money.
She was sitting there, her brows furrowed in worry, as if she were facing a problem of the century.
With her eyes closed, Jiang Huan listened to He Ling and the system's chattering conversation, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
This girl may be a bit silly at times, but she's very sincere.
After hesitating for a long time, He Ling finally couldn't help but clear her throat and try to start the conversation naturally: "Your Majesty, do you think the baby can feel the outside world while it's in the womb? I heard that prenatal education can start now."
Jiang Huan didn't even lift her eyelids, and lazily hummed in agreement: "Probably. Anyway, Huo Lin believes it now. He recites poems to my belly every day without fail, calling it enlightenment. It's giving me a headache, and the baby is probably about to fall asleep from his recitations."
He Ling's eyes lit up, as if she had found a breakthrough: "Reciting poems is good, but just listening to them might be a bit monotonous. If we could have some, um... tangible little things, maybe that would attract the baby's attention even more?"
As she spoke, she carefully observed Jiang Huan's expression, trying to extract some useful information.
[Quickly ask me what this little trinket is, so I can smoothly suggest giving it as a gift.]
Jiang Huan, hearing her little scheme, teased her on purpose: "Can you see and touch it? For example? You can't just give the baby Huo Lin's private vault key to play with, can you?"
He Ling choked for a moment, her mind suddenly drifting away: "That's so lucky, to have mountains of gold and silver since childhood..."
Oh no, I've gone off-topic and started talking about outer space!
The system couldn't take it anymore and warned: "Warning! The host's information transmission efficiency is too low, and the risk of communication strategy failure is as high as 78%. It is recommended to use the direct questioning method and avoid roundabout tactics."
Jiang Huan opened her eyes, smiled at He Ling who looked so embarrassed she was about to dig a hole on the spot, and decided to stop teasing her.
"Okay, I know, you want to prepare a gift for the baby, right? Look how anxious you are."
He Ling blushed, feeling embarrassed at being seen through, but mostly relieved.
She nodded quickly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I just wanted to give you a small token of my appreciation, but I don't know if it's appropriate. I'm afraid there are many rules in the palace, and I might make a fool of myself by giving the wrong thing, or... or you might not like it."
Her voice trailed off, tinged with trepidation.
Jiang Huan waved her hand dismissively, her tone light: "What's inappropriate about it? I'm happy that you have this thought in mind and care about me and the baby. Don't send those gold and jade things, they're heavy and boring. If you really care, get something... um, something interesting."
She blinked, a lively light flashing in her eyes: "For example, how about making a super-sized, soft bun-shaped pillow? Or sewing a little rag doll? That would be much better than those cold, lifeless things."
He Ling was stunned for a moment, then her eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if a door to a new world had been opened for her.
[Yes, why didn't I think of that? Instead of going for the exquisite design, let's go for the creative and heartfelt approach.]
[This bun-shaped plush pillow is great! It's soft and cute!]
[System, quick! Open the Craft Encyclopedia! I want to learn sewing!]
"Ding! The 'Manual Advancement' module has been activated for the host, requiring 50 points. Confirm?"
[Confirmed! It was worth spending these points for the baby.]
He Ling was instantly filled with fighting spirit, as if she had found a new direction in life and a sacred mission, and couldn't wait to conjure up needles, thread and fabric to start sewing.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured!" she patted her chest and promised, "I will definitely make a unique gift for the baby, ensuring it's soft and safe!"
Seeing her so full of energy, Jiang Huan couldn't help but chuckle. Just as she was about to tease her a bit more, she heard a series of hurried footsteps outside, accompanied by Mingzhu's unique voice.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Mingzhu came running in, her skirt hemmed up, her face flushed red, as if she were very angry.
Upon seeing Jiang Huan, she disregarded her formalities and rushed to the recliner, stomping her foot angrily.
"Your Majesty, do you remember the Young Master Lin I mentioned before? My Imperial Uncle said that Young Master Lin was after my identity, and I didn't quite believe it, thinking he was being too arbitrary. But... but today..."
Mingzhu took a breath and began to complain: "I went out of the manor to relax today, but guess what? I 'bumped into' that Young Master Lin again. This time he didn't help me up, but his servant 'accidentally' dropped a stack of books at my feet!"
"Then he quickly came over to apologize. When he bent down to pick up the book, a handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers fell out of his arms. I recognized the material of that handkerchief; it was the latest style from Jinxiu Pavilion, and it was very expensive. How could a poor scholar like him afford such a handkerchief?"
Mingzhu became increasingly angry as she spoke, her words coming out in rapid succession: "That's not all. I had my maid secretly follow him, but he turned around and went to the back door of a wealthy merchant's house, where he secretly met with the maidservant of the young lady and slipped the handkerchief to her."
"So this chance encounter wasn't just about me; his concern wasn't limited to me alone!"
As Jiang Huan listened to Mingzhu's series of accusations, the lazy smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of coldness.
He Ling, standing to the side, was already dumbfounded.
[My god, this is a real-life example of a player and a gigolo, this is too outrageous!]
[This young master Lin is a master of time management; he's pursuing several targets at the same time.]
Fortunately, the princess didn't really fall for it, otherwise it would have been terrible.
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