Sang Wenyin pursed her lips tightly and clenched her teeth.
Jiang Jinzhao's pupils suddenly shrank.
My heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and then suddenly loosened, and my ears were buzzing.
[Sang Wenyin, this stupid woman, is almost showing her pregnancy, yet she still comes here to act like she won’t get married]
Jiang Songyi's earth-shattering voice, with the unique clarity of a young girl and the absurdity of being calm as if the sky is falling, was like a poisoned ice cone, piercing his eardrum!
Ball in the belly?
child?
Jiang Jinzhao suddenly raised his head, and his scorching gaze was like a searchlight, almost uncontrollably shooting towards the waist and abdomen of Sang Wenyin, who was wearing a plain long skirt, diagonally opposite him.
This fiancée who was forced into marriage by his family is actually pregnant?
Sang Wenyin was stunned by the sudden gaze.
"Prince Jiang!" Sang Wenyin's eyebrows were raised, her pretty face frosted. She suddenly tightened her clothes in front of her and subconsciously turned to the side, trying to avoid the extremely frivolous and rude prying eyes in her eyes. Her voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and contempt, "Please respect yourself!"
The gentle smile on Mrs. Xu's face faded a little, and she glanced at her son's instantly out-of-control expression with a hint of displeasure.
At this moment, the maid's crisp voice broke the momentary stagnation and awkwardness: "Doctor Zhang is here——"
The atmosphere in the flower hall subtly relaxed.
Doctor Zhang, looking energetic, was brought in with a medicine box by the steward of the Yongding Marquis's Mansion.
He was an old man in the palace and an old acquaintance of the Marquis' Mansion. He often came to treat Jiang Jinzhao's arm injury.
"The prince's injury is recovering well," Doctor Zhang checked Jiang Jinzhao's pulse and carefully examined his splinted arm, twirling his beard and nodding. "The tendons and joints are damaged, and the qi and blood still need time to recuperate. There's no need to rush. Just take care of yourself and take the internal medicine I prescribed on time to clear blood stasis, dissipate heat, and strengthen your body. There's no need to worry too much."
Mrs. Xu showed gratitude: "Thank you for your concern, Doctor Zhang."
Then, she raised her hand very naturally and gently rubbed her forehead, a slight frown of fatigue between her brows. "I just don't know why, but I've been feeling very tired and listless these past few days."
Doctor Zhang hurriedly said, "Madam, you've probably been overworked. Please allow me to check your pulse."
After checking Madam Xu's pulse, Doctor Zhang reassured her, "Madam, you only have a slight loss of Qi and blood, caused by your anxiety and fatigue. It's nothing serious. No medication is needed. Just rest and recuperate."
Princess Jiaqing, Jiang Songyi, who was sitting quietly watching the play, was also asked by her mother to take her pulse. Doctor Zhang did as she was told and bowed to Madam Xu with a smile, "The princess is in good health. Madam, don't worry."
Upon seeing this, Madam Sang felt even more satisfied with the background of the Marquisate and its relationship with the palace.
Especially seeing how familiar Doctor Zhang was with the Marquis's residence, his smile deepened, and he couldn't help but mention his daughter's value again:
"With a loving mistress like Madam Xu, and the constant care of the imperial physician, the Marquis's residence is blessed with peace and prosperity! When my daughter Wenyin marries into the family, she will surely learn from Madam how to manage the household affairs and share her worries and burdens!"
Sang Wenyin felt a surge of suffocation in her chest as she listened to her mother showing her off to the Marquis's Mansion like an object.
Was she to be the one to run the household in this complex and intertwined backyard of the Marquis's mansion? Was she to be a pawn in her mother's eyes, a pawn to cling to the Marquis's power? Was she to spend her whole life looking at Jiang Jinzhao's face, a face that disgusted her from the bottom of her heart?
No! What she longed for was the freedom of poetry, wine, and singing! It was a comfortable life of singing to the wind and moon with Liao Lang!
Anyone who wants to enter this golden cage in the marquis' mansion can do so!
At this moment, the corners of Xu's lips curved up in a perfect arc, as if she suddenly thought of something, and looked at Madam Sang and Sang Wenyin very naturally:
"What a coincidence today! It's rare that Doctor Zhang is here. Madam Sang, Miss Sang, since you're all set, why don't you ask Doctor Zhang to take your pulse? That'll put your mind at ease."
Doctor Zhang also bowed slightly to show that he was fulfilling his duty.
Jiang Songyi leisurely picked up a small piece of exquisite preserves and put it in his mouth, his eyes drifting around the turbulent flower hall: "Mother, this favor is wonderful. It's a pity that Sang Wenyin is still dreaming, not knowing that she has a timed firecracker in her stomach. Just wait, when the firecracker goes off, we'll see how she and that poor scholar can maintain their noble and elegant relationship. Second brother's face turned green when he knew the truth. But second brother is kind-hearted, maybe he will help this star-crossed couple? That would save mother and me a lot of trouble..."
Seeing that the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was so warm and thoughtful, and knowing that the opportunity to have the imperial physician diagnose her pulse was rare, Madam Sang was very pleased and would never refuse.
She hurriedly smiled and pulled her daughter: "Wenyin, why don't you thank Madam Xu for her kindness? Let Doctor Zhang take a look, so that your mother can feel at ease."
Although Sang Wenyin was unwilling to be examined, she was reluctant to do so due to her mother and the situation. Under Xu's gentle and smiling gaze, she sat on the brocade stool in front of Doctor Zhang with a barely noticeable stiffness and hesitantly stretched out her wrist.
The flower hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Doctor Zhang extended three fingers and calmly placed them on Sang Wenyin's wrist. He twirled his beard, his eyes initially calm and focused. However, within a split second of feeling the pulse, his fingers froze.
His slightly closed eyelids suddenly opened, his relaxed face suddenly tensed, and unspeakable horror burst out from those worldly-wise eyes!
Slippery pulse!
So clear and powerful, as if there were living things rolling under my fingers!
This... this is clearly...
impossible!
Perhaps he was tired after the long journey? Was his wrist in the wrong position?
The huge shock made Doctor Zhang's breath stop for a moment.
He even suspected that his eyesight was blurry due to old age. He didn't care about his impoliteness and quickly gestured to Sang Wenyin with his other hand: "Please... please change your hand, Miss!"
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