"I will always remember your kindness. No matter what difficulties you encounter or what help you need in the future, I will do my best to help you solve them."
Facing Wen Zhu's words, Qingti smiled and comforted her: "As long as you are safe and sound, you really don't need to take other things too seriously."
From this sentence, we can hear that compared to rewards, Qingti cares more about the sincere feelings between friends and the other party's safety and happiness.
Considering the relationship between Qingti and Dujuan, in order to protect everyone's safety, some truths are not convenient to be revealed.
"Also, why did the prince agree to meet that woman?"
Qingti asked in confusion.
"Isn't it because of this burn? The doctor told me that I took too much of that medicine to prevent pregnancy. The prince was very unhappy when he found out."
Wen Zhu explained in a low voice, his eyes full of worry and confusion.
Qingti bit her lip lightly, feeling a little conflicted: "Wen Zhu, don't hold your hopes too high. The prince may not do anything to the young lady."
"Why?"
Wen Zhu asked with a frown, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"Lord Zhao has just been promoted to cabinet deputy."
Qingti whispered, with an indescribable complex emotion in his eyes.
Wen Zhu's heart suddenly turned cold.
Zhao Manxiang's father was originally a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Personnel and an important figure in the cabinet. Now he has even more power after his promotion.
"Last night at dinner, the young lady was bragging about how her father had become a deputy cabinet minister, almost like the head of the cabinet. Now the head of the cabinet is old, almost seventy, and in poor health. He rarely works except for important matters. When he retires, Minister Zhao will definitely take over his position."
Qingti sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
"I see."
Wen Zhu forced a smile, but behind it was hidden a deep bitterness.
She remembered that there was indeed a time when Zhao Manxiang's father was the head of the cabinet.
Now, Wen Zhu has a new idea in his mind.
If she were in Fu Yu's shoes, it would not seem worthwhile to offend her powerful father-in-law for a person of lower status.
It seems that I have to solve all the problems by myself.
In order not to arouse other people's suspicion, Qing went to stand in the corridor outside the house.
In the living room, Fu Yu was sitting in the main seat, and Zhao Manxiang was sitting next to him.
"I heard that there was a fire in Yaotaiyue this morning. I was very worried about Wenzhu's condition, so I hurried over to check on him."
Zhao Manxiang said with a forced smile, her tone showing some unconcealable nervousness.
"You got the news really quickly."
Fu Yu raised the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of sarcasm, with a barely perceptible glint of inquiry in his eyes.
"Because my servants all know that I have always taken good care of Wen Zhu, they informed me as soon as they found out about the situation."
Zhao Manxiang adjusted her sitting position and explained somewhat awkwardly, hoping to calm the other person's doubts.
"She'll probably need to recuperate for a while."
Fu Yu responded calmly, but there was still a hint of sadness between his brows.
"How did you know about the fire at Yaotaiyue last night?"
Zhao Manxiang asked carefully, with a hint of curiosity and exploration in her eyes.
Fu Yu looked at Zhao Manxiang, his eyes deep and filled with complex emotions: "Du Juan's behavior was a little unusual last night. The people in the village noticed it and reported it to me immediately."
The tone was flat, as if he was just stating a very ordinary fact.
"Luckily you arrived in time to deal with it."
Zhao Manxiang patted her chest lightly and said this, as if to comfort herself from the fear she felt when it was mentioned just now.
"Her foot was badly injured."
Fu Yu lowered his head and said, his tone revealing the worry and heaviness that was difficult to conceal.
"Well, how could it be so bad? Then I should quickly have someone prepare some supplements for her."
Zhao Manxiang pretended to be concerned and said with a slight tremor in her voice, trying hard to show her sympathy.
"The supplements aren't the most important thing... I'm just afraid it will be difficult for her to have children in the future."
Fu Yu said this worriedly, his brows furrowed, and his words revealed his uneasiness about the future.
"Young Master, then... I..." Zhao Manxiang's heartbeat instantly quickened, her lips trembling slightly, not knowing how to respond to this sudden message.
Does that mean he expects her to bear children?
Finally waited for this moment!
"…Maybe I'll have to find another concubine."
Fu Yu looked at Zhao Manxiang, and said with a smile on his lips.
These words were like an invisible sharp blade that pierced deep into Zhao Manxiang's heart, freezing her originally blazing heart in an instant. It became like a piece of cold stone, and even breathing became extremely difficult and painful.
Under Fu Yu's gaze, Zhao Manxiang forced herself to pull herself together. Although her body remained stiff, she managed to straighten up and replied in the calmest tone possible, "I have a maidservant named Yu Ning. She is not only outstanding in appearance, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is definitely a good girl with both talent and beauty."
"No matter how attractive one's appearance or how talented one is, it's just superficial. The most crucial issue is whether one can successfully give birth to a child."
As Fu Yu said this, he looked at Zhao Manxiang with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"She is very strong and healthy. I believe she will soon bring new strength to the Duke's Mansion."
Zhao Manxiang almost gritted her teeth as she squeezed out these words.
Then, Fu Yu slowly leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed but with a hint of wit: "As long as you are healthy, that's enough. However, even the strongest body is useless in the face of those powerful drugs."
Although his words did not sound very loud, to Zhao Manxiang, they were as heart-pounding as the sudden thunder and lightning in the winter night.
Hearing this, Zhao Manxiang's eyes involuntarily widened into a round and wide shape.
Seeing this, Fu Yu's expression became even more serious. "Could it be that he did something he shouldn't have done and that's why he doesn't dare to confess?"
His voice was much deeper now as he questioned the other party.
Feeling the increasing pressure from Fu Yu, Zhao Manxiang could only look at the man she loved and feared with a pleading look. "Young Master..." she called softly, her voice full of helplessness and pleading.
The man opposite was clearly dissatisfied with this attitude. He raised his voice again and demanded, "Tell me, how many more people are you prepared to sacrifice to satisfy your own selfish desires?!"
Zhao Manxiang's legs went weak, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away. She slipped off the chair and fell to the ground.
She felt a helplessness and despair she had never felt before, as if even standing had become a luxury.
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