Apart from Yue Jiang, he did not actively bring anyone into his life to let them demonstrate their fighting skills, yet someone had already intentionally harmed Yue Jiang.
Jing Yan didn't want to be someone who looked down on others and enjoyed the fun; he only wanted Yue Jiang and the child to be safe and sound.
His hand landed on Yue Jiang's abdomen. She was still very young and her pregnancy wasn't showing yet. Through the brocade quilt, Jing Yan could only feel the flatness under his palm.
He weighed the pros and cons, regardless of whether Changshou Palace deliberately caused that incident because they already knew Yue Jiang was pregnant, or whether they had other motives.
Concealing the truth is no longer the safest approach; on the contrary, it may lead to some people taking advantage of the situation. The only option now is to release the information as soon as possible.
"Jiang'er, now that you are pregnant, I will find a day nearby to tell the Empress Dowager so that she can make the announcement. This will also help the whole palace to be more careful. Unless it is important, you should not go to the inner palace. It is not safe."
"Your Highness has made the decision," Yue Jiang said, having no longer considered hiding anything after this incident, and decided to openly admit it.
As for Jing Yan's advice to visit the inner palace less often, Yue Jiang only went there to pay her respects; otherwise, she rarely went.
She raised her hand and pressed it against the back of Jing Yan's hand that was stroking her abdomen, clasping his palm together and rubbing it.
"Alas, what am I going to do if I don't go to the harem? Your Highness was about to leave just now."
"When I'm more pregnant, I'll become ugly and lose my waist. I'm afraid Your Highness won't like me anymore, and I won't be able to see Your Highness again."
"In the future, I can't say how many good sisters I will have, but Your Highness will have the blessing of having multiple wives."
As Yue Jiang spoke, she circled back to Jing Yan, who sighed helplessly.
"Jiang'er, you have no conscience at all."
Yue Jiang was surprised and deliberately stared at Jing Yan with her bright, innocent eyes.
"Does Your Highness not desire the blessing of having multiple wives?"
Jing Yan chuckled and couldn't help but pinch Yue Jiang's snowy cheek. Sometimes he really wanted to teach her a lesson so she wouldn't dare to speak so recklessly.
Jing Yan nodded earnestly, agreeing with Yue Jiang's words: "The happiness of having multiple wives is something we naturally yearn for."
Yue Jiang grunted softly; she knew it!
"Your Highness is truly honest."
Yue Jiang was about to push Jing Yan's hand away and crawl out of his arms, but before she could get up, Jing Yan pressed her back tightly onto his lap.
Yue Jiang frowned slightly, about to lash out, when Jing Yan's voice suddenly rang out from above her.
"Unfortunately, I am unlucky. I married a sharp-tongued and eloquent Crown Princess. I can choke her to death at any time."
"But I can't hit or scold her. I have to save face. Considering that the Crown Princess can be dignified and generous in front of others and will give me face, and now that she is pregnant with my child, I will tolerate the Crown Princess's pampered behavior."
"Not only will the Crown Princess have exclusive control of the Eastern Palace, but she will also have exclusive control of me, so there's no need for other women to come in and be disciplined by the Crown Princess."
"Is what Your Highness said true?" Yue Jiang asked doubtfully.
Jing Yan raised an eyebrow, and instead of answering, asked, "Was Jiang'er really worried about being jealous just now, and guarding against me having ulterior motives?"
He actually hoped that Yue Jiang was genuinely jealous and worried, then he wouldn't need Yue Jiang to repeatedly confirm whether his words were true or not.
The fact that Jing Yan could speak to this extent was already a huge improvement from before, so Yue Jiang wouldn't pry into his questions based on just a few words.
He repeatedly emphasized that it would be better to be honest in the countless days to come.
Yue Jiang smiled and said, "I was just jealous and thought Your Highness would be happy. I didn't expect Your Highness to be so open and honest, and to indulge me so much. It makes me wonder if Your Highness..."
Yue Jiang stopped speaking, and Jing Yan, full of curiosity, pressed on, "What did you think?"
As Yue Jiang pondered, she took Jing Yan's hand and gently, slowly, and irregularly tapped his palm with her fingertips.
A tingling sensation swept through his limbs and bones. Perhaps it was the psychological effect of Jing Yan's guilty conscience, but he heard Yue Jiang's gentle voice containing a hint of teasing.
"It must be extremely difficult for Your Highness to take a concubine."
As soon as Yue Jiang finished speaking, Jing Yan's palm suddenly tightened, and he quickly grabbed Yue Jiang's fingers and pulled them into his palm.
Yue Jiang twitched her fingers, unable to suppress a laugh: "Your Highness, what are you so nervous about?"
Jing Yan snapped out of his daze, his clenched fists loosening as he tried to hide his unease.
"Jiang'er scratched too hard, and my hands are itching. It's not easy for us, who belong to different countries, to be destined to be husband and wife. Doesn't Jiang'er think it's not easy either?"
Yue Jiang: "I didn't say it wasn't easy, but my hands are sore from your grip."
Jing Yan couldn't resist being teased; he actually panicked like this right in front of him.
Compared to when he blatantly lied to me back then, he's nowhere near as good.
Yue Jiang clearly sensed that Jing Yan was truly afraid.
"I'm sorry, Jiang'er," Jing Yan apologized to Yue Jiang, and then gently rubbed her fingertips in his hand, which warmed up in no time.
After a long while, Yue Jiang did not react, and Jing Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had not felt guilty at the time, but now he was always afraid that Yue Jiang would bring up the little things that had happened between them.
"Your Highness, will you stay with me tonight?" Yue Jiang asked.
Just as Jing Yan was about to nod, a shrill voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Your Highness, the memorials from Xiande Hall have been compiled. Please take a look when you get back."
Jingyan's rule was that everything that needed to be done today should be done today. He would usually have the memorials sent to Xiande Hall sorted out first, and then he would remind those around him to finish all the things that hadn't been done yet.
There were too many things to do today, so I delayed sending out the memorials, which were supposed to be sent out tomorrow.
Jing Yan thought to himself that he probably couldn't stay.
"Jiang'er, I'm going back now. I'll come to see you tomorrow."
After such a big incident today, Jing Yan unusually kept saying sweet words to her. Yue Jiang originally thought she could get more out of him.
It seems we can't delay Jingyan from doing his business too much. Yuejiang got up from his embrace, tidied her messy hair, and waved her hand sensibly.
"Go back, go back. His Highness isn't here, but at least there's the child. Let the child keep him company."
Jing Yan: "..."
His gaze fell on Yue Jiang's abdomen, and he felt a strange sensation.
He suddenly remembered what the two men in the military camp had said.
"Jiang'er, I'm leaving."
Jing Yan got up and took a few steps, then pretended not to care and turned back.
Yue Jiang waved her hand, knowing that Jing Yan had important business to attend to, and had no intention of stopping him. She would bother him again next time.
"Your Highness, please drive carefully."
Jing Yan: He's leaving, and this time Yue Jiang's attitude is surprisingly good.
After Yue Jiang greeted him, she didn't hear Jing Yan make a move for a while. When she looked up, she found Jing Yan staring blankly.
Yue Jiang quickly lowered her head, secretly sensing something.
...
Jing Yan returned to Xiande Hall at 5 PM and didn't finish reviewing the accumulated memorials until 9 PM. He wasn't sleepy afterward and got up again after going to bed.
The autumn night was chilly. He had just stepped onto a flight of stairs when a wide shadow fell over him.
"Your Highness, are you having trouble sleeping again?"
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