Chapter 105 She's really pregnant.
Having become the "Protector of the Nation" and holding the "immunity from death" token, Jiang Mianmian could practically do whatever she wanted in the capital.
However, just as she was preparing to expand her business and open hot pot restaurants in every corner of the country, an unexpected obstacle appeared.
This morning, at breakfast time.
On the table were Jiang Mianmian's favorite crystal pork knuckle, crab roe buns, and a large bowl of spicy beef noodles with red oil floating on top.
Normally, by this time, Jiang Mianmian would have pounced on the dish like a hungry tiger. But today, she sat at the table, chopsticks in hand, staring at the greasy pork knuckle, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
【strangeness……】
This pork knuckle usually smells delicious, but why is it so greasy today?
[This smell... makes me feel a little nauseous?]
She tentatively picked up a piece of meat and brought it to her mouth.
"vomit--"
A strong feeling of nausea instantly surged up from the bottom of my stomach.
Jiang Mianmian's face turned pale, she covered her mouth and threw down her chopsticks, then leaned over the table and began to dry heave.
"princess!"
Chen Jin, who was peeling shrimp for her, was startled and dropped the shrimp. He quickly helped her up, patting her back to help her catch her breath while anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"
Jiang Mianmian vomited for a long time but couldn't vomit anything. She just felt nauseous and her stomach was churning.
She weakly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears:
[It's over... Is this karma?]
[I pretended to have morning sickness at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, and now I'm really getting my comeuppance? Am I having indigestion again? But I haven't eaten yet!]
Have I been eating too well lately? Am I experiencing gastrointestinal problems? Or do I have some terminal illness?
"Summon the imperial physician!"
Shen Jin looked at her pale face, his expression even worse than hers. "Summon the head physician to me! Immediately!"
...
Fifteen minutes later.
The head of the Imperial Medical Academy, carrying a medicine chest, ran breathlessly into the Regent's Palace.
Upon entering, seeing this familiar scene—the princess clutching her chest and gagging, the prince sitting to the side with a murderous look—the judge's legs began to cramp.
Oh my goodness!
[The "fake pregnancy" incident at the last birthday banquet hasn't been long, what's going on now?]
Is the prince planning to mess with someone again? Does he want me to play along again?
The judge wiped away his cold sweat, knelt tremblingly by the bed, and took out a silk handkerchief to drape over Jiang Mianmian's wrist.
"Your Highness...please switch hands."
While taking the pulse, he secretly observed Shen Jin's expression, trying to decipher from the Regent's micro-expressions whether it was a "slippery pulse," a "pregnant pulse," or a "terminal illness."
However, Shen Jin just stared at him intently, his eyes saying, "If you can't be cured, I'll chop you up."
The judge swallowed hard and calmed down to carefully take the pulse.
All of this made his eyebrows twitch suddenly.
Cut it again.
His eyebrows twitched twice.
He switched hands and even leaned closer to check Jiang Mianmian's complexion.
【This...this isn't right!】
[The flow is smooth and fluid, like pearls rolling on a plate...smooth and powerful...]
[This is... a real slippery pulse!]
The judge was shocked. He checked three more times in disbelief, and finally had to accept the fact: last time it was an act, but this time... he really won!
"How about it?"
Seeing the unpredictable changes in his expression, Shen Jin's heart leaped into his throat. "What illness does the Princess Consort have? Did she eat something bad?"
Jiang Mianmian looked at him nervously: "Doctor, please say something! Do I have late-stage stomach cancer? Or is it bulimia nervosa?"
The judge took a deep breath, suddenly collapsed to the ground, his forehead slamming against the ground with a loud thud, the sound as high-pitched as if he were about to sing an opera:
"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!"
"Great news! The Princess Consort is... really pregnant!"
The entire room fell silent.
Jiang Mianmian: ? ? ?
Calm and cautious: !!!
"What...did you say?" Chen Jin's voice was somewhat ethereal, as if it were floating in the clouds. "Say it again."
"Reporting to Your Highness!"
The court judge was so excited that his beard trembled. "The princess is indeed pregnant! Almost two months along! Her pulse is steady, it's absolutely true! It's not indigestion! It's not a stomach ailment! It's the young prince!"
Jiang Mianmian was completely stunned.
She subconsciously touched her stomach.
[Are you...pregnant?]
[Really? Am I pregnant?]
[Almost two months...wait, let's do the math...]
Her mind flashed back to that time she returned from Jiangnan, the grand carriage procession to "cover up the lie," and the shameless days that followed...
Holy crap! One shot, one kill?!
【Chen Jin, you... sharpshooter?!】
Shen Jin sat on the edge of the bed, his whole body stiff as if he had been acupunctured, remaining frozen for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.
He looked at Jiang Mianmian's belly, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, then to ecstasy, and finally... to a near-neurotic tension.
"You...you're pregnant?"
He reached out to touch her belly, but stopped mid-air, his hand trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.
"Could it be... damaged?"
Jiang Mianmian: […Big brother, it's only been two months, it's just a fertilized egg, what could you possibly damage?]
"Your Highness, please rest assured!" the physician quickly replied. "Although the pregnancy is stable now, you still need to be careful. The first three months are the most crucial. Avoid overexertion, avoid getting angry, and avoid..."
"Did you hear that?!"
Shen Jin suddenly turned his head and roared at all the servants in the room, which frightened them all into kneeling down.
"From this day forward! No sharp objects are permitted within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the Princess!"
"Wrap all the table corners, chair corners, and wall corners with cotton! The softest silkworm cotton!"
"No noise while walking! No loud talking! Anyone who frightens the Princess and the Crown Prince, I will skin them alive!"
"besides!"
Shen Jin pointed to the cup of tea beside Jiang Mianmian, "This tea is too hot! Change it to warm water! No, change it to bird's nest! No, imperial physician, what can she eat now? Make a list! A hundred-page list!"
Jiang Mianmian stared in disbelief at the man who had suddenly gone into "berserk mode".
[He's gone mad...this person has gone mad.]
[It's just pregnancy, why are you so nervous?]
[Wrap up the table corners? Why don't you wrap me up too?]
"Your Highness..." Jiang Mianmian weakly raised her hand, "I want to eat that spicy beef noodle soup..."
"no!"
Shen Jin and the judge spoke in unison.
"Too spicy! It'll upset your stomach! It's bad for the baby!" Shen Jin firmly refused. "Take it away! Change it... change it to a light chicken noodle soup!"
"Ah?!" Jiang Mianmian wailed, "It tastes like nothing! I'm going to throw up!"
"Even vomiting is not allowed!"
Shen Jin had completely entered the anxious state of an "expectant father." He even took off his shoes and got into bed, holding Jiang Mianmian and the blanket in his arms, looking around warily, as if there were assassins in the air who wanted to harm her.
"From today onwards, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
"No need for a housekeeper, no need to go to the palace, no need to go to a hot pot restaurant."
"You just lie down and take good care of yourself during pregnancy."
Jiang Mianmian: [...]
Is this the legendary... mother gaining status through her son?
My freedom! My hotpot! My happy life!
【Shen Jin, I hate you! You're violating human rights!】
Although she was cursing in her heart, she could feel Shen Jin's embrace, which was a little stiff from nervousness, and his hand that was carefully protecting her lower abdomen.
Jiang Mianmian's heart softened for a moment, just like before.
【never mind. 】
[Seeing how concerned you are about our "baby"... I'll just have to bear with it.]
【but……】
She touched her belly and said in her heart to the little one that hadn't yet formed:
[Baby, you'd better be strong. Your dad's gone crazy now. If you dare mess with me, when you're born, I'll have your dad spank you!]
The Regent's Palace was thrown into complete chaos by this unexpected piece of good news.
And the regent, who had once been decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, now had a new identity—
Beijing's number one "anxious dad".
As for Jiang Mianmian...
Although her dream of being a "couch potato" came true, the price was that she was treated like a fragile porcelain doll, and even turning over was watched closely by Shen Jin.
This is probably... a sweet burden?
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