Prince Zhi never expected that Yinreng would benefit from Consort Min's death.
He muttered sourly to himself: "The Crown Prince is so good at playing the game. Having the Fourth Prince so devoted to him wasn't enough; now he has the Thirteenth Prince following him wholeheartedly. It's all because I'm too straightforward and don't know how to be gentle."
The First Lady was in the same room with him, listening to his endless complaints and grumbling. She couldn't hold back her temper and slapped him on the back.
Prince Zhi, dressed only in a single layer of clothing, was suddenly slapped by his primary wife, nearly jumping out of bed.
“My lady, since the prince returned to the capital, you have become stronger every day. You weren’t like this before. You would get weak and listless after just a few words, and you always listened to the prince. My lady, you have changed,” Prince Zhi said aggrievedly.
The First Princess Consort sneered, "Does Your Highness find me unworthy? Your other princesses are all so delicate and frail, why don't you go find them?"
"I'm talking to you about the Crown Prince, why are you talking about those lowly princesses? I only want to have a son with you!" Prince Zhi's survival instincts kicked in.
Having spent so many years together as a young couple, how could the First Princess Consort not know the heart of Prince Zhi?
She simply disliked the Prince Zhi's hurtful words and his praise of his woman's robust health; it seemed he had forgotten everything he had learned in the Imperial Study.
"The prescription I'm using to recuperate was given to me by the Duchess of Tong. I heard the Master scolding someone else's son-in-law in front of me, but I was too embarrassed to join in," the First Princess said irritably.
Prince Zhi was not stupid; he could see that the First Princess's health was improving day by day.
The Tong family was willing to provide a good prescription, which saved his wife's life, precisely so that he would step down and not compete with the Crown Prince.
This is the Tong family's way of repaying him; he remembers it and will return the favor in kind.
“If we shut ourselves in and curse a few words, who will hear us? It’s better than when I used to argue with the Crown Prince to his face,” said Prince Zhi.
The First Princess Consort made Prince Zhi turn around and look at her: "I may be pregnant."
"Really?!" Prince Zhi's voice trembled with joy.
He wanted to touch the First Princess's belly, but he was afraid that his movements would be too rough and hurt the hard-won child.
The First Princess nodded gently, her eyes full of loving kindness.
She has a stable pregnancy this time; the mother's health is extremely important for the fetus.
Prince Zhi was overjoyed, like a fool: "I'll tell Mother when your pregnancy is stable. Tell those women in the back courtyard to stay away from you and not get in your way. I promise I'll treat the Crown Prince well from now on and never argue with him again."
"It's alright for you brothers to have a little argument. I heard from Mother that Father Emperor likes it when you brothers are lively and chatty," the First Princess Consort relayed.
Prince Zhi grinned foolishly: "Then I'll argue with him occasionally. Besides, I've never been able to win against him before; I'm always the one who ends up getting the short end of the stick."
The next day, before going to court, Yinreng encountered Yinti, who was all smiles at him, and immediately felt a chill.
"Don't smile at me, it hurts my eyes." When Yinreng met the Prince Zhi's bright smile, he took three steps back defensively.
Prince Zhi immediately stopped smiling: "I'm happy, what's wrong with smiling a little?"
"Oh? Congratulations." Yinreng replied perfunctorily.
Prince Zhi couldn't help but grin foolishly again: "You found out too? Who told you?"
Yinreng looked bewildered by his question: "I was just being polite."
Prince Zhi curled his lip, showing little interest: "I thought you knew."
“My wife is pregnant.” Prince Zhi said softly, “I thank you, Consort, for this.”
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