Chapter 89: Morning sickness supporting role can not be managed with heart, work hard to get a...
It wasn't that Chu Yufu didn't trust Doctor Xu, but she felt uneasy until she confirmed it herself. She placed three fingers on her wrist, and beneath the thin skin, she quickly felt the pulsating, round, rolling pulses, faint but distinct, hitting her fingertips.
...I have a child? A child with Pei Yue? And now?
Thinking about it carefully, she realized her period was indeed seven or eight days late. She'd been so busy lately that she assumed the delay was due to fatigue and stress, and didn't think much of it.
Mrs. Shen saw that she was in a state of panic and held her hand with concern. "If it were usual, I would definitely take you to stay at my house for a while so that I could take care of you. But now the Empress and the Princess are staying at your place..."
We can't just leave the noble person behind, and the host will run away instead.
Chu Yufu came back to her senses, and suddenly clenched Madam Shen's hand. She shook her head vigorously, and her hair brushed against her pale cheek: "Madam, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
Thinking of the chilling dream she had just had, her voice choked with sobs. "It's just that my general, Madam, please take the trouble to help me find out more! If you have any news, please let me know!"
Mrs. Shen looked at her red eyes and agreed solemnly.
At the beginning of December, a veil of darkness enveloped the entire Pei Mansion. Although Chu Yufu had issued a clear order forbidding anyone in the mansion from discussing Pei Yue's affairs, the rumor that the general had lost contact had still crept into every corner.
The servants all lowered their brows and moved lightly, their gazes toward Chu Yufu tinged with worry. The general and his wife treated their servants with kindness, never punishing them without reason, and were extremely considerate of their food, clothing, and daily expenses. Who wouldn't sincerely wish well for such a master?
Therefore, the fact that two distinguished guests stayed at the Shuying Theater was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, without causing any discussion or splash.
Queen Wu also showed special care for Chu Yufu.
Publicly, Pei Yue was a capable official serving the country. Privately, he was his son's right-hand man. And Chu Yufu, not only had she cured her best friend and her son, but now also provided a home for her and her daughter. This young couple was clearly their own people, standing by their side, so naturally, she would take it to heart.
For several days, whenever Empress Wu had time, she would go to Anle Garden to talk to Chu Yufu and offer her some gentle words of comfort.
Apart from the day of chaos caused by the news, Chu Yufu quickly calmed down - at least on the surface.
The account books from a dozen or so shops outside were brought in piles upon piles, filling up her desk. She worked from dawn till midnight, washing and retiring promptly. After lunch, she wrapped herself up tightly and walked slowly around the courtyard for a few laps for some exercise.
When I have free time, I will either go and talk to the Queen and the Princess, or go to the Duke of Xin's Mansion to diagnose and give acupuncture to Young Master Yan, and take a look at Madam Shen's fetus.
It seemed that her life was more frugal and regular than before. However, anyone who served closely at Anle Garden could tell that something was wrong with the lady.
She was withering silently like a flower without water.
The smile on the lady's lips was still gentle, but her dark, bright eyes were empty, like two beautiful, lifeless glass beads. The lady was no longer talkative. For every ten words spoken by the people below, she would only reply with a faint reply. Her whole body was like a cattail in the wind, swaying precariously.
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On the fifth day after being diagnosed with pregnancy, Chu Yufu began experiencing morning sickness. She couldn't stand the smell of anything fishy or fishy, and vomited almost everything she ate, leaving only acid in her stomach and a burning sensation in her throat.
After she vomited up her dinner once more, the maids helped her back to bed to rest. Lan Zhu dismissed the others, brought her a bowl of warm sour plum soup, sat on the footstool, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.
"Sour plum soup, it tastes better when it's iced."
Chu Yufu leaned softly on the pillow, her face as white as the new snow under the window eaves. She wrinkled her nose and smiled weakly, "It's warm and smells like medicine."
Seeing her trying so hard, Lan Zhu felt a lump in her throat and tears began to fall, splashing into the bowl and creating ripples. She put the bowl on the small table beside her, tugged at her pajamas, lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, crying out: "Wu, girl, wuwu——"
Why is the girl's life so miserable? I've only had a few days of peace and quiet when something bad happened to the general. Now this child is causing such trouble, what should I do?
If anything were to happen to me, I could rely on her, but now that she was in trouble, I had to bear it all by myself. After all, she wasn't even twenty! Does calling her "Madam" really mean she's omnipotent and indestructible?
Chu Yufu curled her eyes, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and said in a voice so soft as a sigh: "Why are you crying? We all need to be strong. You are now my maid in charge. If we don't behave properly, what will the people below and outside think? Will the sky really fall?"
"It's just morning sickness, a very common thing. Nine out of ten people vomit. It will be fine after ten days or half a month. Don't be afraid, it's okay. Pei Yue may not be in trouble either. Didn't the Queen say it? It's probably just the heavy snow that blocked the roads and prevented us from delivering any news."
She paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Besides, even if something happens to him, we still have to live our lives. I, your girl, haven't been busy for the past six months in vain. I've gained some goodwill with those ladies, and no one dares to make things difficult for them. Plus, with this little one in my belly, we can still live a good life..."
Chu Yufu kept on chattering, as if she was comforting Lan Zhu, or more like she was talking to herself. However, her voice became lower and lower as she spoke, her eyes welled up with soreness, and her slender white fingers trembled uncontrollably, and she clenched them into fists and put them back under the quilt.
She took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the sobs in her throat. She lowered her eyes and pulled the quilt up to cover half of her face. "Okay, I'm tired and need to sleep for a while. You should get some rest too."
Lan Zhu wiped her face with her sleeve, then stood up and fanned the charcoal brazier on the corner of the bed, sparks crackling softly. She picked up the bowl, lifted the white stone curtain, and walked out, saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm not sleepy. I'll be watching in the porch. If you're hungry or uncomfortable, call me. Don't bear it."
Chu Yufu buried herself in the quilt and hummed softly.
Outside, the north wind howled, rustling across the eaves. Inside, the flickering candlelight fell on a thin-necked, white porcelain vase in the corner, casting a long, swaying shadow.
Chuyi climbed up from the cushion beside the charcoal basin, shook his fur, walked to the bed, raised his head and jumped lightly, landing next to the soft pillow. He whimpered softly twice, put his furry head close, pressed it against his owner's cold cheek, and rubbed it gently.
Chu Yufu reached out and rubbed the puppy's furry head. Feeling the puppy's warm body temperature, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer and whimpered.
Tears flowed down like broken strings, wetting my temples and pillow.
These days, she has been trying hard to convince herself, telling herself that she has tried her best, that fate is inevitable, that some things cannot be changed, and that as long as she has tried her best, she will have no regrets.
She told herself that what happened today should have been expected. Becoming a widow with a large fortune was a good outcome, nothing to be sad about. She told herself that Pei Yue was just a passing visitor in her long life...
During the day, these words seemed to work. But late at night, lying alone on this cold bed, looking at the empty house, my heart felt like a deep hole had collapsed, and the cold wind was rushing in, and no matter what I did, it could not be filled.
The man who would hold her hand, protect her in the crowded night market, and hold her tightly in his arms to coax her, will never come back and will never be seen again!
What a liar! His promise was completely false! What happened to the promise to win and return it? He just left her like that... and the child.
The tears flowed more and more violently, and the emotions that had been accumulated for many days reached a peak and could no longer be suppressed. It was like a flood that broke through the dam, destroying my rationality.
She raised her arms and hugged Chuyi, buried her face in its soft fur and cried loudly.
What had she done wrong? Why did God treat her like this? Wasn't she already trying so hard and living her life seriously? Why did every time a glimmer of hope appeared, it had to deal her a heavy blow?
No matter in which life, she is not the protagonist who is born with a halo, but can't the supporting role manage her life with care and strive for a perfect ending?
She is very rational, but rationality cannot always prevail. She is very strong, but being strong does not mean being made of stone. She also has feelings, and she feels pain, fatigue, and the inability to hold on.
The crying sound mixed with the howling north wind came out from the half-open window.
In the corridor, Lan Zhu put down the embroidery frame in her hand that was almost wet with tears, bit her fingers hard, and tears flowed silently all over her face.
She didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the girl would hear her and make her even more upset.
The master and servant, one collapsed in the house, while the other shed tears silently in the corridor.
Dawei watched for a long moment, then fished out a cotton handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over. He hesitated and said, "...The general is a master at commanding troops, and he's always cautious and prudent in his actions. Perhaps he was really tripped up by the heavy snow, and couldn't deliver any news for a while. My wife's pregnancy is still young, and it's not good for her to be so worried. Would you like to go in and try to persuade her?"
Lan Zhu took the handkerchief and wiped her face roughly. She glared at him and said with a thick nasal voice: "Persuade? Will my persuasion be of any use? Can the pain in my heart be persuaded away? Do you need to tell me that sadness is bad for your health? Doesn't the madam know? I think it's better to cry it out! It's better than holding it in and getting hurt!"
After saying that, she ignored him, hugged her knees and continued to shed tears.
Dawei opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He just folded his arms and stood silently in the corridor.
Later that night, the shift changer arrived. Dawei returned to his room, spread out a piece of paper and pen, and hurriedly wrote a few lines of small words. He rolled it into a thin strip, carefully caught the carrier pigeon in the cage, and tied it to its leg.
He pushed open the window and raised his hand, and the gray-white dove flew up into the sky like an arrow.
The carrier pigeon circled twice under the deep blue night sky, and then flew towards the outskirts of Beijing against the biting north wind.
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