Chapter 16 Holding a Grandson
"You said it worked? Did you hear me wrong? Mo'er didn't cry or make a fuss?"
Princess Anshun asked three questions in a row, clearly indicating her disbelief.
Wen Zhiming turned eighteen at the beginning of the year. Most young men his age would have two or three children. Although Mo'er was mentally challenged, he was still a normal man in that aspect.
As her mother, she naturally considered this issue as well.
The two concubines assigned to him could never get close to Mo'er. As soon as the girl took off her clothes, he would angrily kick her out.
Not only these two concubines, but several maids who have served her in recent years have also had designs on Mo'er. Princess Anshun did not restrain them much. The imperial physician said that Mo'er's life might be like this, and she hoped that Mo'er could have an heir so that when she and the prince grew old, Mo'er would have someone to rely on.
But none of these girls were successful. Later, Mo'er even developed a stress reaction. She would cry and make a fuss whenever she saw a girl taking off her clothes. She would throw the girl out naked without caring that she was completely naked.
Although she noticed that Mo'er's attitude towards Meng Lingge was different from that of the other women yesterday, she was still worried that such a thing would happen again. First, she deliberately let the servants let slip the information about Mo'er to Meng Lingge's maid. Then, she specially asked Granny Chu to explain when she laid out the white brocade.
After doing all this, she was still worried, so she instructed Granny Chu to eavesdrop under the window so that if Mo'er had a seizure, she could deal with it in time and not frighten Meng Lingge.
She had considered many bad consequences, but she never expected to receive such good news.
The eldest daughter of the Meng family is truly a perfect match for Mo'er, and a savior for the Prince of Anshun's family.
Granny Chu lowered her voice, but couldn't suppress the excited smile that appeared on her face.
"Your Highness, I am an old servant of this household. How could I make a mistake? Absolutely not. I heard it clearly. The young master has truly grown up. Your Highness, you can expect to hold your grandson soon."
Holding a grandson.
These words made Princess Anshun's hands tremble.
She injured her body when she gave birth to Mo'er and could no longer have children. For the sake of the royal family's heir, she had to pretend to be magnanimous and allow the prince to take in two more concubines.
The prince was away fighting battles for many years, and his two concubines each gave birth to only one child. Concubine Chen had a son named Wen Kehao, and Concubine Jiang had a daughter named Wen Weizhu.
In recent years, Mo'er's illness has become incurable. The prince has mentioned to her several times that he would transfer the position of heir to Wen Kehao. After all, the huge royal mansion cannot be handed over to a mentally challenged person. She has repeatedly tried to stop him because of her feelings for the prince, but she knows very well in her heart that she cannot stop him for long.
Wen Kehao is now fourteen years old. If Mo'er doesn't recover in two more years, he will definitely lose his position as heir.
But now the situation is different. As long as Meng Lingge can give birth to Mo'er's child, while she is still young, she can raise the child well and then pass the title directly to her grandson.
Princess Anshun excitedly drank the strong tea on the table in one gulp. Remembering that there were still two concubines left in the mansion for Mo'er, she quickly gave instructions.
"Quickly, send away Mo'er's two concubines. Give them more money and let them leave the manor to make a living on their own. Also, send all the maids in Mo'er's room elsewhere. Apart from the Crown Princess and her maids, Mo'er's courtyard no longer needs any young women."
She had no choice before, so she disregarded the rules. But now that Mo'er is married and has consummated her marriage with the Crown Prince's wife, she can no longer allow these concubines and maids to sow discord and ruin the children's relationship.
On their wedding night, she had already made other arrangements for Mo'er, which would have made it easy for Meng Lingge to fulfill her promise. However, this girl was loyal and devoted, and she still consummated her marriage with Mo'er, which was enough to prove that she wanted to live a good life with Mo'er.
With such a perceptive daughter-in-law, the mother-in-law naturally couldn't let her down.
As Granny Chu left to carry out her orders, Princess Anshun added, "From now on, the Crown Prince's residence will be managed by the Crown Princess. When she is with the Crown Prince, you should not linger around him or eavesdrop."
If Meng Lingge felt like she was being spied on or monitored, she would definitely feel uncomfortable.
Upon receiving such wonderful news, Princess Anshun felt completely refreshed and did not go to sleep until midnight.
...
Just after dawn, Xia Zi knocked on the door.
"Your Highness, Your Highness's Wife, it's time to pay your respects to the Princess."
Meng Lingge slowly awoke, and what came into view was a handsome face with distinct features. The sleeping Wen Zhiming was exceptionally quiet and well-behaved. His eyebrows were like ink feathers, his nose was high and straight, and his eyes were deep-set. He was a beautiful man who looked like he had been drawn from a painting.
Wen Zhiming still held her close. She struggled slightly, but Wen Zhiming didn't wake up. Instead, he held her even tighter.
He must have been exhausted last night.
Last night, she had Xia Zi bring her water three times, which was indeed a bit much for a couple who were new to intimacy. However, Wen Zhiming had been obedient to her during the day, but after experiencing intimacy for the first time at night, he couldn't control himself and held her, calling her name again and again with a wronged expression. She softened and gave in.
If she hadn't pretended to cry and act weak, this man wouldn't have let her go.
Now her arms and legs were aching terribly, and Meng Lingge thought to herself that she couldn't let him act so recklessly next time.
She wanted to let Wen Zhiming rest a little longer, but today was her first time paying respects to the princess, and it was really inappropriate to be late, so she had no choice but to whisper in Wen Zhiming's ear and call to him.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
The other party did not budge.
"My husband, my husband..."
Wen Zhiming hummed twice.
"Brother Zhimo..."
"Little Ling'er, I'm here..." Wen Zhiming opened his eyes instantly, looking at Meng Lingge with doting eyes, and said in a daze, "The wedding night is so much fun, I want to have another wedding night with Little Ling'er."
He suddenly reached under the brocade quilt again, splashing his hands everywhere.
"Stop, stop, if you don't stop I'll get angry, and if I get angry I'll never talk to Brother Zhimo again."
Meng Lingge felt a headache coming on. If Wen Zhiming's eyes weren't so innocent and naive, she would have really suspected that this man was pretending to be stupid. He only woke up when she called him by his favorite name, and his curiosity about that aspect of life was just too strong.
"Little Ling'er, don't be angry, I won't consummate the marriage." Wen Zhiming peeked out from under the brocade quilt, looking as aggrieved as could be.
Meng Lingge hid under the quilt and put on her undergarments. "Then let me ask you, what did I say to you during our wedding night yesterday?"
Wen Zhiming tilted his head and recalled, "The wedding night is a secret between Xiaoling and me. We are not allowed to tell anyone. Nor can we have a wedding night with anyone else."
"Yes, you got it right. If you can do it, I'll still consummate our marriage, but only if I'm willing. If you can't, I'll never speak to you again."
Wen Zhiming is of noble status, so his servants certainly wouldn't dare to speak carelessly in front of him.
However, Wen Zhiming often plays around with some noble young men, and it's hard to guarantee that they won't take advantage of Wen Zhiming's illness to find out about his private life and use it to make fun of him.
Now that she's here, she can no longer let others laugh at Wen Zhiming.
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