Chapter 98 The Princess of the Fallen Nation Bai Yueguang 29 Contraceptive Soup?
The sound of birds singing outside the palace indicated that most of the new day had passed, but the girl on the couch was still curled up in the quilt and refused to get up.
"Your Highness, it's time to get up..." Wen Qianning had never gotten up so late. Zhuiyun thought about it again and again, but still hesitated to go and wake her up.
After preparing the toiletries, Zhuyue waited by the side, her face slightly flushed.
Last night, the palace was filled with lingering noises. She and Zhuiyun, serving outside, naturally heard it all clearly. At that moment, they watched Wen Qianning slowly sit up, her thin shirt half-slipped, revealing the marks on her snow-white skin, all of which were the marks left by the emperor. Their faces changed, and they quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.
Noticing Zhuiyun and Zhuyue's evasive gazes, Wen Qianning felt both ashamed and annoyed, wishing she could pinch a certain man.
She was tossed and turned badly last night, her whole body was sore, so she slept until noon.
"Your Highness, His Majesty went to the imperial study earlier to handle government affairs, and he specifically instructed the servants to take good care of you." Zhuyue hurried forward to serve, and spoke carefully while helping Wen Qianning change clothes and comb her hair.
Wen Qianning snorted softly, remaining noncommittal. She actually hoped that the man would be so busy that he wouldn't have time to bother her anymore.
Just as she changed her clothes and sat down, a young palace maid came in with a tray and respectfully presented her with a bowl of shiny black medicine soup with both hands.
The soup is thick and steaming, with a bitter smell coming to your face.
Smelling this smell, Wen Qianning frowned and seemed to understand something in his heart.
This is contraceptive soup.
According to the rules that the system had explained to her before, the original novel did not have a plot where Bai Yueguang was pregnant, so she would not be pregnant at all.
So in fact, there was no need for her to suffer and drink this bitter pill that was hard to swallow.
"Take it away, I don't want to drink it." She pinched her nose and waved her hand, unwilling to drink the bowl of medicine.
After being rejected by Wen Qianning, the little palace maid was stunned, her eyes full of embarrassment. She knelt down timidly, "Your Highness, please forgive me... This medicine was personally ordered by His Majesty. I must watch you drink it, otherwise I am afraid I will not be able to report to you..."
Wen Qianning was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth in anger, feeling aggrieved.
He was the one who enjoyed himself last night, but now he wants her to bear the pain of taking medicine. Isn't Ji Hanlin too much?
But after all, the palace maid was just following orders. Wen Qianning didn't want to argue with the palace maid for the moment. After a moment of silence, she finally snorted coldly, reached out to take the medicine bowl, and as if in a fit of anger, she raised her head and drank the bowl of dark medicine in one gulp.
The bitter taste instantly spread across her mouth and flowed down her throat. Wen Qianning frowned, the strong bitter taste causing tears to well up in the corners of her eyes.
"Is this okay?" She placed the medicine bowl on the tray, her hands still trembling slightly, her eyes stubborn, and her voice cold, "Go back and tell your Majesty that I drank it all."
The little palace maid bent down tremblingly, nodded, and quickly retreated.
The hall fell silent again, and Wen Qianning felt a tightness in her stomach. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the bitterness in her eyes.
The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I feel.
Ji Hanlin was very busy, from morning court to midnight, reviewing memorials and meeting with ministers. It was not until night that he hurried back to the bedroom where Wen Qianning was.
Wen Qianning lay quietly on the bed, not even bothering to lift her eyelids when she heard footsteps. She hadn't seen that person all day, and she was still feeling a pang of frustration.
"Ningning, I'm back."
Seeing the girl turn away indifferently, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him, Ji Hanlin's heart sank slightly. So, he pretended to be pitiful, walked slowly to the bed, sighed, and said, "I'm so tired."
There was a hint of helplessness in the sigh. The man was waiting for her to soften her heart in this way.
But the girl's attitude did not soften, instead she curled her lips and said coldly:
"If you're tired, just go to sleep by yourself. Don't hold me. Otherwise, there will be another accidental discharge."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere immediately became a little awkward. However, the man smiled, with a doting look in his eyes. He leaned over and reached out, gently turning her face, lowering his head and placing a kiss on her lips.
She was frozen by the sudden kiss. Before Wen Qianning could push it away, he leaned over and buried his head in her neck, taking a deep sniff.
"It smells so good." Ji Hanlin asked with a smile, "What kind of incense did Your Highness use?"
Wen Qianning felt a pang of pain in her heart, and a puzzled look crossed her eyes. She was clearly no longer the high and mighty Princess Zhaohua, so why did Ji Hanlin still like to address her like that?
The man kept rubbing her neck, which was so itchy. She quickly reached out and pushed him away, saying angrily, "Oh, you're so annoying! I didn't even use perfume."
Ji Hanlin didn't believe it, but laughed softly, continuing to sniff her hair and ears carefully, as if he wanted to carve her entire body into his familiar breath.
The girl was both embarrassed and annoyed by him, and the playful fight had become increasingly out of control. When she pushed him, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed her slender waist. With a gentle flip, she was pressed onto the brocade quilt in a moment. The candlelight flickered, and their shadows overlapped in the bed curtains, the cramped distance creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
When their eyes met, Wen Qianning's heart tightened. The thought of drinking that extremely bitter medicine again made her feel sick.
So, she wrinkled her face, pursed her lips, shook her head gently, and begged the man in front of her in a low voice: "I don't want to do it..."
The pitiful and humble words made Ji Hanlin pause, and the hand that was originally on her waist gradually loosened.
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her evasive expression, feeling a little annoyed.
"Do you hate me so much?" The man's face was expressionless, but his voice was filled with bitterness that was hard to conceal. "I still don't know what I did wrong back then to make you suddenly hate me like this."
Wen Qianning was a little surprised when he heard this. He opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know how to refute for a moment.
Ji Hanlin was silent for a moment, then slowly let her go and sat aside. In the dim light, his eyebrows and eyes had a lonely and cold look.
"Is it just because I'm the prince of Dayan? But now, there's no barrier between us."
"Ningning, I will remove all obstacles and let us be together openly."
The bedroom was silent for a moment, and the candlelight reflected on Wen Qianning's eyelashes, trembling slightly.
She felt very guilty. After all... she knew that Ji Hanlin had done nothing wrong, but her mission required her to cheat on him.
But she couldn't say these words to Ji Hanlin.
After a long silence, Wen Qianning bit her lip lightly, tugging at his sleeve and whispering, "I...I don't want to drink that contraceptive soup. It's so bitter. You know I can't drink bitter soups."
Ji Hanlin was stunned.
What is contraceptive soup?
For a moment, his thoughts raced through his mind until he suddenly remembered that he had indeed ordered someone to send a bowl of medicine over in the morning.
But that was a prescription prescribed by the imperial physician for nourishing the body and replenishing qi and blood, and it had no other meaning.
She actually thought it was contraceptive soup?
A hint of surprise flashed across the man's brows, but then he caught a bit of other information.
Ningning said she didn’t want to drink the contraceptive soup, so does that mean... she is willing to have her own child?
His heart skipped a beat. He leaned over, a little incredulous, his tone full of anticipation: "Ningning, you don't want to drink the contraceptive soup, are you willing to... have my child?"
Wen Qianning:?
She looked up at him with a strange expression, and after a long while she uttered softly, "No."
"Because my body...can't get pregnant. It's natural. The imperial physician checked it before, and it's useless. Drinking it would be useless, so there's no need to suffer this."
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This answer left Ji Hanlin speechless. His eyes changed slightly, and he suppressed all his emotions in an instant. After a moment, he uttered a single word calmly: "Oh."
An indescribable feeling of annoyance rose in his heart... He was overthinking it.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." The man's voice was a little cold, his face expressionless, showing only the usual composure of an emperor. "That's not contraceptive soup. It's just a prescription prescribed by the imperial physician to nourish your body."
How could I bear to let you drink something as harmful as contraceptive soup? He added silently in his heart.
The light reflected on his angular face, his expression was stern, and Wen Qianning couldn't figure out his mood at the moment. She just pursed her lips and said nothing.
"So..." She bit her lip, considered her tone, and finally spoke, "You should find another woman. I can't have children, so there's no point in keeping me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's face darkened instantly.
Having his reverse scale harshly touched, his dark eyes became as dark as if ink had been poured into them. He stared at her with a frighteningly ugly expression.
The next moment, without giving the girl a chance to continue speaking, he suddenly leaned over and blocked her lips.
"Hmm..." Wen Qianning opened her beautiful eyes wide, her breath was taken away, and her heart was pounding.
Before she could resist, the clothes on her shoulders were roughly torn off, and cold air poured in, accompanied by the man's hot breath.
"I've already told you." Ji Hanlin said coldly and ruthlessly in a low, hoarse voice beside her ears, "If you dare to say something like that again, I'll make sure you never say it again."
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Another ridiculous night, and the next morning, Wen Qianning was unable to get out of bed as expected.
Enduring the pain in her waist, the poor girl gathered herself in a thin blanket, her eyes full of grievance.
With her small body, how could she withstand such punishment from Ji Hanlin...
A month passed in a flash like this.
Ever since the Great Yan army conquered Xuanping and completely completed the unification, the court had been overwhelmed with affairs. When Ji Hanlin ascended the throne as emperor, his first priority was to pacify the newly annexed territories, reorganize the civil service, straighten out the military and political affairs, and determine taxes.
After the urgent administrative issues that needed to be resolved in the early days of unification came to an end, new problems arose.
Over a month had passed since his ascension, and the position of Emperor and Empress remained vacant. According to etiquette, the first priority for a new emperor was to appoint an empress. Furthermore, Ji Hanlin was already nineteen years old, so he should appoint a empress as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the country. Ministers at court offered their advice one after another, submitting memorials urging the matter to proceed.
The draft and the selection have become topics that cannot be avoided.
Wen Qianning was unaware of this. She lived a quiet life. Ji Hanlin really cared about her so much that she felt that her current life was not much different from when she was Princess Xuanping Zhaohua.
That day, Zhuiyun accompanied her in a side hall, painting and practicing calligraphy. Somehow, distracted, he let slip, "I heard... lately, many ministers in the court have been urging the emperor to appoint a queen as soon as possible, and some have even suggested holding a beauty pageant."
As soon as she said this, Zhuiyun froze. She suddenly reacted and her face turned pale.
The Emperor had clearly instructed long ago that these matters should not be mentioned in front of Your Highness, so as to avoid Your Highness from thinking too much.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Wen Qianning paused slightly with the pen in his hand, his eyes flickered, his expression showing no emotion, and he raised his eyes calmly: "...A talent show?"
Zhuiyun panicked and immediately waved her hands, hastily explaining to her, "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand me! I was just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart! The Emperor has never promised anything, nor has he ever had any thoughts about it. He still only likes you!"
Her tone was flustered, fearing that Wen Qianning would misunderstand.
Wen Qianning stared at the ink on the page. She didn't ask any further questions, but simply put down the completed stroke and said calmly, "I understand."
What does His Highness mean by this…? Zhuiyun's heart was pounding, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't tell whether His Highness' words were a sign of genuine relief or had a deeper meaning.
At this moment, someone came to tell him that Eunuch Su wanted to see him.
Eunuch Su was the eunuch who had always followed Ji Hanlin, but Wen Qianning rarely dealt with him, so he didn't know what Eunuch Su came for.
So she put down her pen and asked someone to come in.
Eunuch Su bowed, his eyes fixed on the emperor's only woman. He paused, then smiled and said, "Miss Wen, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I have something to say to you in private."
Wen Qianning's heart moved, and he nodded, asking everyone else to leave.
Seeing that they were the only two people left in the room, Eunuch Su hesitated for a moment before saying earnestly, "Miss Wen... this is presumptuous of you to say. The Emperor has been on the throne for a long time, and the harem is empty. The ministers make suggestions every day. I see this and feel troubled for the Emperor."
"If you could persuade the Emperor to expand the harem and establish a new Empress soon, perhaps this would help alleviate the current crisis."
Wen Qianning was stunned: "But he won't listen to what I say."
Naturally, she could understand Eunuch Su's dilemma. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk, it was just... she had tried to persuade him. But every time she opened her mouth, Ji Hanlin would block her lips and press her down hard.
Over time, she stopped mentioning it.
Eunuch Su looked at Wen Qianning and felt secretly moved.
He hadn't had much contact with Princess Zhaohua when she was taken to Xuanping as a hostage with the Crown Prince. He had heard of her name, but everyone said she was arrogant and domineering, and that she was spoiled.
But now that they've gotten along, he feels that Wen Qianning has a gentle personality and speaks softly, and it's not difficult to get along with her.
Eunuch Su smiled and shook his head: "How could that be? The Emperor only listens to you. No matter how much others say, he won't listen to a word."
"The emperor cares most about you, Miss Wen."
Now that things have come to this, Wen Qianning can no longer refuse. After all, her mission requires Ji Hanlin to expand his harem and forget about her.
Seeing Wen Qianning nod in agreement, Eunuch Su beamed with joy. He quickly ordered someone to bring a bowl of steaming ginseng soup and forced it into her hands. "Miss Wen, please take this with you. The Emperor is very busy with government affairs and needs to recuperate the most. He will be very happy if you deliver it personally."
Wen Qianning lowered his eyes to look at the heavy soup bowl in his hand and sighed. Knowing that he couldn't escape, he had to stand up.
So, just like that, she was "tricked" by Eunuch Su and went to the imperial study with a bowl of hot soup.
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