Unlike those who were forced into arranged marriages, Zhao had a romantic history. Back then, her love with the old Marquis was passionate and their love story is still a beautiful tale. She could tell at a glance that there was something going on between this handsome Prince of Northern Cold and her beloved granddaughter.
God bless my granddaughter with a good marriage!
As Zhao was smiling, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, and her face immediately turned ugly.
"Grandmother, what's wrong?" Yun Qingran asked with concern when she saw her face change drastically.
Looking at her, Zhao couldn't help but shed tears. His Highness the Prince of Beihan was a prince. Would he accept a woman who had given birth out of wedlock?
"Grandmother is alright." Zhao forced a smile, then reached out and touched Yun Qingran's face, her expression full of guilt. "I'm sorry, Ranran, I didn't take good care of you when we were in the countryside all those years."
She shouldn't have been unaware that Ranran went out for one or two hours every day when she was fifteen; she shouldn't have been unaware that Ranran's belly was gradually getting bigger; she shouldn't have been unaware that she hadn't had her period for a whole year.
It's all her fault for being careless, which led Ranran to commit such a terrible mistake.
Looking at Zhao Shi's expression, Yun Qingran realized that her grandmother was worried about her being pregnant out of wedlock. So she said to everyone, "Grandmother has just woken up and is still weak. You can all go out first. I'll stay with her."
“Alright.” Jun Molin nodded, then clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Madam Zhao, “Madam, then this junior will take his leave.”
"Take care, King of Northern Cold," said Jun Molin with a smile on his face.
"Mother, call me if you need anything. I'll be right outside the door." Yunxiao was very worried about Zhao Shi.
When his father passed away, he told him countless times to take good care of his mother. If anything happened to his mother, his father would definitely crawl out of his grave and strangle him.
"Okay, go ahead." Zhao waved her hand. After all these years, her son was still just like his father, nagging and annoying.
After everyone left, only the grandmother and granddaughter remained in the room. Zhao looked at Yun Qingran with even more loving tenderness and gentleness. "Ranran, your father said that you've become unusually obese in recent years, and the red spots on your face are because you've been poisoned?"
Yunxiao wrote to her about this, and when she read the letter, she was both angry and scared. She was angry because she didn't know who was so despicable as to poison a girl with such a vicious poison; she was scared because thankfully the poison only damaged her appearance and didn't kill her.
"Mm." Yun Qingran nodded.
"It must have been those two wretched maids from the second wife who poisoned her. I'll curse them for three days and three nights!" Zhao slammed her hand on the bed.
"Grandmother is mighty!" Yun Qingran clenched her fist to cheer on Zhao Shi.
Seeing her lively and bright appearance, Zhao was overjoyed. Her granddaughter used to appear outgoing, but was actually timid and insecure inside, which pained her deeply.
"By the way, Ranran, what's going on between you and His Highness the Prince of Beihan?" Zhao asked her teasingly.
"Grandma, haven't you already figured it out, haven't you, the master of romance?" Yun Qingran chuckled.
"You've even learned to make fun of your grandmother." Madam Zhao reached out and poked her little head, then said earnestly, "Although your grandmother is illiterate, she can't be wrong about people. The Prince of Beihan is a good boy. The way he looks at you is even more passionate than the way your grandfather looked at your grandmother back then. You two will be happy together."
Yun Qingran nodded. She should be happy, and even if she wasn't, they could just get a divorce. She could then take all of Jun Molin's assets. She wouldn't lose out!
I'm fine with anything, as long as I don't suffer a loss!
"Ranran, does the King of Beihan know that you have given birth?" Zhao asked in a low voice, her tone full of worry.
"I know," Yun Qingran replied, knowing that her grandmother was worried about this.
"Has he looked down on you or taken advantage of you because of this? Ranran, for a woman, marriage is like being reborn. Before marrying, you must carefully consider the other person's character. If he looks down on you or takes advantage of you because of this, then no matter how much you like him, you cannot marry him," Zhao said solemnly.
Yun Qingran was surprised by Zhao's clear-headedness regarding relationships and marriage; she actually knew how to counter PUA (manipulative tactics).
No one is perfect, and some couples will use each other's flaws to manipulate each other. For example, if you are pregnant out of wedlock and you encounter a jerk who clearly wants you but will say that no one else will want you, and that you should listen to him from now on and forgive him even if he makes mistakes.
“Even without a grandmother, he didn’t despise me or manipulate me. Ironically, the King of Beihan is actually the father of my child,” Yun Qingran told Zhao truthfully.
"What do you mean? Your child's father is the Northern Cold King?" Zhao asked incredulously. This was too much of a coincidence.
Yun Qingran recounted the whole story to Zhao Shi, who exclaimed in amazement, "What a coincidence! I never imagined that the father of your child would be the Prince of Beihan."
"It really is quite a coincidence." Yun Qingran also thought it was a coincidence.
"So, according to you, my great-grandson and great-granddaughter are still alive and well?" Zhao asked suddenly, excitedly.
"Yes, your great-great-grandson and great-great-granddaughter are at the Northern Cold Prince's Mansion now." Yun Qingran smiled happily as she thought of the two children.
"Oh my, this is wonderful. Grandmother's trip was worthwhile; it's all good news." Zhao was beaming with joy.
Yun Qingran was happy for her too.
After a moment of joy, Zhao was still a little worried about her granddaughter, so she spoke to her earnestly again, "Ranran, you're about to get married. Let me teach you some ways to manage your husband. When dealing with a man, you have to act, be gentle, ask for his money, use him, don't make a fuss, don't be tough, be coquettish, show weakness, praise him, and coax him. You must remember these twenty-two words of wisdom."
Yun Qingran said that these things were a little difficult for a woman as strong as an eagle.
Besides, if you have the skill, what can't you succeed at? Why do you have to be in a relationship?
"Grandmother, is this the secret to Grandfather's love for you?" Yun Qingran asked, pretending to have heard her.
"Of course not. I never cared about your grandfather. He was always at my beck and call." Madam Zhao waved her hand and smiled, her face full of happiness.
"Where did you get these twenty-two words of truth?" Yun Qingran asked her with a smile.
"These are all things those people said when I was in the social circles of wealthy women in Beijing. Forget it, forget it, what a load of rubbish, those twenty-two-character mantras, they're just frustrating to hear." Zhao dismissed her own statement.
Yun Qingran burst into laughter at her appearance, and Zhao Shi also laughed, the grandmother and granddaughter laughing together.
After chatting for a while, Yun Qingran noticed that her face looked tired and said, "Grandmother, you've been under the influence of the Gu these past few days, and your body is somewhat weakened. You should rest well, and I'll go and write you a prescription. After taking the medicine for a few days, you'll recover."
"Alright, go ahead." Zhao looked at her with reluctance.
After Yun Qingran left the room, Zhao's smile faded slightly, and his expression became somewhat doubtful. However, after a moment, he smiled again. "People naturally become clever as they grow up," he thought. "Perhaps my granddaughter has grown up, become smarter, and her personality has changed too."
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