Chapter 43 Pregnancy
Wen Yue struggled to get up from the bed. She wanted to find Shen Yanzhi and tell him everything!
But as soon as she stood up, she stumbled and held on to the bedpost. What should she say?
Who would believe that Song Qingyuan was a sorcerer?
Saying that she was controlled by someone before? In Shen Yanzhi's opinion, that would only be another lie, an excuse she made up to get away with it.
Whatever she says now will be regarded as crazy talk.
Wen Yue's heart sank to the bottom. For the first time, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Her acting skills and her methods seemed so pale and ridiculous under Song Qingyuan's unpredictable and strange attack.
"Aunt, are you awake?" A timid voice came from the door. It was her personal maid.
"Come in." Wen Yue quickly calmed down, and her voice regained its usual softness, just a little hoarse.
The maid came in with a bowl of porridge. Seeing the miserable state inside, she was too frightened to look up. She whispered, "The prince has ordered that you drink some porridge when you wake up and rest well."
"Where is the prince?" Wen Yue asked.
The maid's head hung even lower: "Your Highness...went to Hibiscus Garden last night and hasn't come out yet."
Hibiscus Garden! Song Qingyuan's residence!
Wen Yue's nails dug into her palm fiercely. Shen Yanzhi was frightened and insulted by her, so he turned around and went to Song Qingyuan for comfort!
How ironic!
No, she must act immediately to save the situation!
"Help me up and wash up." Wen Yue ordered.
She had to go see Shen Yanzhi, even if it was just to let him see that she had returned to normal and looked pitiful, it was better than letting him always remember her crazy appearance.
With the help of her maid, Wen Yue washed herself briefly and changed into a simple dress. She looked in the mirror at her pale, haggard, yet still beautiful face and took a deep breath.
She has to keep acting.
She will play the role of an innocent victim who has been greatly frightened and traumatized, and has just recovered and is still in fear.
She took her maid and walked out of the confined Qingxin Cottage. The guard at the door did not embarrass her, but just followed her silently, obviously having received orders from Shen Yanzhi.
Along the way, the servants she met looked at her with fear and avoidance, as if she were a man-eating monster.
Wen Yue saw all of this, hatred boiling in his heart, but his face looked increasingly weak and helpless.
Furong Garden was not far away and we arrived there quickly.
She didn't ask anyone to pass the message, but just stood quietly outside the yard, trying to see what was going on.
However, this one glance made her feel like she was struck by lightning, and all the blood in her body seemed to freeze.
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard of Furong Garden.
Song Qingyuan sat leisurely on a recliner, pruning a pot of plants with a pair of scissors in her hand. Her profile appeared serene and gentle in the sunlight, completely unlike the "haggard" appearance rumored in the palace.
What made her even more furious was that at Song Qingyuan's feet, a little boy wearing tiger-head shoes and with a delicate figure was holding his wet nurse's hand and learning to walk unsteadily.
If that boy isn't Shen Jingyu, then who is he? !
His little face was rosy, he was full of energy and giggled, there was no sign of "dying young" at all!
scam!
This is a complete scam!
Wen Yue felt dizzy and almost fainted. All her suspicions were confirmed at that moment. She was like a clown, fooled around and ruined everything she had.
The huge anger and humiliation hit her mind, and she almost couldn't control herself and rushed in to tear Song Qingyuan's hypocritical face apart.
But at this moment, a strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged up from my stomach.
"vomit--"
She covered her mouth, bent over, and began to retch violently.
"Empress! What's wrong with you?" The maid was shocked and hurried to support her.
Wen Yue waved her hands, her stomach churning and her head spinning. This feeling… felt familiar.
She suddenly remembered something and her face turned pale.
The last time she felt this way was before she traveled through time, when she was filming a palace drama and playing a concubine in the early stages of pregnancy...
An absurd and bold idea emerged uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.
No way?
Her hand, subconsciously and tremblingly, touched her flat belly.
Her period seemed... to be delayed for more than ten days. She had been so distracted before that she hadn't paid any attention to it.
Could it be...
Wen Yue's eyes instantly flashed with a complex light mixed with shock, ecstasy, and malicious calculation.
If this is true...
If she really had Shen Yanzhi's child...
Well then, Song Qingyuan, just wait! The outcome of this game is still unknown!
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The tranquility of Hibiscus Garden was broken by the sudden sound of retching outside the courtyard.
Song Qingyuan paused as he was trimming the branches. Without even raising his eyelids, he asked calmly, "Tianbao, what's going on outside?"
[Report to the master! The heroine Wen Yue came to challenge the master, but after seeing the lively Shen Jingyu, she was greatly shocked and suspected of having physical discomfort.]
Tianbao's electronic sound carries a hint of excitement that makes people excited.
[Oh my! Her face is like a palette, sometimes blue, sometimes white, and now a little green. Wonderful!]
Song Qingyuan put down the scissors, picked up the tea beside him and blew on it gently.
Of course she knew Wen Yue would come.
When a professional "actor" finds out that he has been cheated and has messed up his performance, his first reaction is to settle the score with the director and screenwriter.
But her reaction... was a little unexpected.
"Physically unwell?" Song Qingyuan had a playful smile on his face. "Let her in."
She wanted to see what new tricks this white lotus who had just been released from the "madhouse" could come up with after regaining her sanity.
The maid received the order and walked to the courtyard gate. She bowed to the pale-faced Wen Yue and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Concubine Wen, our princess invites you in for a chat."
Wen Yue had straightened up by this point, the nausea she'd felt temporarily suppressed. The shocking guess in her mind instantly calmed her down, even calmer than she'd ever been.
She couldn't panic, let alone get angry.
She had to endure it until she got final confirmation.
She tidied her messy hair, took a deep breath, and put on that pitiful and pitiful expression again on her face, as if the person with the cruel eyes and calculating mind just now was not her at all.
"Thank you." She spoke softly and walked lightly into the yard that she hated to the core.
When she saw the lively Shen Jingyu up close again, her heart still ached uncontrollably. It was jealousy, humiliation, and even more hatred for her own stupidity.
She walked up to Song Qingyuan and bowed gracefully, her posture extremely humble: "Your humble concubine... greets the concubine."
Song Qingyuan didn't let her get up. She just sipped her tea leisurely, her eyes fixed on her flat belly. After a moment's pause, she looked up at her and said with a half-smile, "Since Concubine Wen is not feeling well, there's no need to perform this grand ceremony. If you faint in my courtyard, it will seem like I've treated you harshly."
These words may sound caring, but in fact they are full of thorns.
Wen Yue's body stiffened for a moment, then her eyes turned red, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall. "Princess, you're joking. Yesterday... yesterday I was frightened and lost my mind. I offended the prince, and... I may have said something that offended you. Please, Lady Concubine, be magnanimous and don't hold it against me."
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