Chapter 44: Becoming a Father Again
She said this with sincerity and took all the blame on herself, with an attitude of humility that was as low as dust.
If others saw this, they would definitely think that she knew her mistakes and could correct them, and they would feel pity for her.
But Song Qingyuan just found it funny.
"Oh? Do you remember what you said?" Song Qingyuan put down the teacup, leaned forward slightly, and stared into her eyes.
"You said that the princess and I teamed up to use the Nightmare Suppression Technique to harm you. You said that because my son 'died,' I held a grudge and wanted to drag you to be buried with him. Madam Wen, your memory is worse than I thought."
Every word was like a slap in the face, slapping Wen Yue's face fiercely.
Wen Yue's face paled even further, tears finally rolling down her cheeks as she wept bitterly, "Sister, I really...really didn't mean it. When I heard about the young master...I felt like the sky was falling, and I was so distressed. Then...I had so many horrible hallucinations, and that's why I was talking nonsense. I truly love the young master!"
As she spoke, she looked at Shen Jingyu who was playing not far away with eyes full of "maternal love" and "fear".
With that kind of acting skills, if it were in the 21st century, winning an Oscar would be a piece of cake.
[Oh my god! Master, what is her face made of? Is it the corner of the city wall?] Tianbao couldn't help but complain.
[She actually wants to ride on our young master's popularity to whitewash herself!]
Song Qingyuan sneered in his heart but remained expressionless on the surface.
She just watched Wen Yue perform quietly, neither interrupting nor refuting. Sometimes, the most clever response is to let the clown perform on the stage alone until the audience is tired of watching.
Wen Yue cried for a long time, but seeing that Song Qingyuan didn't respond at all, she felt a little worried.
Song Qingyuan's rank was much higher than she had imagined. This impassive attitude made all her displays of weakness and performances seem like hitting cotton.
She knew that there was no point in continuing to act.
The purpose of her coming today was, first, to test, and second... to declare war.
She wiped her tears, stood up straight, met Song Qingyuan's gaze, and her tone was slightly firmer: "Sister, no matter what, what happened yesterday was my fault. I came here today to tell you that I am fine. Please rest assured, I will behave myself from now on and will never cause trouble for the palace again."
These words sound like a guarantee, but in fact they are a declaration of war.
—I, Wen Yue, am back. The previous madness is over. From now on, we start over.
Song Qingyuan finally smiled.
She stood up and walked slowly to Wen Yue. Her height advantage allowed her to look down at the other person.
"Keep to yourself?" She chuckled, her voice low enough for only the two of them to hear.
"Wen Yue, do you think that as long as you return to 'normal', everything that happened before can be treated as if it never happened? Do you think that Shen Yanzhi will still be fooled by your pitiful tricks like before?"
She reached out her hand and gently brushed Wen Yue's cheek with her fingertips. Her movements were ambiguous, but her eyes were icy cold.
"You're wrong. Once a mirror is broken, even if you glue it back together, it's still full of cracks. The same goes for trust."
Wen Yue was frightened by her actions and eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously wanted to step back, but was firmly suppressed by Song Qingyuan's aura.
"you……"
"I advise you," Song Qingyuan interrupted her, retracted his hand, and slowly wiped the fingers that had just touched Wen Yue's cheek with a handkerchief, as if he had touched something dirty.
"It's best to drink more tranquilizing soup recently. After all, once the inner demons are drawn out, it's hard to put them back in. Who knows when your old illness will relapse?"
After saying that, she stopped looking at Wen Yue, turned back to the recliner, and picked up the scissors again.
"see a visitor out."
This is a naked threat and humiliation.
Wen Yue's face turned the color of liver, and her body trembled slightly with anger. She stared at Song Qingyuan's back, wishing she could poke holes in her with her eyes.
But she finally held back.
She doesn't have the capital to confront Song Qingyuan head-on yet.
She had to confirm one thing first.
Wen Yue turned around and left Furong Garden without looking back. She didn't return to Qingxin Cottage, but went directly to the side gate of the palace and asked her trusted maid to go out and fetch the most reliable folk doctor as quickly as possible.
Half an hour later, in a secluded room in Qingxin Cottage.
An old doctor in his sixties twirled his beard and carefully took Wen Yue's pulse.
Wen Yue held her breath, her heart beating like a drum.
The maids also watched nervously, not daring to breathe.
After a long moment, the old doctor withdrew his hand, a hint of joy on his face. He bowed to Wen Yue and said, "Congratulations, Auntie! Congratulations, Auntie! Judging from your pulse, you're... you're pregnant! You've been pregnant for over a month!"
boom!
The words of confirmation, like the sound of nature, exploded in Wen Yue's ears.
She is really... pregnant!
She really has Shen Yanzhi's child!
A huge surge of ecstasy instantly overwhelmed all her anxiety, fear and humiliation.
What about Song Qingyuan, what about the inner demon, what about the crisis of trust... In front of this trump card, none of them are worth mentioning!
This is her amulet, her golden ticket to immunity from death, and her ultimate weapon to turn defeat into victory!
She, Wen Yue, has regained the initiative in the game!
"Reward! A huge reward!" Wen Yue's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
After sending the doctor away, she dismissed everyone and sat alone in front of the dressing table. She looked at the face in the mirror that was flushed with ecstasy, and her eyes gradually became firm and cruel.
Song Qingyuan, do you think you won?
You are wrong.
You've gone to great lengths to make me temporarily lose favor. And I, without doing anything, can get something you'll never get in your entire life just by sitting here quietly.
She stroked her belly, a gentle yet strange smile on her face.
"My dear child, you have come at the perfect time."
At this time, Shen Yanzhi had just returned from the imperial palace. The emperor summoned him and asked him about some border defense affairs, which made him exhausted.
As soon as he stepped into the palace, the butler came to greet him with an irrepressible joy on his face.
"Your Highness! Great joy! Such great joy!"
Shen Yanzhi frowned: "What's all the commotion?"
The housekeeper's voice was so excited that it changed its tone: "Your Highness, you are going to be a father! Qingxin Cottage just invited an outside doctor, and he diagnosed... Concubine Wen is over a month pregnant!"
Shen Yanzhi was stunned.
Wen Yue...is pregnant?
Is he going to be a father again?
All his doubts seemed so insignificant in the face of the word "offspring".
Perhaps... her madness yesterday was truly due to a shock? Perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding? How could a woman pregnant with his child be such a scheming and vicious person?
"Hurry! Go to Qingxin Cottage!" Shen Yanzhi gave the order almost immediately, his steps became lighter, and his face was filled with excitement and joy that was difficult to conceal.
A "Crazy Princess" drama carefully planned by Song Qingyuan is about to plunge Wen Yue into the abyss.
But because of a sudden child, the whole game was reversed in an instant.
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