Zhao Nanyu stood by the window for a while, quietly enjoying the cool breeze. Not long after, Nanny Lin was invited over.
He turned his back to her and asked in a slightly cold voice, "Madam, have you had your period this month?"
Nanny Lin lowered her eyes and didn't even dare to raise her head. There was no candle in the room, so the light was very dim. She could only vaguely see her master's back. She replied, "Not yet."
Nanny Lin was also an experienced person. She knew that the young master was asking questions in the middle of the night, which must have shown that she had some suspicions in her mind. After hesitating for a moment, she continued, "But Madam's menstruation has never been very regular."
Zhao Nanyu also knew about this. Song Luan didn't take good care of her body. She didn't control her diet when she had sex. She would even drink cold water in the summer when she felt too hot.
Zhao Nanyu nodded and ordered in a deep voice: "Take good care of her these few days."
Nanny Lin already had something in mind. Did the young master suspect that his wife was pregnant? Yes, they were in a good relationship some time ago, like honey and oil, and had sex so many times, it wouldn't be surprising even if the lady was really pregnant.
She thought silently that this was a good thing. She just hoped that this time the Madam would not be as naughty and irritating as she was when she gave birth to her brother, and not care about the child.
"Master, don't worry."
Song Luan himself was unaware of it, except for occasional nausea. She was used to being carefree, so she didn't take this unusual thing to heart and just ate and drank as usual.
The snow that had been falling for several days in a row finally stopped in the capital. The sun was shining brightly, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, making a squeaking sound when one stepped on it with boots.
Song Heqing asked someone to tell her that he wanted to see her.
Song Luan dressed tightly and went out of the house. She was nervous all the way. She thought something had happened to the Song family. It was not until she arrived at the restaurant that her heart slowly settled down.
Song Heqing's face had become thinner, his features were a little sharper, his brows were tightly knitted, and he was worried. He looked at this spoiled sister, hesitated for several times, coughed twice, and said apologetically: "Aluan, what Fourth Sister did..."
Song Luan guessed that her brother, who was eager to protect his sister, already knew about the foolish things Song Yu had done. She took a sip of tea and said, "Brother, this has nothing to do with you."
Song Heqing said with a bitter face, "I really didn't know that she was so hostile to you! She would actually resort to such despicable means to harm you."
He had also watched his fourth sister grow up since she was a child. She seemed to be a timid girl, always cowardly and hiding behind her other sisters. He didn't see her as someone who would use vicious means.
When Song Heqing heard this from Zhao Nanyu, he didn't even dare to believe it.
Song Luan didn't understand her brother's intention of asking her to come over. Could it be that he wanted to say a few good words for Song Luan? Coax the sisters to reconcile?
"I didn't expect Fourth Sister to do such a thing." Song Luan looked at him and asked, "But brother, who told you about this?"
Song Heqing replied vaguely: "Your husband."
Originally, he really didn't know about this matter. Song Yu acted covertly, and Zhao Nanyu killed almost everyone who knew about it.
After Song Yu was caught in the temple, Song Heqing, as the eldest brother, couldn't bear to see his sister waste the rest of her life in a nunnery. He originally planned to ask his father for mercy to save Song Yu, but she definitely couldn't stay in the capital anymore, and marrying her off far away was the best way.
Just at this time, Zhao Nanyu came to visit and told him what Song Yu had done.
Although Song Heqing was very kind to each of his sisters, he favored Song Luan the most. Although the little girl had a bad personality and temper, she lived a real life and when she was a child she loved to throw herself into his arms and act coquettishly.
Although Song Luan's reputation outside is a mess, it is nothing in Song Heqing's eyes. His sister is so beautiful, what's wrong with keeping two gigolos?
In Song Heqing's opinion, his sister's only mistake was that she was too high-profile and didn't know how to cover up at all, making it known to everyone.
Zhao Nanyu also told him about Song Luan's injury. Song Heqing got angry immediately and did not go to his father to plead for mercy. He just let Song Yu go and refused to take care of it.
He is mainly concerned about whether his sister's injuries have healed completely? Zhao Nanyu has been resting in the palace these days and certainly has no time to take care of her affairs. If he neglects her, he will not be able to take care of her. Song Heqing has some complaints about this.
No matter how many things are going on in the palace, Zhao Nanyu shouldn't stay there for more than ten days and abandon his sister!
Her sister is a fairy-like figure and should be pampered in the palm of her hand.
"Why did he tell you this?!" Song Luan pouted and said unhappily.
Song Heqing coaxed her softly, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. I just want to ask if your wound has healed."
Song Luan wasn't seriously injured that day, and Zhao Nanyu probably exaggerated the situation to scare her brother. She said sullenly, "Okay."
"Really? You didn't lie to your brother?"
"Did I get paid for lying to you? That's great." Seeing that her brother didn't seem to want to mention Song Yu, Song Luan felt much more relieved. She coughed twice and said, "Brother, is this what you want to ask me today?"
Song Heqing took out a small box as big as his hands from behind him, placed it in front of her, and nodded his chin, motioning her to open the box.
Song Luan took the key from his palm and opened the box with great anticipation. Her eyes were almost blinded by the gold and silver jewelry inside. She stared at the golden jewelry in the box with her eyes narrowed into slits, "For me?!"
Song Heqing couldn't help laughing at her money-grubber look, "Your mother asked me to bring it to you."
Song Luan couldn't let go and hugged the box of treasures tightly, "My mother is still the best!"
It’s really great to have a mother who dotes on you!
Song Heqing suddenly stopped smiling, stared at her seriously, and spoke slowly, "I think your mother still doesn't like A Yu very much. In fact, I think he is not bad, with a promising future, and she is quite tolerant towards you. If you have a chance, you can persuade your mother."
Zhao Nanyu was gaining power and rising rapidly. It was obvious that someone was deliberately trying to put him in a high position. Song Heqing felt that this person was most likely the Sixth Prince, not the Emperor.
After all, Zhao Nanyu was a third place winner in the imperial examination back then, but he just got a sinecure. It seemed that the emperor never cared about him. He kept asking questions about him, did not reward him for his merits, and severely punished him for his mistakes.
But on second thought, the Sixth Prince has only been crowned king not long ago, and may not have the ability to rise to the position of a fourth-rank official.
Song Heqing couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother himself to figure it out. Anyway, Zhao Nanyu's success is also a good thing for the Song family.
"From the first day I got married, my mother wanted me to divorce him," said Song Luan.
Song Heqing was not surprised. Aunt Lin was very picky and had a very poor eye for people. She only cared about money and power. She thought that only the most noble man in the world was worthy of her daughter. It was no wonder that such a person was dissatisfied with Zhao Nanyu.
"So what do you think?"
Song Luan looked at the sky outside the window. On the high eaves, there were flocks of birds singing happily. Her eyes suddenly became a little sad. She suddenly realized that she still yearned for a free and normal life.
She couldn't develop any attachment to the oppressive, overwhelming control. Zhao Nanyu is a good person. He is handsome. Song Luan has never seen a man more handsome than him in her two lives. He has a bright future and the best luck. Apart from his tyranny and despotism, he has no other shortcomings.
But it was precisely Zhao Nanyu's character flaws that Song Luan could not tolerate.
Strong love will trap her.
She doesn't want to be a spoiled girl locked in a cage.
Song Luan felt that the time had come for her to reveal her true feelings to her brother. She spoke word by word, "I want a divorce, too."
Song Heqing was a little surprised, and blurted out, asking her, "Are you willing to recognize my brother?"
She couldn't bear to do that.
Shi Ge'er is sensible and considerate, he is such a good child.
Song Luan hung his head in dismay, muttering softly, "I can't bear to leave."
There is no way around it. The Zhao family will never let her bring Shi Ge'er back to the Song family.
Song Heqing felt a headache, rubbed his forehead, and drank a sip of water to calm his nerves. He asked her tentatively: "Aluan... are you... ahem... have you been dazzled by the men outside?"
He said earnestly: "Alas, your brother won't stop you from doing anything you want to do, but everything has its limits. It's enough to just keep two of those pretty boys out there. Don't take it seriously."
Song Luan was shocked by Song Heqing's values.
She explained: "It has nothing to do with others. He and I just don't get along!"
"Are you really determined to divorce me?"
"Well, wait until after the New Year. I'll have a good talk with him."
After the New Year, the political situation will be settled.
Song Heqing wanted to persuade her a little more, but seeing that she had made up her mind, he tactfully shut his mouth and said no more. In his heart, he still felt that there was room for these two people to turn around. What he didn't say was that it seemed like Zhao Nanyu would not agree to the divorce.
Men can judge other men very accurately. Every time Zhao Nanyu looks at his sister, his eyes are as fierce as a wolf or a tiger. How could he let her go easily?
The brother and sister had lunch together in the restaurant. Song Luan also drank a glass of wine, which made him slightly drunk. He felt a little dizzy and his face was slightly red. He went out to get some fresh air before the temperature on his face dropped.
Song Heqing sent her to the carriage and gave her a lot of nagging instructions, treating her like a child.
"Take care of your health, don't eat too much, and don't play around. Don't worry about your mother, I'll take care of her for you."
Moreover, Aunt Lin lived a happy and comfortable life. She played with her treasures all day long and went to the shop to buy new clothes when she had nothing to do.
Song Luan nodded obediently, "I know. Brother, you have to take care of yourself too, and don't try to be stubborn."
It is still unknown what the Song family will become after the new emperor ascends the throne. But it is definitely better than the original book, and the whole family will not end up in exile.
Song Heqing grinned and touched her head, "It's not in vain that I love you so much."
After taking a walk, Song Luan felt much better. She jumped and skipped on the snow, having a lot of fun playing with herself. Her red embroidered shoes deliberately left footprints in the snow.
Song Luan walked in the snow for several laps until she realized her shoes were wet, then she reluctantly returned to the yard.
When she entered the room, Zhao Nanyu was also there, wearing a crescent-shaped round-necked shirt with a small sachet hanging on his belt. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. Shi Ge'er lay obediently on his shoulder with the corners of his mouth turned down, and he seemed to be in a low mood.
Song Luan walked over, took Shi Ge'er from his arms, and pinched his smooth cheek, "What's wrong?"
Shi Ge'er was too embarrassed to say that he was unhappy because his father didn't let him go out to play in the snow.
Zhao Nanyu coughed and said, "Let him do whatever he wants."
Song Luan ignored Zhao Nanyu and patiently asked Shi Ge'er, "Is there anything you can't tell your mother?"
Shi Ge'er lowered his voice and whispered in her ear: "I want to build a snowman, but my father won't let me."
The kind that is the size of a palm, I want to make it beautiful and give it to my mother.
Zhao Nanyu explained for himself, "It's snowing today and the weather is cold. He will definitely get sick again if he plays in the snow."
"That's true." She lowered her head and coaxed the child softly, "Brother Shi doesn't want to be sick, right?"
"Yeah." Shi Ge'er put his arms around her neck, "Okay, then I'll take a look."
He saw that his mother seemed to like making various kinds of snowmen and wanted to give one to her. Shi Ge'er himself has no interest in playing, and he would rather go back to his study and write a few more pieces of calligraphy, where he would be happier.
"Well, stop pestering your mother. You haven't finished your homework yet."
"Father, I understand. I'll go right away."
Shi Ge'er got up on his own initiative and was obediently led by the maid to the study in the front yard.
Song Luan felt empty in her arms, and she was a little uncomfortable for a moment.
Zhao Nanyu looked at the wet toes of Song Luan's shoes and asked, "Why are your shoes wet?"
"Ah? Really? I didn't notice it either." Song Luan pretended to look down and pretended not to know.
Zhao Nanyu carried her to the bed and sat down. He half-knelt in front of her and took off her shoes. Her socks were also soaked. He sighed, "You are so grown up, and you still like to play?"
Song Luan felt uncomfortable and tried to retract her little feet, "Get up, I can do it myself."
Zhao Nanyu pinched her thin white ankles and took off her socks. He couldn't let go of her white and tender feet. His eyes darkened and he smiled at her, "I'll help you."
He found a pair of clean socks and slowly helped her put them on. Song Luan could see his pale face as soon as she lowered her head. The man looked pious, as if he was doing something very important.
After putting on her socks, Zhao Nanyu helped her get a pair of shoes, placed them under the bed, and said softly, "Okay."
"Thanks."
"There's no need to be so polite between husband and wife."
Song Luan's psychological pressure suddenly increased a lot. Why did she feel that the man was in love? ? Why is the male protagonist getting deeper and deeper into trouble? ?
"Aren't you busy today?"
Zhao Nanyu hummed, raised his brows, and said, "We are almost done."
Song Luan was not concerned about him, but wanted to find out some news in the palace from him, such as whether the emperor had appointed a crown prince?
She continued hesitantly, "Today I heard from my brother that the situation in the Heavenly Dynasty has been unstable these days, and the Emperor has killed many people. Are you okay?"
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be implicated."
Seeing that nothing could be pried out of his mouth, Song Luan smiled awkwardly, "I'm glad you're okay."
The corners of Zhao Nanyu's lips curled up, and he was in a good mood.
It was almost time for dinner when the doctor Zhao Nanyu had asked to invite arrived.
The doctor was followed by a little boy. The two of them walked here and were shivering from the cold. Zhao Nanyu asked the maid to pour them a cup of hot water and then went into the inner room.
Song Luan's face was hidden in the quilt. She was sleeping soundly and hadn't woken up from her nap yet. Zhao Nanyu approached her and pulled her out of the quilt with a funny look, "It's time to wake up."
Song Luan opened his eyes drowsily, and when he lifted his eyelids, he saw that it was already dark outside the window. She slowly climbed out of the quilt and went to the outer room, only to find two people sitting there whom she had never seen before.
She felt vaguely uneasy, "Who are these two?"
"Doctor." Zhao Nanyu answered, and then he said: "It's just a regular consultation. You don't have to be afraid."
After he said that, Song Luan felt relieved. She had thought that there was something wrong with her body again. She cooperated and handed over her hand so that the doctor could feel her pulse.
The room is so quiet that you can hear the breathing
After a long time, Song Luan only heard him say: "Congratulations, madam, this is a pregnancy pulse."
She was in a daze for a long time, her mind was clouded by the words "pregnancy pulse". She didn't hear anything the doctor and Zhao Nanyu said later.
Zhao Nanyu was calmer than her. He gave the doctor a large sum of silver as a reward and ordered people to escort the doctor out of the house politely.
Song Luan swallowed, opened her eyes wide, and looked at him, "I'm pregnant?"
There was an imperceptible smile in the corners of Zhao Nanyu's eyes, the corners of his lips raised, and he said softly: "Yeah."
"How could I get pregnant? I...I...I have drunk the contraceptive soup, and...and..." She spoke incoherently and didn't know what she was saying.
Zhao Nanyu put his hand on her shoulder, as if he noticed her uneasiness and fear, and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"
Is it a good thing? Is it really a good thing? Song Luan's mind was confused, but she couldn't say that she didn't want the child.
The smile on Zhao Nanyu's face gradually froze, "Shi Ge'er also wants to have a sister, don't you like it?"
"That's not what I meant."
He said coldly: "Take good care of your baby."
Everything Song Luan wanted to say was stuck in her throat. Of all the words she could think of, the only thing she could say was his name. She called out, "Zhao Nanyu."
"You talk, I'm listening." From Zhao Nanyu's doting on Shi Ge'er, it can be seen that he treats children well. He also sincerely wanted a little girl as willful and cute as Song Luan.
Song Luan originally wanted to tell him that she didn't dislike the child.
She even felt an indescribable joy in her heart.
The words came to my lips, but I swallowed them back.
"It's all right."
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