Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

Early the next morning, the sun's rays filled the air with dust, and there were tiny plush catkins flying outside the window.

Wen Ya slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she got out of bed, the maids outside the door swarmed towards her, all of them with unfamiliar faces.

The maids were washing and dressing her up, but there was no sign of Huan Yan today.

After questioning in the rockery last night, Wen Ya still didn't get an answer. Wen Ya was actually not sure whether the child was being raised by the old lady Huan Song. She just wanted to defraud Huan Yan, but unfortunately, the man didn't fall into the trap.

At this time, the maids lowered their heads and only concentrated on their work.

After finishing washing, one of the maids said:

"Girl, my lord said that you should wait for him here. He will be back during lunch time."

Do you dress yourself up beautifully just to wait for that man to come over?

Wen Ya took a deep breath and felt a severe pain in her chest.

The previous neglect does not count now?

*

Today, Lanzhi Garden in Huan Mansion was very lively. There were servants carrying luggage coming and going. Looking under the eaves, I saw a slim girl.

Song Yuan wore a plain dress and stood calmly in the center of the verandah, as if the noisy and chaotic atmosphere did not affect her at all.

She has smooth and jade-like skin, a graceful and lustrous appearance, a slender figure, and an extremely gentle temperament. Compared with Wen Ya, she is even more delicate, like the clear lotus after the rain.

Song Yuan looked at the familiar scenes around her, including pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water. Every step of the way was in its original state.

In her previous life, she lived to be thirty and died alone in Fengyi Palace.

Yes, Song Yuan is reborn.

In his previous life, Huan Yan ascended the throne as the empress, and outsiders said that he was an infatuated and good emperor.

But the inside story is that Huan Yan doesn't love her Song Yuan at all. The only things that man loves most are the supreme power and himself.

Mrs. Cui Wen Ya was imprisoned by Huan Yan, but in fact she became Huan Yan's forbidden wife. The man imprisoned her and never let Wen Ya see the light of day again.

But Song Yuan didn't know about Huan Yan and Wen Ya's past, and she was just a decoration queen in name only.

She often pitied herself and pitied Wen Ya even more.

As for other women, Huan Yan had never touched him, including the concubines he had hidden in his residence.

Those women only paved the way for his ambition. It was not until she lingered on the sickbed that she learned that Huan Yan's only child, who was named the crown prince, was named Huan Yu, and his biological mother was actually Wen Ya.

She hated Huan Yan because because of this man, she was demoted and her whole family was wiped out.

When Huan Yan came over, he saw Song Yuan standing in the corridor in a daze. In his heart, this cousin had always been a lady, well-educated and sensible. Huan Yan had always liked such a woman.

Now, no matter how he looks at Song Yuan, he can't relate to the love he used to have in the past.

"cousin!"

Song Yuan raised her head and saw Huan Yan walking towards her. Her body trembled and the hatred in her eyes could hardly be hidden. Then she lowered her head, called him and saluted him.

"Well, mother has hosted a banquet at the Charity Pavilion. You can go over after packing up."

Huan Yan was urged to come here by Huan Song, otherwise, he would not have made this trip. After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left, not caring at all about Song Yuan's reply.

"Cousin, I heard that you brought a girl back from Luoyang. I wonder how you plan to settle her?"

Huan Yan paused and turned around:

"You can live in Lanzhiyuan with peace of mind and prepare to get married. You don't have to worry about other people."

Song Yuan knew this was the answer. He had always had such a cold temperament.

However, Wen Ya had already been married to Cui Ying in her previous life, so why did she come to Huan Mansion early without any name or status?

Thinking of Wen Ya, Song Yuan couldn't help but sigh that her life was as thin as paper. In this life, she hoped she would be smarter and escape from Huan Mansion.

"Cousin, can I go visit the girl from Luoyang?"

Huan Yan glanced at her and replied coldly:

"You don't need to know her!"

*

At noon, the sun shines brightly.

Huan Yan came into the room and Wen Ya was looking out the window. He could only see her side face.

Her eyebrows are soft, and she is very well-behaved.

Unfortunately, behind the obedience, there is a huge rebellious psychology, which is all an illusion.

Several maids came in to set the meal, and the man walked to the table naturally.

"Come over for dinner."

Wen Ya walked over and sat at the table.

She heard this morning that Song Yuan had already moved into Huan Mansion, and she was probably getting married, which meant that their marriage was in the near future.

"Is the food delicious?"

Seeing Wen Ya holding the chopsticks to pick up the food, the man pushed the plate in front of Wen Ya and asked softly: "Is it still to your liking?"

Wen Ya didn't want to look at him at all, she just stuffed things into her mouth randomly and didn't pay attention to the dishes.

"I specially asked the kitchen to make the squirrel mandarin fish you like to eat, you can try it!"

Huan Yan folded his hands and put them on his chin, the gloom in his eyes dissipated a little, and there was a deeper meaning in his eyes.

"Can you keep your mouth shut when you eat!"

Wen Ya thought he was noisy and pretended that they were in love. Who told him that she liked to eat fish?

"You think I'm noisy?" Huan Yan put down his chopsticks displeased.

Wen Ya sat up straight and looked seriously at the man in front of her who was also extremely hypocritical.

"I'm afraid Song Yuan is still waiting. She and you are really suitable for each other. The man is talented and the woman is beautiful!"

The temperature of the air seemed to drop suddenly, and Wen Ya felt a chill rising invisibly.

After a while, Huan Yan finally spoke: "Do you think Song Yuan and I are a good match?"

"Yeah!" Wen Ya nodded.

"I heard that you are childhood sweethearts and have been engaged since childhood. There is no one more suitable for you."

Huan Yan's eyes were filled with gloom. Suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Indeed, she will be my legal wife in the future. There is no one more worthy of me than her!"

Wen Ya: "That's true. It's a match made in heaven. Don't regret it until you miss it."

"Are you jealous?"

Wen Ya couldn't help but rolled her eyes and was speechless.

"You seem...to want me to be with Song Yuan?"

Huan Yan stared at Wen Ya's lowered profile with interest.

"To be honest, I really hope!" Wen Ya took a sip of water, looked into Huan Yan's eyes, and said seriously:

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. If Song Yuan gets married, she will definitely not tolerate the child born to you by others. In the end, the child will still have to be taken away by me."

"What's more, if you marry Song Yuan, there is no reason for me to stay in the Huan Mansion, and the old lady will not tolerate me. She must be happy to let me leave the mansion."

"Haha, that's a good plan!" Huan Yan pinched Wen Ya's chin and smiled very charmingly:

"Unfortunately, unless I agree, you can't even get out of the backyard."

After saying that, the man's hand loosened.

He walked to the book shelf behind him and took out a document on the bottom floor.

"You sign it and I'll tell you where the baby is."

Wen Ya took a closer look and felt that Huan Yan was simply despicable.

"I am the fifth lady of the Duke's mansion, and you actually asked me to sign a concubine-taking document?!!"

"Huan Yan, are you crazy? Or am I crazy?"

Wen Ya couldn't understand how she could survive to the end of her life in this world. After giving birth to a child, she originally planned to live away from Huan Yan, but the situation became more and more strange.