The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

"Humph, this is ridiculous. This is the first time I've heard of someone marrying her half-sister to you because she couldn't forget you. Now she wants you to give her half-sister a child! How can this be called love? Isn't this just taking a liking to the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion and wanting to use it in the future?"

Jiang Nanqiu then glared at Bai Yuheng fiercely: "Don't mess with me! Since ancient times, few people who participated in the fight for the throne have had a good ending. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the child in my belly. Don't even think about dragging the entire Prime Minister's Mansion to be buried with you."

With Bai Yuheng's brain, Jiang Nanqiu didn't expect him to do anything great. He just wanted him to be quiet.

"I listened to you. I listened to you." Bai Yuheng said, "Now that you said that, my mind seems to have opened up. I feel that I was really stupid before. If Mu Xiyue really liked me, she should have confessed to me a long time ago, instead of waiting until she was about to marry into the East Palace to confess to me."

Bai Yuheng snorted coldly: "It seems that I was really too stupid before. I couldn't even see such a simple truth. Mu Xiyue has clearly been eyeing the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion for a long time, and has been planning for her child."

"I'm glad you know," Jiang Nanqiu rolled his eyes at him, "Mu Xiqian didn't marry into our family just for you to use as a decoration. Now that Mu Xiyue has written to you, it shows that they will not waste this chess piece of Mu Xiqian in vain."

"I'm now afraid that Mu Xiqian has used some dirty tricks to get pregnant with your child. After all, it's your child, can you really kill your own flesh and blood? But if you really have a child, I'm afraid you can only let Mu Xiyue control you."

Jiang Nanqiu would not let Mu Xiqian die simply. If it were not impossible to send her to a brothel, Jiang Nanqiu really wanted to let her experience the feeling of being a prostitute often.

Bai Yuheng's expression turned fierce: "Then just cut off the root of this evil. Besides, you are pregnant now, so you have to be more careful. So Mu Xiqian must be handled properly."

Bai Yuheng stood up and said, "I will discuss with my mother right now to see how to deal with Mu Xiqian. She must not be allowed to harm the baby in your belly."

Jiang Nanqiu suddenly asked, "You're thinking about divorcing Mu Xiqian, right? You just married her, and if you divorce her so soon, how will people talk about you, and how will the Mu family talk about you! You can't divorce her, otherwise, you'll be discrediting yourself."

Bai Yuheng was stunned. To be honest, he really wanted to divorce Mu Xiqian at first. Now that Jiang Nanqiu said this, he felt it made sense.

"I'll go discuss it with my mother. I think mother should have some good ideas." Bai Yuheng said, and this time he really went out.

As soon as Bai Yuheng walked to his mother's courtyard, he spoke before he even sat down: "Mother, now that Qiu'er is pregnant, we must find a way to deal with Mu Xiqian. Otherwise, I'm worried that woman will have evil intentions towards the child in Qiu'er's belly."

The prime minister's wife was drinking tea and almost choked on the tea when she heard this.

With a bang, the prime minister's wife slammed the teacup onto the table. "Now that you know that marrying that concubine's daughter is a short circuit, what were you doing before? Back then, you almost pissed me and your father off to death in order to marry that woman."

"What's the matter now? How long have you married her and you're already thinking of getting rid of her? Are you dissatisfied that outsiders are making fun of our Prime Minister's Mansion? Or do you want to kill her once and for all?"

"Even if she is a concubine, she is still the daughter of the Minister of Rites. If she dies within a few days of marrying in, won't the Mu family report it to the emperor and accuse us of taking human life lightly?"

Can't be angry, can't be angry.

The prime minister's wife kept telling herself in her heart that she must not get angry. After all, she was about to have a grandson, so she had to take good care of herself.

Bai Yuheng listened and felt that he was being too stupid.

"Mother, I know I was wrong," Bai Yuheng admitted his mistake very sincerely this time, "I apologize for my previous behavior, please forgive me this time. But Mu Xiqian, that woman, really can't stay in the mansion, she is not a good person."

"Speaking of which, it would be fine if Qiu'er wasn't pregnant, but now that she is pregnant, we have to be more vigilant, so it's better to get rid of that woman Mu Xiqian."

The Prime Minister's wife said, "Divorcing Mu Xiqian is definitely not an option, but even though we can't divorce her, there are many ways to prevent her from doing evil."

The Prime Minister's wife said, looking at Aunt Liu beside her: "Aunt Liu, I remember there is an abandoned yard to the west of our Prime Minister's Mansion. Send someone to clean it up and build a Buddhist temple. From now on, let Mu Xiqian copy Buddhist scriptures and pick Buddha beans in that temple. Send a few more people to watch over her. No matter what, don't let her leave that yard."

Bai Yuheng was a little worried: "Mother, is it okay to just lock Mu Xiqian in that yard?" After all, Bai Yuheng was still not reassured. He felt that the best way was to send her back to the Mu family, so that he would never be able to harm Qiu'er again.

The Prime Minister's wife sneered: "Don't worry, in this backyard, Mu Xiqian has no ability to harm my grandson."

The prime minister's wife had already made up her mind. She would first lock up Mu Xiqian for a few years, and then give her drugs to make her die of illness. After getting rid of Mu Xiqian, she would let her son marry a daughter-in-law of equal status.

The Prime Minister's wife had this idea because she saw that her son was no longer confused and no longer bewitched by that bitch Mu Xiyue. But the Prime Minister's wife didn't think about it. Her son's brain was like a dog that couldn't change its eating habits, so she was doomed to be disappointed.