The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Her misty eyes seemed to be rippling with clear water, which set off waves of pity when they caught the eyes.

Jing Anzhi was silent for a while, and finally said, "Nothing."

Jiang Nanqiu lowered his eyelashes like a palm-leaf fan, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The imperial physician finally arrived and reported after examining Jiang Nanqiu, "My Lord, the wound on Madam's mouth will heal after applying medicine for a few days, but remember not to eat spicy food in the future."

Jing Anzhi nodded and looked lazily in the direction of the corridor. He happened to see a servant peeking there. It turned out to be Liu'an, whom he had ordered to serve Rong Menghan.

Jing Anzhi suddenly felt upset. Liu An came here, afraid that something had happened to Rong Menghan. But at this moment, Xiang Yin approached Jing Anzhi and asked tenderly, "Master, what happened to the Madam?"

The evil fire in Jing Anzhi's heart suddenly burned up. He looked at Xiang Yin coldly and sneered, "Who are you, you slut? How dare you show off here?"

Xiang Yin deliberately took advantage of Jiang Nanqiu, the new wife, and did not even ask Jiang Nanqiu about her preferences and taboos before the meal. How could Jing Anzhi, who had been in the officialdom for many years, not understand such a stupid and simple plan?

Xiangyin's face suddenly turned red as if dripping with blood, and a hint of gloating flashed across her bright red, double-locked eyes.

At this moment, Ruyu suddenly cried out sadly at Jiang Nanqiu's wound, "What if Madam's face is disfigured?" When these words drifted into Jing Anzhi's ears, he broke into a cold sweat. He suddenly realized that Jiang Nanqiu was his legal wife, and her appearance, to a certain extent, represented the lintel of their Zhenguogong Mansion. If others saw Jiang Nanqiu's swollen lips, they would probably think that their Zhenguogong Mansion was making things difficult for the new daughter-in-law! Jing Anzhi could tolerate these maids making things difficult for Jiang Nanqiu, but he could not let their stupidity affect the reputation of the Zhenguogong Mansion.

Thinking of this, Jing Anzhi looked at Xiang Yin with even colder eyes, "You are old now, but you still act so rashly. In that case, let your parents take you home tomorrow." After saying this, he glanced at the inner room and left Qiulan Pavilion with a wooden face.

Xiangyin never expected the outcome to be like this, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes, "Prince," she cried out sharply and sadly.

However, Aunt Rong had long been disgusted with her being noisy and noisy, so she called two sturdy maids, covered her mouth without saying a word, and dragged her to the outer courtyard without any delay.

Rong Mama came here to serve food to the prince and his wife. Now that her mission was completed, she naturally had to leave. But before leaving, she went to the inner room to chat with Jiang Nanqiu about her injury. Jiang Nanqiu smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Mama. It's just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days. Since my husband likes spicy food, I should learn to eat spicy food as a wife."

Aunt Rong was very satisfied seeing her dignified and virtuous appearance. She chatted with her for a while before returning to Tongyuan and praising Jiang Nanqiu's character to Wang.

Wang nodded and sighed, "I always thought Jiang was of humble origins, but she is still a noble lady from a rich family, much better than the daughter of a traitor. I hope Jiang can win Anzhi's heart."

"Don't worry, Madam. I am the best at judging people. I can tell at one glance that Jiang has her own plans. Otherwise, why would she send Xiangyin away on the first day after she entered the house? You should know that Xiangyin is the maid that suits the prince the most." said Madam Rong.

Wang was intrigued and asked, "Are you saying that all this today was a self-torture trick used by Jiang?"

Rong Mama nodded, "How can there be such a stupid person in this world? She knows she can't eat spicy food but still eats so much. It's obvious that she is deliberately playing a trick on him for the prince to see!"

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While applying medicine to Jiang Nanqiu, Yu'er said angrily, "How could the prince do this? His wife was injured, and he still went to the other courtyard? Are the women living there so good?"

Jiang Nanqiu looked at herself in the mirror, with a comfortable and pretty smile on her lips, "The love between childhood sweethearts is naturally incomparable to others. Moreover, Rong Menghan has fallen from the clouds into the dirty mud, so the prince treats her with extra pity."

Hearing this, Yu'er became even more worried, "The prince is so loyal to her, what should the lady do? Won't she have to endure a lot of grievances?"

Jiang Nanqiu was not angry after hearing this, but smiled even more, "Silly boy, the prince is loyal and righteous, and he can only do good to us, not harm us."

Yu'er was puzzled, "Madam, I don't understand what you said."

Jiang Nanqiu patiently explained to her, "Think about it, in this world, is there any man who is so loyal and infatuated that he only loves one woman for his entire life? Since the prince values ​​love and friendship, it means that his heart is softer than others. So, as long as I can control his mind and pretend to be weak and pitiful, can he still harden his heart towards me?"

Yu'er was stunned for a moment, then tilted her head to look at Jiang Nanqiu.

Jiang Nanqiu blinked her beautiful eyes at her, "Today, this self-torture tactic worked. Xiangyin wanted to show me a warning, but she dug her own grave and was driven out of the Zhenguo Mansion by the prince."

Yu'er's eyes widened, and she suddenly realized, "Madam, Madam actually did this on purpose?"

Jiang Nanqiu nodded with a smile, listening to Xiangyin's crying coming from the corridor. The sound was sharp and noisy at the beginning, but gradually died down. Jiang Nanqiu's mouth curled up a lively smile again, "Life will always get better and better."

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Inside the Lanyue Pavilion, Rong Menghan, dressed in a moon-white Hualing shirt, was leaning on a Luohan couch. Her cascading black hair casually fell on her thin back, and there was only a wooden hairpin pinned in her loose and soft bun.

Rong Menghan has a beautiful appearance. When she looks up at people, there always seems to be a hint of sadness in her eyes, which makes people feel pity for her.

When Jing Anzhi walked into the Lanyue Pavilion, he saw only empty furnishings. The maids who served Rong Menghan were nowhere to be seen.

He quietly walked up to her and called out with a smile, "Han'er."

Rong Menghan finally came back to her senses. She stood up gracefully from the bed and bowed to Jing Anzhi. Her voice was clear and joyful, "Greetings, Master."

Jing Anzhi stepped forward and gave her a support, but he carefully restrained his movements and did not touch her soft lips. "Why do we have to be so polite to each other?"

Rong Menghan just smiled faintly. When her eyes fell on Jing Anzhi, they always evoked a sense of loneliness and coldness that seemed like it would disappear with the wind at any time.