The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

An hour ago, Wang from Tongyuan looked at Jiang Nanqiu with interest and asked with a smile, "You mean you want me to help you perform this self-torture trick?"

Jiang Nanqiu nodded. She stood up from the armchair, obediently took a cup of hot tea from the table, and respectfully held it in front of Wang. "The prince will pity Miss Rong, and he will also pity me, his daughter-in-law. Even if he doesn't pity me today, I will work harder, and he will pity me in the future."

Rong Mama had recently been trying to figure out Wang's intentions. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "Grandma hasn't said anything yet. How do you want Madam to help you?"

Wang also stared at Jiang Nanqiu with an undeniable look.

Jiang Nanqiu looked at Wang with an earnest expression, "I only ask Madam to allow my daughter-in-law a room, so that she can at least go there safely tonight."

Jiang Nanqiu had a plan in mind, so he rushed to Tongyuan in the dead of night. He was thinking about staying in Tongyuan tonight and not going back to Qiulan Pavilion.

Wang raised her eyebrows, and her elegant face showed a hint of curiosity. "Do you want An Zhi to think that I, your mother-in-law, am wasting your time?"

Jiang Nanqiu smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to bother mother tonight."

The Tongyuan where Wang lived was quiet and spacious, and the servants who served on both sides were all the sons of the Zhenguogong Mansion. There were more than ten houses of different sizes, and it was not difficult to allocate a house for Jiang Nanqiu to live in.

"Madame Rong, quickly ask someone to clean up the house." After saying this, Wang looked at Jiang Nanqiu with a smile.

At first, she didn't like Jiang Nanqiu, and even thought she was a cunning woman from a small family who didn't know her place and wanted to get close to the rich and powerful. But after spending a few days with her, she had to change her mind about Jiang.

If it were another lowly concubine's daughter, and she suddenly married into a high-ranking mansion like the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, she would probably have been so timid that she would have treated her husband's orders as imperial decrees, and would have been so cautious that she would not dare to take a wrong step.

But what about Jiang Nanqiu?

Even if Anzhi gave up on her and rushed to Lanyue Pavilion on their wedding night, she could remain calm.

After realizing that Jing Anzhi's love had been taken away by that lowly maid named Rong, she was able to calmly analyze the pros and cons and look for ways to be on par with Rong Menghan.

This is a woman who is resourceful, calculating, and even very smart.

Wang doesn't like fools, nor does she like those women who complain about everything and feel sorry for themselves. When she was young, she was like Jiang Nanqiu, with both resilience and patience. This is how she was able to hold the Duke of Zhenguo firmly in her hands, and ensure that the first house did not have any illegitimate sons or concubines to bother her.

"What if Anzhi doesn't care at all whether you are wasted by me?" Wang asked her.

Jiang Nanqiu replied calmly, "Then my daughter-in-law will find another way." This move was just her way of trying to see if Jing Anzhi was a soft-hearted person.

Wang smiled thoughtfully and said, "What if Anzhi comes?"

"If she comes, the news will definitely be spread to Lanyue Pavilion. It would be best if the maids could tell Miss Rong with exaggeration." Jiang Nanqiu thought very clearly. Rong Menghan was of a noble character. Once she heard these rumors, she would definitely quarrel with Jing Anzhi.

On one side is the lover who quarrels with him frequently, and on the other side is the considerate puppet wife. No matter whether Jing Anzhi takes the initiative or is forced, he will eventually come to Qiulan Garden to spend the night. In short, Jiang Nanqiu has many ways to make him change his mind about herself, and the long-term efforts will make Jing Anzhi fall in love with her sooner or later.

"Then I wish you all your wishes come true." Wang smiled, and seeing that it was getting late, she stopped talking to Jiang Nanqiu and went to her bedroom to rest.

Jiang Nanqiu slept very soundly that night in the side room of Tongyuan. She even dreamed of her aunt who had died early.

In the dream, the aunt asked her lovingly, "How is Qiu'er doing?"

Jiang Nanqiu said with tears in her eyes, "Qiu'er is fine."

However, beautiful dreams are fragile. When Jiang Nanqiu woke up, it was already dawn and Yu'er was sitting on a small stool beside her, dozing with her eyes closed.

It was quiet outside the wing room, and Jing Anzhi did not come to Tongyuan to find her.

Jiang Nanqiu laughed at himself, "Sure enough, this is not an easy task."

After she stood up, Rong Mama, who was beside Wang, stood at the door of the wing room and said to her, "Madam, the mistress is waiting for you to have breakfast together."

Jiang Nanqiu woke up Yu'er, and after the master and servant dressed up, they rushed to the main house in Tongyuan to have breakfast.

Wang's face was kind as she told Jiang Nanqiu, "You are growing up now, so you should eat more. Rong Mama, go to the kitchen and ask for a bowl of bird's nest porridge. Drinking bird's nest in the morning is the most nourishing for women."

Madam Rong took the order and left, and Yu'er retreated to the next room.

Since there was no one around, Wang said to her with a smile, "Tomorrow, we will hold a flower banquet in our house. I think your stepmother probably didn't teach you these rules of dealing with people when you were at your mother's house. Tomorrow, you should follow me closely and help me suppress the arrogance of Princess Gong."

Jiang Nanqiu listened obediently to Wang's teachings, but when she mentioned Princess Gong, her thoughts began to fly involuntarily.

Princess Gong was born in the Duke of Yingguo's Mansion. It is said that she is a strong and capable heroine. In the past, she almost became the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo.

"Thank you for your kindness, mother. Your daughter-in-law will definitely live up to the mission." Jiang Nanqiu knew that her greatest support in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was Wang, so she stood up from the armchair, lifted her skirt, knelt in front of Wang, and said respectfully.

Wang was very satisfied with Jiang Nanqiu's respect, but she was not a harsh and cruel person, and she didn't want to waste her time, so she said, "Hurry up, get up, since I have acknowledged you as my daughter-in-law, I can't let you be looked down upon by others."

But just as she finished her words, Jing Anzhi had already walked into the Tong Courtyard. He rushed into the main house without waiting for the maids and old women to inform him.

As soon as he entered the main room, he saw Zheng sitting upright and Jiang Nanqiu kneeling below her.

He was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Mother, even if Jiang Shi did something wrong, you don't have to punish her to kneel down."

Jing Anzhi's arrival surprised Wang and Jiang Nanqiu. Jiang Nanqiu was stunned for a while before she slowly stood up. She bowed to Jing Anzhi and said, "My Lord, you misunderstood. It is only natural for mother to give advice to her daughter-in-law. I know nothing, but mother is not stingy in teaching me. I am really grateful in my heart, so I kneel down to thank you for your kindness."

Jiang Nanqiu eloquently explained the misunderstanding, and Jing Anzhi's face showed some regret.

Wang glared at Jing An and said, "Do you think Jiang is like the baby in your Lanyue Pavilion? I didn't say a single harsh word to her, but she cried as if I killed her parents. She was trying to sow discord between us mother and son in a pretentious way."

"Poor Menghan, mother, please be more considerate of her." Jing Anzhi said.

Upon hearing this, Wang put down her chopsticks heavily, glared at Jing Anzhi, and angrily said, "Yes, all the mistakes are others' fault. Your Rong Menghan did nothing wrong. You should leave quickly. I can't accommodate a big Buddha like you here."

The main room was suddenly as cold as ice. The maids and old women in the corridor heard the quarrel between Wang and Jing Anzhi, but they were too timid to go in and mediate.