The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Wang immediately sat up straight on the bed. The sadness and anger on her face disappeared, leaving only joy and happiness.

"I don't need to drink this medicine. You have been tired all day today. It's time to go to Qiulan Pavilion and have a rest." Wang happily sent Jiang Nanqiu away and called Rong Mama from the corridor into the inner room.

Jiang Nanqiu was ordered to leave Tongyuan. On the way back, he felt that everywhere was full of vitality, with clear maple leaves and bright clouds.

Yu'er felt strange, "Why is Madam so happy?"

Jiang Nanqiu glanced at her and said with a smile, "Take two maids to sweep the Buddhist hall and light two charcoal pots. Use the silver charcoal in our yard. When doing these things, remember to make a big show of it. It would be best if the servants around the prince could see it."

Yu'er didn't understand what she meant, but she still did as she asked.

Jiang Nanqiu returned to Qiulan Pavilion and rested for two quarters of an hour until Yu'er returned to Qiulan Pavilion in a panic and called out breathlessly, "Madam."

Jiang Nanqiu looked at her and smiled, "Why are you so flustered?"

Yu'er said quickly, "Madam, you don't know. The Duke just had a tantrum in Tongyuan. I heard from Madam Rong that the tantrum was directed at Miss Rong. Madam burst into tears and told her about what happened at the flower banquet today. The Duke immediately said that he would kick Miss Rong out of the Zhenguogong Mansion. Madam pleaded for Miss Rong, but in the end the Duke punished her by making her kneel in the Buddhist temple for a day and a night. No one can plead for her."

Jiang Nanqiu just smiled, without any surprise on her pretty face, "Okay, you are sweating all over from running, hurry up and wring your handkerchief and change your clothes, because we have things to do tonight."

The master and servant had always been so intimate, and Ling Qing and Ling Han knew they couldn't compare, so they became more cautious.

Jiang Nanqiu waited in the inner chamber for a while, and Ling Qing came in and said to her, "Miss Rong was trying to commit suicide at first and refused to kneel in the ancestral hall. The Duke became even more angry and sent his maid to invite Miss Rong. Miss Rong was almost dragged to the Buddhist temple."

"Understood." Jiang Nanqiu nodded lightly, his aura as charming as smoke.

Ling Qing glanced at her and asked, "I'm afraid that when the prince returns home, there will be a lot of trouble. What should we do then?" She was worried that Jiang Nanqiu would be affected.

Jiang Nanqiu had already thought of a way to protect herself, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, not only will this matter not implicate me, the prince will also be grateful to me." A gentle smile flashed across her brows, which gradually calmed Ling Qing's restless heart.

About an hour later, Jing Anzhi returned home.

Gu Cui suddenly ran up to her and tearfully told her about Rong Menghan's miserable situation.

Jing Anzhi was horrified and immediately rushed to the outer study to look for his father. Jing Deshan was still furious and started to scold Jing Anzhi, and even wanted to use family rules on him. Fortunately, Wang Shi stopped him in time, so Jing Anzhi did not suffer any physical pain.

However, he was very worried about Rong Menghande's safety, and when he saw that he could not convince his father, he decided to break into the ancestral hall.

However, the ancestral hall was strictly guarded by Jing Deshan's secret guards. Jing Anzhi was so angry that he was about to rush in with a knife. The friendship between father and son was about to disappear in an instant.

At this critical moment, Jiang Nanqiu rushed to the ancestral hall and said to Jing Anzhi, who had a cold face and solemn eyes, "If you don't want to kill Miss Rong, don't force your way into the ancestral hall."

But Jing Anzhi had already lost his clear mind, and Jiang Nanqiu's soft words did not go into his ears. Jiang Nanqiu had no choice but to say sternly, "The prince likes Miss Rong, why don't you put yourself in Miss Rong's shoes?"

These words have already shocked Jing Anzhi.

Jiang Nanqiu continued, "You ignored the Duke's orders and did save Miss Rong for a while, but what about the future? How will she face the Duke and his wife? How will the servants in the mansion view her? Why don't you think about her?"

Jiang Nanqiu's words were like a stab to Jing Anzhi's heart. These words also pulled him out of his desperate mood. Although Jing Anzhi was young and promising, how could he be compared with his father who had been in power for 20 years? His father was stubborn and cruel. If he pushed him to the limit, Rong Menghan would surely end up in a miserable state.

Seeing the scarlet color in Jing An's eyes gradually fade away, Jiang Nanqiu felt more at ease, and she persuaded more gently, "I am doing this for the good of the prince and Miss Rong. You might as well go along with the Duke, and wait until tomorrow morning, then go and admit your fault to your father and mother, and Miss Rong's matter will be over."

At this time, all the important servants, including Madam Rong, came to the moon-shaped gate next to the Buddhist temple, waiting for Jing Anzhi's answer with bated breath.

After Jing Anzhi's eagerness subsided a lot, he gradually calmed down and thought about the deep meaning behind Jiang Nanqiu's words. In fact, he had staged a trapped beast fight in Tongyuan today, and now he didn't believe anyone's words, and always speculated about others with the greatest malice.

"Meng Han certainly did something wrong today, but you also know the purpose of my marrying you. How could you watch her embarrass herself in front of those cunning ladies?" Jing Anzhi was unable to vent the pain in his heart, so he simply questioned Jiang Nanqiu with a frown.

Fortunately, Jiang Nanqiu had anticipated all this, so she lifted her skirt, bent down and knelt on the ground. "My lord, please understand. I have repeatedly advised Miss Rong today, and also persuaded Madam, hoping that there would not be any rift between them. But the Duke knew the news first, and he was furious and wanted to punish Miss Rong. I... I can't do anything about it." She cried with tears streaming down her face, and her already thin body fell to one side like a broken willow catkin as she trembled with sobs.

At this moment, Yu'er, who had been silently enduring on the side, could no longer remain silent. She rushed to Jing Anzhi regardless of everything and knelt down on the ground with a "thump".

"My Lord, you misunderstood Madam. Today in the inner garden, Madam pleaded for Miss Rong many times. Others laughed at Miss Rong for not knowing what was good for her. Only Madam came to Miss Rong's rescue and stopped those noble ladies from laughing at her. Just now, when the Duke angrily sentenced Miss Rong, it was Madam who had the Buddhist hall cleaned up, prepared the cushions, and even burned a pot of silver charcoal."

Yu'er felt more and more wronged as she spoke, tears blurring her vision, "We in Qiulan Pavilion produce a total of one pound of silver charcoal per month, and Madam sent half a pound to the ancestral hall without blinking an eye..."

Jing Anzhi's expression relaxed a little. At this time, his personal servant Aji also rushed to Jing Anzhi to testify, "Master, I saw Yu'er bring the silver charcoal to the temple with my own eyes."