The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

"If she keeps forcing me, I don't want to keep avoiding her." Jiang Nanqiu's tone was cold. The sadness and weakness from a quarter of an hour ago had disappeared, and now only coldness and determination remained. "Then let's see whose method is more ruthless."

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In the Lanyue Pavilion, Rong Menghan tried to commit suicide for most of the night. Finally, after Jing Anzhi set foot in the Lanyue Pavilion, she was persuaded by the maids to get off the stool.

Two white silks were placed on the table. Rong Menghan fell on the couch with tears on her face. She was as thin as a piece of smoke, as if she would disappear in the next second.

Jing Anzhi slowly walked into the main room. Before he could ask about Rong Menghan's condition, he saw Gu Cui kneeling in front of him with red eyes, "My Lord, please save the girl."

At this time, he had just taken out a soft mask to cover the wound on his wrist. The piercing pain made him completely conscious.

He didn't even glance at Gu Cui, but walked into the inner bedroom and spoke to Rong Menghan, who was lying on the Luohan couch, "Menghan, why are you trying to commit suicide in the middle of the night?"

Although Jing Anzhi guessed that there was aphrodisiac in the wine he drank in Qiulan Pavilion, he did not put all the blame on Jiang Nanqiu. In his mind, Jiang was both dignified and virtuous, kind and timid, and knew when to advance and retreat. The aphrodisiac might have been Wang's work. He almost had physical contact with Jiang. If it weren't for Meng Han's desperate attempt to save her, Jing Anzhi would have made love with Jiang by now.

For some reason, Jing Anzhi didn't feel happy at all after rushing to Lanyue Pavilion, but instead felt a little disappointed. However, this disappointment was so small that Jing Anzhi didn't care at all.

Rong Menghan raised her tearful eyes. She couldn't see Jing Anzhi's expression under the dim candlelight, but she could hear a hint of fatigue in his words.

Rong Menghan couldn't help but ask himself, why was he tired? Could it be that he blamed me for causing trouble in the middle of the night and disturbing his and Jiang's good things? Thinking of this, Rong Menghan's heart rolled over a little bit of sadness, and then a surge of sadness came.

She asked Jing Anzhi with tears in her eyes, "Is the prince tired of Meng Han?"

They were young and in love, and if it weren't for the Rong family's misfortune, they would have been married long ago. Jiang was just a concubine's daughter of humble origin, how could she be qualified to occupy the position of the wife of the prince of the Zhenguo Mansion? She even had the delusion of driving herself out of the Zhenguo Mansion. How could Rong Menghan let her do what she wanted.

Moreover, Rong Menghan felt vaguely that Jing Anzhi was different from before. It seemed that after Jiang came in, she served him tenderly and attentively, which made Jing Anzhi feel a little bit of comparison.

In terms of appearance, Rong Menghan and Jiang are both stunning beauties, but one is so cold-hearted while the other is gentle as water. Over time, Jing Anzhi began to feel partial to her.

Rong Menghan finally softened his tone after realizing something was wrong. He stepped forward and grabbed Jing Anzhi's sleeve like he was begging her, and politely said to her, "Your Highness, please stay in Lanyue Pavilion tonight."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Nanqiu was too pitiful at this moment, his tearful eyes were misty and he looked so charming when he looked at people.

Jing Anzhi was already feeling very tired, and he also had an injury on his wrist, so it was not easy for him to run around any longer.

"Gu Cui, help the young lady to sleep on the bed." Jing Anzhi gave the order in a cold voice, and then he slept on the Arhat couch.

This was the first time Rong Menghan had tried to humbly ask Jing Anzhi to stay. She had already used up all her strength and could no longer move forward. She was the eldest daughter of the Rong family, a proud and noble lady from an aristocratic family, with her own persistence and pride. She was unwilling to do such a thing as using her beauty to please others.

"My Lord, please have a good rest." Rong Menghan bowed to Jing Anzhi and walked into the inner bedroom.

Jing Anzhi lay on the Luohan couch for the whole night. However, the night was long, and for some reason, Jiang's pale face kept flashing through his mind. Fortunately, he had to go to the Imperial City Department for duty the next day, so he suppressed his disordered mood.

Meanwhile, the lights in Qiuyue Pavilion were brightly lit, and Jiang Nanqiu was wearing a thick snow fox cloak. She sat upright in an armchair, looking down at Yanhong and Shuangsuo who were kneeling on the ground.

The wind whistled outside the window. Ling Qing quietly walked into the main room and leaned over to whisper in Jiang Nanqiu's ear, "The prince is staying at the Lanyue Pavilion."

As expected, Jiang Nanqiu hid the slight disappointment in his eyes and said with a smile, "The prince's wrist is still injured. Go prepare some medicinal herbs and send them to Lanyue Pavilion before the prince leaves the house tomorrow."

Ling Qing agreed. Yu'er and Ling Han probably saw Jiang Nanqiu's sadness, so they smiled and advised, "Master still has Madam in his heart, Madam, don't be discouraged."

Yanhong and Shuangsuo knelt down, trembling slightly. They didn't know what Jiang Nanqiu was planning. After a long silence, Yanhong couldn't control her fear and quietly raised her head to look at Jiang Nanqiu. It was this glance that made her see the undisguised hatred in Jiang Nanqiu's eyes. This hatred made her look like a demon from the hell of Rakshasa, as if she was going to devour them in the next moment.

Yanhong was very worried and immediately kowtowed to Jiang Nanqiu, "Madam, please spare my life. I will never dare to do it again..."

Jiang Nanqiu smiled and asked, "What crime have you committed?"

Obviously, she was just looking at them and didn't say a single extra word, but the two maids took the initiative to speak out of guilt.

Yanhong choked up and said, "I shouldn't have told Miss Rong that I disturbed the peace of Madam and the Young Master. I also called the Young Master to Lanyue Pavilion, causing Madam to stay alone in the empty room."

Yu'er, Ling Qing, and Ling Han all glared at her fiercely.

Only Jiang Nanqiu glanced at her calmly and smiled, "What else?"

This question made Yanhong at a loss, unable to answer a single word. Shuangsuo, who was standing by, was even more flustered, and she could only kowtow to Jiang Nanqiu.

Seeing that the two of them were still harboring evil intentions, Jiang Nanqiu smiled and said to Yu'er, "Yesterday, the Madam said that I could deal with the prince's maids at will. Now that Xiangyin has left, it seems that Yanhong and Shuangsuo should not stay in the Zhenguo Mansion."

Her threat was like a heavy rock pressing down on Yanhong and Shuangsuo's hearts. If they were kicked out of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, where else could they find such an easy and respectable job given their backgrounds?

Shuangsuo was the first to admit her fault, "Madam, we were reluctant to pass on the message to Miss Rong, but she told us that she would become our wife sooner or later. If we don't obey, we will be kicked out of the Zhenguo Mansion in the future."

"Did she say that?" Although Jiang Nanqiu was smiling, his cold almond-shaped eyes were staring at the two of them.

Although Jiang Nanqiu was smiling from beginning to end, the more she smiled, the more uneasy they felt.

"Yes, ma'am. We dare not deceive you."

Jiang Nanqiu really didn't expect that Rong Menghan would be so wishful thinking.

She was labeled as the daughter of a traitor, and even being a concubine was a luxury for her, so how could she even dream of becoming the legal wife?

"What other benefits did she promise you?" Jiang Nanqiu put away his smile and asked solemnly.

Shuangsuo answered word by word, "Miss Rong also said that she would make us the prince's maids in the future."

Jiang Nanqiu did not speak. Jing Anzhi was tall and handsome, of noble birth, and a third-rank military officer at a young age. Which maid in the Zhenguo Mansion did not want to be his woman? Yanhong and Shuangsuo were no exception.