The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Upon seeing this, the imperial physician glanced at Jiang Nanqiu, who was lying on the bed with a limp and miserable face, and said with a sigh, "I will prescribe another dose of nourishing medicine. This time, Madam must take good care of herself and not worry about anything anymore."

Jing Anzhi responded respectfully, personally presented the medical fee which was increased by 30%, and sent the imperial physician out of Qiulan Pavilion.

Yu'er's eyes were red from worrying about Jiang Nanqiu. She was secretly wiping her tears in the side room while watching over the medicine on the stove. After the medicine boiled, she took the tray and carefully put the medicine in it and was about to go into the main room. But Ling Qing, who was guarding the bead curtain in the inner bedroom, made a gesture to her to keep quiet and said in a low voice, "The master is in there."

Yu'er pointed to the medicine in her hand and said, "Madam, it's time to take the medicine."

Ling Qing thought for a while before saying, "There's no rush. Let's warm the medicine on the stove and send it in a quarter of an hour later." She has always been loyal to Jiang Nanqiu. As a maiden of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, her knowledge and intelligence are far superior to Yu'er.

Yu'er was very convinced by Jiang Nanqiu's words.

"Okay." But before leaving the main room, Yu'er still lifted a corner of the beaded curtain and vaguely saw the scene in the inner bedroom. Jiang Nanqiu was lying unconscious on the yellow pear wood frame bed in the inner bedroom.

Jing Anzhi stood upright beside her bed. The arrogant prince bent his back and kissed Jiang Nanqiu on the forehead. This kiss was so light and precious, as if a light butterfly landed on a gorgeous flower stamen, making Yu'er's eyes red. Her wife finally made it.

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Jiang Nanqiu had a drowsy dream. She first dreamed of her aunt, who had worked as a fire-making maid in the Jiang Mansion and had also served horses in the stable. She was originally a humble servant with little influence. But that night, her father got drunk and dragged her into the study, and took her body by force despite her objection. Her aunt got pregnant, but it was a taboo for the Song family for a maid to climb into bed without permission. Since that day, the Song family has tried every means to waste her aunt and her. Her father also took in several new concubines with beautiful voices, and since then, he has forgotten about her.

Song had wasted her aunt's life for so many times that she died of depression at such a young age. How could Jiang Nanqiu not hate her? She just wanted to eat Song's flesh and drink Song's blood. She thought that sooner or later she would gain a foothold in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and then she would be able to avenge her aunt and make Song wish she could neither live nor die.

The day of revenge has not yet come, but she almost lost half her life because of Concubine Shen.

She thought Jing Anzhi's appearance would bring her some justice, but Concubine Shen turned black and white and threw dirty water on her with just a few words. Only then did Jiang Nanqiu realize how powerless she was in the face of the supreme imperial power. She seemed to have returned to the night when her aunt died of depression. She cried heartbreakingly and begged her aunt desperately not to leave her. However, her aunt still left, leaving her alone in the Jiang Mansion struggling to survive.

At this point in the nightmare, Jiang Nanqiu's eyes also ooze tears, sadness wells up in her heart, she can only grab any life-saving straw that can be grasped in her hand. At this moment, it seems that the only person she can grab is Jing Anzhi who is sitting beside her bed.

Jing Anzhi was going to go out of the inner bedroom to bring Jiang Nanqiu some medicine, but he didn't expect that she would grab his hand while he was sleeping. The woman's hand was soft and boneless, smooth as brocade, which made Jing Anzhi shudder. When the strange tide of love enveloped every corner of his body, Jiang Nanqiu on the bed was already crying and moaning, "Don't leave."

She dreamed of her aunt who loved her the most, and naturally she didn't want her to leave her. Her voice was pure and charming even when she was sick, and it was also tinged with some pitiful fragility, which instantly softened Jing Anzhi's heart.

He held Jiang Nanqiu's hand back and said to her, "I won't leave."

Jiang Nanqiu's dream was hazy and confusing. After he had finally driven away the tragic memory of losing his aunt, he dreamed of the scene when he was seduced by Concubine Shen just now.

It was Princess Qixia who had fallen in love with Jing Anzhi and bullied her by taking advantage of her power, forcing her to give up her position as the wife of the prince of the Duke of Zhenguo. It was clearly their fault, so why was she the one who was wronged? The tears in Jiang Nanqiu's eyes flowed more and more violently, and in an instant, she uttered a sentence from her red lips, "I didn't lie to Ren, I didn't..."

She kept talking in her sleep, and every word was filled with tears.

Jing Anzhi felt a dull pain in his heart.

Of course he knew that Jiang was not lying, and she would not have said anything rude to Princess Qixia as Concubine Shen said. She was such a gentle, kind and well-behaved woman. Concubine Shen must have been confusing right and wrong and throwing dirty water on her.

Jing Anzhi immediately reached out to wipe the tears from Jiang Nanqiu's eyes and kissed her forehead. He said firmly, "I will definitely seek justice for you."

Perhaps Jiang Nanqiu heard Jing Anzhi's words full of care in her dream, and she stopped crying despite being haunted by the nightmare.

Jing Anzhi had no chance to withdraw his hands, so he simply let her hold them in his palms, hoping that she could sleep more and more sweetly.

When Yu'er brought the medicine bowl into the inner bedroom, Jing Anzhi gently picked up Jiang Nanqiu and fed her the medicine with a silver spoon. When they stopped, the courtyard of Qiulan Pavilion had fallen into a deathly silence.

That night, Jing Anzhi did not sleep in the green gauze cabinet as he did in the past, but chose to lie down next to Jiang Nanqiu.

Firstly, it was to take care of Jiang Nanqiu in time at night, and secondly, Jiang Nanqiu tightly grasped his hand in her sleep, so he couldn't get away even if he wanted to. Besides, Jiang Nanqiu had suffered so much injustice today, how could he bear to bother her who was weak.

That night, Ling Qing and Yu'er stayed outside, both of them pricked up their ears to listen carefully to the movements in the inner bedroom. Fortunately, everything was calm.

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Jiang Nanqiu woke up slowly when the sun just rose.

She was stunned for a long while before she realized that she was lying in the quilt of Qiulang Pavilion, with her trusted maid serving her closely beside her. Looking to the east, she saw Jing Anzhi standing next to the antique shelf and putting on clothes.

Jiang Nanqiu was stunned.

Normally, if Jing Anzhi stayed in the green gauze cabinet, he would change his clothes in the green gauze cabinet. But today, he changed his clothes in the inner bedroom, which meant that he slept in the inner bedroom last night.

Jiang Nanqiu felt that his limbs had regained some strength. When he was about to speak to Jing Anzhi, he saw her eyes full of tenderness. He only heard him say, "The Imperial City Department has some matters to deal with today. I will return home as soon as possible."