The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

"My mother loves me the most, so she is so angry. But my father said that Jiang was punished because she believed the slander outside."

The more Princess Qixia spoke, the more excited she became. At the end, tears even formed in her beautiful misty eyes.

She said to Jing Anzhi word by word, "In fact, I have already liked Brother Anzhi for a long time. At that time, my father was delayed by trivial matters and was unwilling to grant us a marriage, so Jiang Shi took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in."

Princess Qixia was very confident and domineering. She was certain that with her identity and status, Jiang would never be able to compare with her in her entire life.

Even though Brother Anzhi has some sympathy for Jiang, what does this sympathy mean in front of her, a girl of noble birth?

Just as Princess Qixia was looking at Jing Anzhi with affection, a cool breeze blew past and just brushed across his waterfall of black hair.

Jing Anzhi was originally a handsome and heroic man, and this gust of wind made him even more extraordinary. Princess Qixia looked at him like this, and her heart moved again. She was now full of love and had nowhere to vent it, but Jing Anzhi standing in front of her was unwilling to maintain even the most basic face.

Jing Anzhi had been wondering why Concubine Shen was targeting Jiang, but now that Princess Qixia had expressed her feelings to her, she understood Concubine Shen's intentions.

This mother and daughter were indeed extremely powerful. Unlike the humble Jiang family, they enjoyed the honor of being admired by everyone. Originally, they should have been nobles with great splendor, but because of their greedy, vulgar, and vicious hearts, they became mediocre and disgusting.

No wonder Concubine Shen had no connection with the Zhenguo Mansion, but she had to torture Jiang Nanqiu into this state. When Jing Anzhi thought of Jiang Nanqiu's pale and weak appearance falling in his arms, his heart was filled with resentment.

After thinking for a moment, Jing Anzhi sneered and said, "I am not worthy of the princess's favor. My wife is virtuous, intelligent, filial and respectful. I hope the princess and the concubine will stop thinking of opposing her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Anzhi withdrew his gaze with disdain, fearing that if he moved an inch closer to Princess Qixia's face, he would dirty his eyes. "If you continue to make things difficult for the Jiang family, you will be the enemy of the entire Zhenguogong Mansion."

After Jing Anzhi said this coldly, he walked past Princess Qixia resolutely and indifferently, mounted his horse and rode away.

Princess Qixia froze in place, tears welling up in her eyes. The pride in her nature prevented her from shedding tears. She raised her head stubbornly and watched Jing Anzhi leave calmly.

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In the past few days, Jiang Nanqiu has been resting peacefully in Qiulan Pavilion to recover from her injuries. Wang Shi took pity on her frail body and specially sent Rong Mama, who was most knowledgeable about pharmacology, to Qiulan Pavilion.

"Madame Rong is an elder by my side. Among all the maids, she is the only one who understands pharmacology and knows how to serve people the best. From now on, she will be by your side to assist and take care of you." Wang said to Jiang Nanqiu with a smile.

Jiang Nanqiu immediately put on an appearance of trepidation and hastily rejected Wang's kindness, "Madame Rong is an old lady who has served my mother for a long time. How can a daughter-in-law take away my mother's favor?"

Wang waved her hand, frowned for the first time, and said to her, "Why should we be so polite? Anzhi has already taken you to heart. Mother is waiting for you to add a child to our national martial arts."

Jiang Nanqiu no longer dared to refuse, and could only let Ling Qing and Ling Han go back to Qiulan Pavilion to clean up the house, and said to the maids, "Madame Rong represents our mother's face in our Qiulan Pavilion, you all have to listen to her and don't make trouble."

The maids all agreed.

For dinner that day, Jing Anzhi made a special detour to Li Lou and bought two plates of the most fashionable pastries in the capital.

These days, he always came to Qiulan Pavilion to accompany Jiang Nanqiu for dinner. If he saw that Jiang Nanqiu was eating less, Jing Anzhi would rush to the small kitchen and reprimand the maids there. In the past, the maids were respectful to Jiang Nanqiu because of Wang's face. Jing Anzhi's rage was mostly to save face for Jiang Nanqiu. After this day, the maids and servants all knew that the head wife of Qiulan Pavilion was the most favored by the prince, while Miss Rong of Lanyue Pavilion had lost favor and was afraid that she would never be able to make a name for herself in the future.

"It's just a small matter, why are you so angry?" Jiang Nanqiu sighed and personally brought the teacup to Jing Anzhi.

Jing Anzhi glanced at her and saw that she looked really depressed, so he changed his serious expression and said with a smile, "I'm afraid they won't take you seriously."

Madam Rong also joined in the fun and handed Jiang Nanqiu a glass of wine affectionately, saying, "Our prince has become caring now. Madam Rong is so generous that she will offer you a glass of wine."

Jing Anzhi didn't refuse and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

The dim candlelight cast a flickering shadow, and Aunt Rong gave Jiang Nanqiu an encouraging look.

Jiang Nanqiu understood, and with a red face, he walked into the inner bedroom first, and asked Yu'er to take out the thin bellyband from the box.

"Madam, would you like to change immediately?"

Jiang Nanqiu nodded, his cheeks flushed with an extremely uncomfortable blush.

After Jing Anzhi drank the glass of wine, he felt a burning flame running around in his body. He had nowhere to hide, so he could only follow his instinct and untie the outer shirt that was binding him.

The maids were all knowledgeable and aware that there would definitely be some noise in the inner bedroom tonight, so they quietly retreated to the corridor.

Yu'er and Ling Qing looked at each other, and both saw the same joy in each other's eyes.

In the inner bedroom separated by a wall, Jiang Nanqiu was only wearing a nightgown as thin as a cicada's wing. The nightgown was as thin as a wisp of smoke and could not cover the graceful and fair figure underneath.

She loosened her bun, letting her waterfall-like black hair hang loosely around her neck.

Jiang Nanqiu's appearance was already extremely beautiful, and the dim candlelight made her look even more enchantingly beautiful.