The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

After instructing Gu Cui, she slowly walked to the desk. She picked up a pen, wrote a letter, and then said, "Send this letter to the prince. He will definitely come to Lanyue Pavilion to see me tonight. Then the love potion will come in handy."

Gu Cui nodded, then walked out of the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion and took the pills from the Western Region merchant.

The vendor could speak fluent Central Plains dialect. Seeing how pretty and lovely Gu Cuisheng was, he gave her a few more instructions, "This medicine can easily make people comatose if taken too much. Be careful when using it."

Gu Cui agreed, hid the pill in her sleeve pocket, and then walked back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion carefully.

The spring scenery in Qiulan Pavilion is infinitely beautiful.

When Jing Anzhi woke up, he was naked and holding Jiang Nanqiu in his arms. He felt refreshed, and the memories of last night slowly came to his mind.

He remembered that he had taken advantage of his obedient wife, and he also vaguely remembered how Jiang begged him when she could no longer bear it.

Jing Anzhi felt regretful and lamented that he had gone too far last night.

He saw that Jiang Nanqiu in his arms looked extremely tired, so he carefully got up from the bed without any intention of waking her up.

Yu'er and Yu Lingqing were guarding the Mingtang. When they heard Jing Anzhi getting up, they stood behind the pearl curtain and asked, "Master, do you want to serve the meal?"

The two girls spoke in a low voice and did not wake up Jiang Nanqiu who was lying on the bed.

Jing Anzhi put on an outer coat, walked out of the inner bedroom and said to the maids, "Madam is still asleep, there is no need to serve food." He spoke in a low voice, but his clear voice was tinged with a sense of satisfaction.

Yu'er smiled and said, "Yes, we servants will only guard outside and will not go in to disturb Madam."

After Jing Anzhi washed and dressed, he walked towards the study room.

Yu'er's face was filled with the same joy as Rong Youyan's. She held Ling Qing's hand and said, "Who knows, our wife may be lucky enough to have a son this time."

At this time, Rong Mama also brought tea into the room and happened to hear Yu'er's words. Rong Mama was a strict person and had disciplined Yu'er, Ling Qing and Ling Han a lot in recent days.

But today, she praised Yu'er for the first time, "You are right. Our Madam is blessed by heaven. Good news is sure to come soon."

Qiulan Pavilion was bustling with activity, and Jing Anzhi's heart was filled with joy as he walked to the outer study.

If he was unsure of his feelings for Jiang a few days ago, then last night's sexual pleasure and the satisfaction and joy brought by their physical intimacy were enough to demonstrate his love for Jiang.

Perhaps it was the moment when Jiang rode her horse to the dense forest to look for him, or perhaps it was even earlier, that he fell in love with Jiang. Jiang was so gentle, well-behaved, kind-hearted and simple, and now she had firmly occupied his heart.

Jing Anzhi was just smiling and about to walk into the outer study to finish the unfinished business from last night when Gu Cui rushed out from the corridor, ran up to him, and handed him the letter.

"My Lord, this is the letter that the young lady asked me to give you."

If Gu Cui hadn't appeared suddenly, Jing Anzhi would have seemed to have forgotten Rong Menghan.

His mind was filled with thoughts of the Jiang family, so how could he remember Rong Menghan in the Lanyue Pavilion?

Jing Anzhi nodded indifferently with an aloof look, and had no intention of opening the letter immediately. He pretended to walk into the study.

Gu Cui stopped him with sobs and said, "Please contact me, my Lord. I really can't live any longer."

Life in the Zhenguo Mansion was easy and comfortable, and the allowances of Lanyue Pavilion were almost the same as those of Qiulan Pavilion. How could Rong Menghan not be able to survive such a rich and glorious life? Jing Anzhi frowned, glanced at Gu Cui coldly, and asked her, "What's wrong with your girl?"

Gu Cui replied with tears in her voice, "The prince will know as soon as he reads the letter." After saying this, Gu Cui lowered her head and cried to herself.

Jing Anzhi was not a cruel person. He and Rong Menghan had a harmonious relationship. Unfortunately, the world is changing like a passing cloud. At some point, Jing Anzhi's heart gradually moved closer to Jiang Nanqiu, and he also forgot about Rong Menghan. The reasons were complicated and difficult to explain, and even Jing Anzhi himself could not explain it.

The only thing that is certain is that Jing Anzhi is truly in love with Jiang Nanqiu now, and no one else can compare with Jiang Nanqiu.

As for him and Rong Menghan, the past was gone like smoke. They had no physical relationship, and he knew his heart, so he should make safe arrangements for Rong Menghan's future. Treating her as a brother and sister, and choosing a man with a good family background, appearance, and temperament as her husband, this was the best outcome Jing Anzhi could consider for Rong Menghan.

"I understand. You go back first." Jing Anzhi casually glanced at the letter in his hand. When he saw the beautiful and elegant handwriting on it, he felt quite emotional.

When he first met Rong Menghan, he was amazed by her handwriting. At that time, she smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Brother Anzhi's attainments in calligraphy are not as good as mine."

Gu Cui saw that Jing Anzhi still looked indifferent after reading the letter, and her heart was half broken. She did not tearfully tell Jing Anzhi about Rong Menghan's difficulties, but left the outer study room with tears in her eyes.

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The golden dusk fell into the courtyard of Lanyue Pavilion. An hour ago, Rong Menghan had rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a thin Baidie skirt. This skirt was the one Rong Menghan wore when she first met Jing Anzhi. Now it was almost midwinter, and Rong Menghan was so weak and helpless that even if there was a charcoal pot burning in Lanyue Pavilion, she would still shiver in the cold wearing only a skirt.

Gu Cui didn't dare to persuade her, she only dared to take the fox fur cloak from the antique shelf and put it on Rong Menghan.

The courtyard of Lanyue Pavilion was completely silent, with only the closed gate showing no signs of anyone visiting. Gu Cui's heart sank, and she saw Rong Menghan still stubbornly sitting on the imperial concubine couch, quietly waiting for Jing Anzhi to appear, so she swallowed the words of persuasion in her throat.

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Another half hour passed, and the sky gradually turned inky. The tightly closed courtyard door was finally pushed open from the outside. Rong Menghan immediately stood up from the chaise longue, her mind and eyes were pinched to her throat. After a while, Jing Anzhi walked into the main room of Lanyue Pavilion from the courtyard in the night.

The house was brightly lit. Rong Menghan's face was filled with joy, and at that moment, she seemed unable to contain the joy in her heart.

Jing Anzhi first glanced at the furnishings and utensils in the house, and saw that the servants did not neglect her because she had not come to Lanyue Pavilion for a long time. Therefore, Jing Anzhi knew that Rong Menghan's words of being unable to survive were mostly just to win his sympathy.