The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Gu Cui didn't know what went wrong with the medicine from the Western Regions. But her daughter had already taken this step, and there was no turning back.

If this matter fails, it will be a failure.

Thinking of this, Gu Cui's beautiful eyes flashed with a bit of reckless cruelty, "Whether you are married or not depends on your mouth." Gu Cui was smart for once, and found a sharp pair of scissors from Rong Menghan's dressing box. She couldn't bear to hurt Rong Menghan, so she cut her arm with the scissors, and immediately wiped the blood with a handkerchief. Then, she handed the stained handkerchief to Rong Menghan and said, "From now on, you are the prince's person. Are you still afraid that there will be no place for you in the Zhenguo Mansion?"

Rong Menghan looked at Gu Cui in astonishment, her eyes full of disbelief, "Gu Cui, you..." She walked forward worriedly to check the wound on Gu Cui's arm. Gu Cui smiled nonchalantly and said, "When the young lady pulled me out of the pile of dead bodies, I vowed to serve you for the rest of my life. Compared with your lifelong happiness, the pain I have suffered is nothing."

The Yuan handkerchief was stained with the pure blood of the woman, which was gorgeous and dazzling. Rong Menghan took the handkerchief handed to her by Gu Cui, and tears flashed in her eyes.

After a moment's contemplation, she saw the scars on Gu Cui's arm clearly, and finally understood her own heart again.

Now, she is an ant, and she will be trampled underfoot if she is not careful. Since this is the case, she should live more transparently and freely. Just like Jiang Shi of Qiulan Pavilion, while not looking down on her, she must also use some means to intimidate her.

She could no longer pretend to be noble, but had to hold on tightly to her last straw, which was Jing Anzhi.

Rong Menghan stood quietly in the dim inner bedroom, his eyes changing color constantly, and finally his hesitation and reluctance gradually revealed some determination to risk his life.

The next morning, when Jing Anzhi woke up, he felt a splitting pain in his head and half of his body was extremely stiff. He thought he was lying in Qiulan Pavilion, and there was nothing unusual on his face until he turned his head and saw Rong Menghan lying beside him.

He woke up immediately and got up from the bed almost at lightning speed.

Jing An was in deep shock, as if he couldn't believe that he would sleep with Rong Menghan. He had clearly decided to treat Rong Menghan as a brother and sister, and had not chosen a marriage that suited her. How could it suddenly come to this?

Rong Menghan, who was lying next to Jing Anzhi, also woke up because of his violent movements.

She opened her eyes lazily and slowly, glanced at the shock on Rong Menghan's face, and said with a smile, "Brother Anzhi, look what this is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Menghan took out a brocade handkerchief stained with blood and showed it in front of Jing Anzhi.

............

Jiang Nanqiu waited for Jing An in Qiulang Pavilion for a whole night, but not only did he not show up, he didn't even see the servant who came to deliver the message.

She and Jing Anzhi were in the midst of a passionate love affair, so naturally she would worry about his whereabouts. Moreover, during this period of time, Jing Anzhi treated her gently and considerately, and the two of them were very intimate with each other in private. Even trivial matters such as his going on duty and going off duty would be reported in detail to Jiang Nanqiu. In addition, when they consummated their marriage that night, they were so intimate with each other that they could not tolerate others, which always made Jiang Nanqiu have some extravagant hopes. She hoped that Jing Anzhi would belong to her alone, and hoped that they could be like those ordinary people, loving and staying together, and living a happy life together. In other words, she hoped that Jing Anzhi would not take a concubine, and would not bother with Rong Menghan of Lanyue Pavilion. She liked him a little in her heart, and she only hoped that he would have a place for her in his heart.

Jiang Nanqiu stood sadly beside the carved window, looking at the quiet night in the courtyard. At this time, Yu'er was walking from the corridor to the ear room, and it was a good opportunity to see her hazy figure. Yu'er immediately stopped and sighed for a while.

Tonight, the prince did not return to Qiulan Pavilion, nor did he send a servant to report his whereabouts to the lady. This cold attitude was in sharp contrast to his enthusiasm in the past few days.

Because Jiang Nanqiu was in a bad mood, Yu'er didn't dare to go into the house to disturb her, so she just waited for orders in the corridor outside the house.

About a quarter of an hour later, Rong Mama came back to Qiulan Pavilion in the thick night. Yu'er hurried over to greet her.

Madam Rong waved her hand and leaned forward to look at the scene in the main room. She immediately saw the figure and asked, "Madam, are you still waiting for the prince?"

Yu'er nodded.

Aunt Rong sighed with a pale face, "I don't know what tricks that bitch from Lanyue Pavilion used to seduce the prince to stay in her yard tonight."

This was bad news that came as a bolt from the blue for Yu Yuer and Jiang Nanqiu.

Seeing Yu'er looking very shocked, Rong Mama said, "I'll go into the house and talk to Madam. Go and make a bowl of soothing soup."

Yu'er agreed and watched Rong Mama walk towards the main house.

........

When Rong Mama walked into the main room, she deliberately slowed down her pace, but the subtle sound of her lifting the curtain did not escape Jiang Nanqiu's ears.

Jiang Nanqiu stood beside the sky-blue table, lost in thought and silent. Rong Mama came in and bowed to her, saying, "It's getting late, Madam, you should go to bed."

The answer to her question was met with even more silence. When Rong Ma was thinking about how to persuade Jiang Nanqiu, Jiang Nanqiu lowered his head and smiled softly, and asked, "Master, are you staying at Lanyue Pavilion?"

Madam Rong was so shocked that she forgot to reply for a moment.

But Jiang Nanqiu had already gotten the answer he wanted from Rong Mama's silence.

"Madam, don't be discouraged." Rong Mama Kaiou persuaded Jiang Nanqiu. Unexpectedly, Jiang Nanqiu walked up to Rong Mama with a smile on her face, her clear almond eyes full of tenderness like water.

"My master is a man who cherishes old friendships, and Miss Rong is so important to him. I understand it in my heart."

She was just feeling a little sad.

It can be seen that if you have unreasonable expectations, you will easily suffer a blow when you are happy.

Jing Anzhi is Jiang Nanqiu's husband, and also Rong Menghan's childhood sweetheart and lover with whom she shares a common purpose.

She overestimated herself.

"Madam," Rong Mama pitied Jiang Nanqiu's gentleness and docility, and said with emotion, "If a woman living in this inner house is bound by love, her future life will be nothing but tears."

When Madam Rong saw the disappointment in Jiang Nanqiu's smile, she knew that she had fallen in love with the Young Master.