The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

The old woman said, "Young lady, don't worry. The maids will take you back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion first, and bring the palace doctor to Long'an Temple to check Madam's pulse."

The matter was based on the power of the court. The old woman was anxious and worried, as if she was really worried about Jiang Nanqiu's condition. She meant to let Rong Menghan return to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion first, and then invite the palace doctor to Long'an Temple.

Rong Menghan didn't want to waste time in Long'an Temple, so he nodded.

She sat in the carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels rolling, and thinking that it was still more than half an hour's journey from the temple to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, so she closed her eyes and slept for a while.

About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage reached a secluded place. The coachman in front suddenly pulled the reins, and he and the woman who followed the carriage looked at each other, then they both jumped off the carriage and fled towards the farm.

Gu Cui was also sleeping soundly. When she found the carriage stopped, she immediately drew aside the curtain to ask the coachman why. But when she opened her eyes and looked around, she only saw endless desolate mountains and wilderness. Where were the coachman and the old woman?

Gu Cui suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned around to wake Rong Menghan up.

"Girl, something happened." Gu Cui's voice was trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead.

Rong Menghan slowly opened his eyes and followed Gu Cui's instructions to look at the scene outside the car curtain. As expected, all he could see was a desolate and deserted place.

There are only bumpy mountain roads and lush forests full of solemnity and coldness. It is so desolate and uninhabited that it is really frightening.

Gu Cui called the names of the coachman and the two women, but received no response. On this wide mountain road, it seemed that only she and Gu Cui were riding in the carriage.

Rong Menghan's heart felt like it had fallen into a cold pond. If she still didn't realize that something was wrong, then she would have come to this world in vain.

At this moment, gusts of wind blew towards her face, making her hair stand on end and her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

She tightly grasped Gu Cui's hand, and the master and servant jumped off the carriage together, intending to run towards Long'an Temple. But suddenly, a sharp sword light appeared in the lush forest. In an instant, dozens of masked black-clad assassins came out of the dense forest with swords in hand, and their eyes, wrapped in a strong murderous intent, blocked the way for Rong Menghan and Gu Cui.

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At this time, Jiang Nanqiu was lying comfortably on the stone blue pillow in the private room. Yu'er, Ling Qing, and Ling Han were tasting the taste of the vegetarian food at Long'an Temple. The master and servants were chatting and laughing happily for a while.

Jiang Nanqiu took a nap peacefully, and when he woke up, the sun had already set.

Perhaps it was because Rong Menghan, the great threat to him, was about to be eliminated, Jiang Nanqiu felt a sense of peace and joy in his heart, and his every frown and smile was vivid and lively.

After dinner, Jiang Nanqiu went into the Buddhist temple and chanted sutras and prayed for his aunt who had passed away long ago, hoping that her first child would be born into a good family.

Nothing happened that night, so she chatted with the maids for a while before going to bed. Although the furnishings in the private room were relatively simple, Jiang Nanqiu was not a delicate person, so the night passed without any trouble.

Ling Qing and Ling Han slept in the next room, and only Yu'er slept in the private room where Jiang Nanqiu was.

The first half of the night was calm, but in the second half, there were gusts of wind blowing from the horizon. The sound of the wind was as loud as thunder exploding in the sky, and the sound was cold and fierce, which suddenly woke up Jiang Nanqiu who was lying on the bed.

Jiang Nanqiu called softly, "Yu'er."

Yu'er never sleeps very deeply, and she will wake up as soon as she is called.

But at this moment, no matter how Jiang Nanqiu called her, Yu'er, lying on the couch, was too tired to make any sound.

The wind outside was still howling. Jiang Nanqiu shrank her eyes and leaned over to reach for the dagger she had hidden under her pillow.

The dagger was small and sharp. With just the right amount of force, the sharp blade could easily cut a person's throat.

Jiang Nanqiu calmed herself down before sitting on the bed. Then, she heard a very light sneer from behind the bamboo curtain.

That laughter was like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, finally locking onto its prey, making people break out in cold sweats for no reason.

"Who is it?" Jiang Nanqiu looked serious, his chin too high to show any fear.

The person standing behind the door curtain finally took a step forward.

In the dim night, his handsome, cold and gloomy face was revealed.

After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Jiang Nanqiu couldn't help but get excited and just gripped the dagger in his sleeve pocket even tighter.

"Why is the Sixth Prince here?" Jiang Nanqiu asked with a trembling voice.

Xiao Tong curled his lips and smiled, with mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.

"I hate women who act dumb the most. Madam Jing, if you are so weak as to accept my request, you may still have a life." Xiao Tong's cold and malicious eyes moved closer to the bed where Jiang Nanqiu was.

Every step he took on the bluestone floor tiles was extremely slow, as if he was enjoying Jiang Nanqiu's fear.

How could he not be happy when he was about to dismember and devour such a delicious and delicate prey?

In an instant, Jiang Nanqiu's back was pressed against the wall of the bed.

She had no retreat.

Xiao Tong stood in front of her like a mountain, his eyes wantonly wandering over her graceful figure, "What do you think, Madam Jing?"

His tone was brisk, strangling Jiang Nanqiu's self-esteem like a slow torture.

If she wanted to live, she had to serve him humiliatingly. The violent and cruel prince looked at her without any respect for her as a human being, as if she was a plaything, a porcelain to be played with.

Jiang Nanqiu struggled in the world and worked hard in the Zhenguo Mansion. She was filial to Wang, respected Jing Nazhi, and fought secretly with Rong Menghan. Everything she did was just to make herself live with dignity and respect.

So, how could she be willing to commit herself to the person in front of her?

Regardless of whether this gloomy and cruel prince would use terrible tricks to torture her, if he really succeeded, the position of the prince's wife that she had worked so hard to get would also disappear into thin air. So Jiang Nanqiu made up his mind not to speak, but just avoided Xiao Tong's gaze, and the driver took action.

However, during this long wait, Xiao Tong ran out of patience.

He glanced at Jiang Nanqiu with interest, then stretched out his big hand to grab her ankle. He only used a few percent of his strength, and the struggling Jiang Nanqiu was dragged under him.

He held Jiang Nanqiu's hands and feet tightly, and asked her coldly, "Madam Jing, are you refusing to accept my toast and drinking a forfeit?"