The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

As soon as he approached the carriage, the guards blocked his way and asked him sternly about his purpose.

Aji explained his purpose and the guards led him to the carriage.

The sapphire yellow sedan chair lifted a corner of its curtain, and the voice of the nobleman inside was as clear as a spring, "Are you here to look for Rong Menghan?" No emotion could be heard from the seventh prince Xiao Yu's words.

Aji was completely confused and stood there in a daze for a moment.

"No, Your Highness, it is our prince who wants you to go to Long'an Temple. He said he has a great gift for you, and he asks you to come and see it with your own eyes."

There was silence in the sedan chair.

After a moment, Xiao Yu spoke, "I just met Rong Menghan and her maid on the mountain road here. There happened to be a group of assassins attacking them. I rescued them, and now they are on the carriage behind."

The seventh prince Xiao Yu once liked Rong Menghan, but Rong Menghan rejected this noble man.

This matter caused a great stir in the capital at the time, and everyone knew about it. Even Aji had heard about it.

At this moment, he was full of doubts, and he really didn't know why the Seventh Prince wanted to talk to him about this. He was Jing Anzhi's personal servant, and he only cared about Jing Anzhi's orders. So, Aji just respectfully repeated Jing Anzhi's words.

After a moment, the Seventh Prince smiled and said, "It seems that Jing Anzhi really doesn't care about Rong Menghan anymore."

So he ordered the guards to send Rong Menghan and his servant to the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, and he himself followed Aji's wishes and rushed to Long'an Temple.

Xiao Yu and Jing Anzhi were not close friends. The Duke of Zhenguo Mansion had always been reluctant to have close contact with the princes. To be honest, at first, Xiao Yu had no expectations for the gift that Jing had mentioned. It was not until he walked into the private room in the backyard of Long'an Temple and saw Xiao Tong, who was unconscious beside the bed, that Xiao Yu smiled meaningfully, "This Jing Anzhi is quite interesting."

The cold and lonely night lightly enveloped Jing Anzhi and Rong Menghan.

The whole Zhenguo Mansion was in a state of silence. In order not to disturb Wang who had already fallen asleep, Jing Anzhi specifically instructed the maids and servants as he carried Jiang Nanqiu to Qiulan Pavilion, "Be quiet and quietly invite the palace doctor to Qiulan Pavilion."

His face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of worry about Jiang Nanqiu.

An hour and a half ago, he rode his horse back to the Zhenguo Mansion from the outskirts of Beijing. As soon as he entered the mansion, he learned from Rong Mama that Jiang Nanqiu had stayed in Long'an Temple because of illness and had not returned to the mansion. Jing Anzhi did not hesitate for a moment and rode his horse to Long'an Temple. Who would have thought that he would meet the lustful and greedy Sixth Prince.

As Jing Anzhi walked towards Qiulang Pavilion holding Jiang Nanqiu, his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts. Finally, when he saw the pale and decadent face of the person in his arms, all these thoughts turned into deep guilt.

He was late.

Jing Anzhi kicked open the door of Qiulang Pavilion and carefully placed Jiang Nanqiu on the marble bed.

Soon, the court doctor rushed to Qiulang Pavilion and carefully examined Jiang Nanqiu's pulse.

There was silence in the inner bedroom.

Jiang Nanqiu, lying on the bed, closed her eyes. She frowned slightly, and her fair face was filled with the loneliness and weakness of surviving a disaster.

Jing Nazhi paced back and forth beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Jiang Nanqiu.

The court doctor felt uneasy when he was staring at her. After finally taking her pulse, he immediately stood up and said to Jing Anzhi, "Madam has been frightened and is a little uneasy. You need to prescribe a tranquilizer to calm her mind. As for the scar on her neck, it should be nothing serious."

After hearing this, Jing Anzhi felt a little relieved.

Jing Anzhi asked the maids to escort the palace doctor out of Qiulan Pavilion. After a while, Rong Mama came into the main room with the prepared tranquilizer. At this time, Jiang Nanqiu had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Perhaps because she had experienced a shock and was exhausted, she was physically and mentally exhausted. It was reasonable for her to fall asleep immediately after lying on the warm quilt, so Jing Anzhi did not suspect anything. He just dismissed Rong Mama, walked slowly to the bed, and stared at Jiang Nanqiu's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, his heart softened like a pool of spring water.

"Qiu'er." Jing Anzhi called softly.

Perhaps because Jiang Nanqiu fell asleep peacefully, Jing Anzhi could speak out his thoughts without any scruples.

"I've been fighting bandits in the suburbs of Beijing for a few days, and I've figured out one thing. Too many changes and incidents have happened between Rong Menghan and me. I don't know when I stopped thinking about her all the time. Maybe it was from the moment you rescued me from the jungle at all costs, or maybe even earlier."

Jing Anzhi laughed at himself and said, "If you were awake, I wouldn't know how to tell you what's in my heart. I'm just afraid that you will think I'm a fickle and heartless person." However, after laughing, his face returned to its initial sincerity.

Jing Anzhi continued to speak word by word, "Qiu'er, you are my legal wife who was married to me after three matchmakers and six engagements. From now on, we will only see each other, and there will be no one else."

"I will give you an explanation about Rong Menghan's matter."

After saying this, Jing Anzhi sat beside the bed in silence for a long time.

About a quarter of an hour later, seeing Jiang Nanqiu sleeping peacefully on the bed, Jing Anzhi called Yu'er, who had just woken up, into the inner bedroom and asked her to take good care of Jiang Nanqiu.

Yu'er's head felt very dizzy, and she somehow mustered the courage to ask Jing'an softly, "Where are you going, Master?"

Jing Anzi's face was calm, and his tone did not show any impatience, "I'm going to Lanyue Pavilion."

After saying this, he left Qiulan without looking back, leaving Yu'er with only his hurriedly departing back.

Yu'er was stunned for a long while, and couldn't help but mutter, "Madam is so sick, why does the prince still want to see Rong Menghan?"

Yu'er was so angry that she moved a stool to sit next to Jiang Nanqiu's bed and complained quietly, "What's so good about Rong Menghan? I think she is inferior to Madam in every way. I don't know what kind of magic potion she has given to the prince?"

As she was talking, Yu'er realized that her voice was a little loud and she was afraid that it would disturb Jiang Nanqiu, so she immediately fell silent. When Yu'er looked at Jiang Nanqiu on the bed with the dim candlelight, she saw that Jiang Nanqiu, who should have been fast asleep, was staring at her with his eyes open.