The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Rong Ma nodded dejectedly and told all the secrets buried in her heart, "At the beginning, my eldest aunt corresponded with the eldest son of the Rong family, and the two families even exchanged tokens. Unfortunately, the Rong family was ransacked the next day, but the token was not damaged and was still in Rong Menghan's hand."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Jing Zhaoyue spoke up for Rong Menghan. It turned out that Rong Menghan had a huge handle in his hand.

It seems that Rong Menghan has some abilities.

After thinking about it, Jiang Nanqiu put away his surprise and said to Aunt Rong with a smile, "Thank you for your advice, Aunt."

At dusk, Jing Anzhi returned to Qiulan Pavilion as soon as he finished his shift. Jiang Nanqiu was sitting on the Luohan couch doing needlework, and when she heard Jing Anzhi returning home, she went out to greet him with a smile.

Jing Anzhi had been busy all day, and all his fatigue disappeared in an instant when he saw Jiang Nanqiu's smile.

He smiled, held Jiang Nanqiu's hand, and asked her about her daily life.

Jiang Nanqiu answered them one by one.

Jing Anzhi glanced at the needlework on the couch and said, "Just let the embroiderer do the needlework. Why bother yourself?"

Jiang Nanqiu could only say shyly, "I want to make a fan cover for you myself."

Jing Anzhi was naturally very happy to see her sewing with her own hands.

He stood in front of Jiang Nanqiu with his bright eyes bent, his eyes full of affection like a spring water. Jiang Nanqiu took off Jing Anzhi's official uniform as usual and helped him change into comfortable home clothes. The two had dinner together.

After dinner, Jiang Nanqiu saw that he had no intention of going to Lanyue Pavilion, so he mentioned Jing Zhaoyue with a smile.

"Eldest sister-in-law and the prince are very similar."

Jing Anzhi just smiled faintly and said, "Family members will naturally have some similarities." Just with this casual remark, Jiang Nanqiu was already worried.

She could tell from Jing Anzhi's tone that he and Jing Zhaoyue were very close, and it seemed that they had a very harmonious relationship as siblings. In this case, she could not underestimate Jing Zhaoyue any more.

After the maids cleaned up the leftovers on the pear blossom wooden table and left Qiulan Pavilion together, Jing Anzhi's eyes, filled with eagerness and desire, fell on Jiang Nanqiu.

He made no secret of his purpose. He took a step forward and walked up to Jiang Nanqiu. He grasped her slender waist with his slender jade fingers and was about to give her a kiss filled with a strong and hot breath.

Jiang Anqiu dodged to the side, shyly and apologetically avoiding Jing Anzhi's kiss, "I'm having my period, I'm afraid I can't serve you." Just as Jing Anzhi finished speaking, before he had time to feel disappointed, he heard Jiang Nanqiu add, "Why not let Jasmine serve you? She is beautiful and smart, she will definitely serve you very comfortably."

In an instant, the inner bedroom became icy cold.

Jing Anzhi suddenly loosened his hold on Jiang Nanqiu.

He had a cold face and distanced himself from Jiang Nanqiu. Inexplicably, waves of anger rose up in his handsome face.

"Are you going to send me to some other woman?"

Jiang Nanqiu didn't understand why Jing Anzhi was so angry.

Could it be that she asked Jasmine to serve him? But why should he be angry? He already had Rong Menghan, a beautiful concubine. Adding Jasmine was not a big deal.

Could it be that he dislikes magic's origin and appearance?

Jiang Nanqiu patiently explained to Jing Anzhi, "Moli is Rong Mama's biological daughter. Not only is she beautiful, but she also knows all the rules and etiquette."

Unexpectedly, the gloom on Jing Anzhi's face became even more intense.

He stared coldly at his obedient and gentle wife not far away, feeling depressed, as if he had punched cotton. He knew his heart and understood that he had fallen in love with Jiang Nanqiu and wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. How could he have known that Jiang Nanqiu would push Jasmine out to serve him when she was not feeling well? It was good that she was so virtuous, but Jing Anzhi was not happy at all. He would rather Jiang Nanqiu be jealous and fight for him, at least this would prove that she had a place for him in her heart.

There is no woman in this world who loves her husband deeply and is willing to give her husband to someone else. Jiang Nanqiu did this because she didn't care about herself.

After Jing Anzhi realized this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, without even looking at Jiang Nanqiu, and turned away into the misty and cold night.

Jing Anzhi originally intended to explain to Jiang Nanqiu that Rong Menghan had drugged him that night. But before he could finish his words, she slapped him coldly.

Jing Anzhi was filled with a cold anger. Aji and other servants who served him did not dare to step forward and ask him a few questions. They could only watch his back as he walked into the study.

"I haven't been this angry in a long time." Aji said to Aping with a frightened look on his face.

Ah Ping curled his lips and said, "Maybe he had a few arguments with his wife."

The two servants were afraid that Jing Anzhi's anger would affect them, so they hid outside the courtyard and discussed who would go into the study to serve.

Just as the two were discussing in a low voice, Yanhong had taken advantage of their unpreparedness and walked into the courtyard where the outer study was located. She walked along the walls and the hanging flower gate all the way, not daring to hold a lamp, and tried to make her footsteps as light as possible.

She finally reached the corridor in front of the study, and when she looked up, she saw that there was no servant guarding the study. She was immediately overjoyed, "God is really helping me."

Yanhong had served in Qiulan Pavilion for so long, but she never had the chance to serve Jing Anzhi up close. The lady had no intention of promoting her to be a maidservant. Yanhong could only look for opportunities on her own.

Jing Anzhi, who was supposed to stay at Lanyue Pavilion tonight, left in a rage. Yanhong felt that she had a chance, so she quietly followed him to the outer study. At this time, she took a few deep breaths, and then mustered up the courage to push open the door of the study.

The study was completely dark. Because there was no silver charcoal burning, there was a bone-chilling chill as soon as she entered the room. Yanhong cleared her throat, trying to make her voice as gentle as possible, and called out, "My Lord."

Jing Anzhi, who was sitting behind the desk, had a gloomy face because of anger. He had been a respected and favored child since he was born, and there were many girls who cried and made a fuss to marry him. Even though he liked Jiang Nanqiu, he couldn't let her despise his sincerity.