The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Wang Lingxiang is a man, even if he doesn't like Princess Qixia, he can still take concubines in the future. But Sister Yue will not feel any pain, if she marries the Sixth Prince, she will go to hell.

If it happened again, Jiang Nanqiu would still make the same choice. In her eyes, Wang Ruyue was a thousand times more important than Wang Lingxiang.

After Yue Jie'er's matter came to an end, Jiang Nanqiu focused on taking care of her pregnancy.

During this period, she also accompanied Wang to visit Ning Qingong's mansion.

Lord Ning and his wife were both reasonable people. They knew that Concubine Shen was determined to marry Princess Qixia to him this time. Even if it failed this time, she would find some other opportunity. It was hard to guard against.

Especially the Crown Prince Wang Lingxiang, who smiled and said to his aunt, "I don't have a sweetheart anyway, so it doesn't matter who I marry."

After hearing this, Wang couldn't help but shed tears.

Everyone knows that the Ningqin Mansion is highly valued by the court. And in this generation, the Ningqin Mansion has only one promising son, Wang Lingxiang. Wang Lingxiang's marriage contract is directly related to the future power of the Ningqin Mansion. But Concubine Shen interfered.

Now that the marriage has been decided, Wang can only go back to her parents' home more often to help arrange her nephew's marriage. She also hopes that Princess Qixia can put away her spoiled temper after marriage and live a peaceful life with Ling Xiang.

After all these messy things, Jiang Nanqiu had spotting one night. She quickly woke up Jing Anzhi who was lying beside her and said to him, "Master, go get the palace doctor."

Jing Anzhi was shocked and immediately sent someone to ask for the court doctor. The court doctor hurried over and carefully examined Jiang Nanqiu's pulse. In the end, he diagnosed that she was worried too much and hurt her body. He advised her to relax and stop worrying.

After hearing this, Jiang Nanqiu wiped away her tears silently, not knowing how to describe her guilt towards the fetus in her belly.

After the court doctor prescribed the pregnancy-maintaining medicine, Jing Anzhi walked to Jiang Nanqiu's side and coaxed her softly, "Stop crying. If you keep crying, the one in your belly will be distressed."

In fact, he was the one who felt the most distressed. Jiang Nanqiu leaned on Jing Anzhi's shoulder and called her with tears in her eyes, "Husband."

Just for this word, Jing Anzhi wanted to give her his heart. The two of them embraced each other in the night until Yu'er prepared the pregnancy-preserving medicine and brought it into the inner bedroom, interrupting their intimacy.

Jiang Nanqiu didn't dare to complain, and drank all the bitter soup. Jing Anzhi asked Aji to go to the small kitchen to get some candied fruit. For a moment, they were in a happy mood.

Aunt Rong sighed, "Fortunately it was just a false alarm."

It would really not be worth it if I harmed Jiang Nanqiu's unborn baby because of the matter between Sister Yue and Concubine Shen.

Since that night, Jiang Nanqiu stayed in Qiulang Pavilion to take care of her pregnancy, and would only visit Wang or Sister Yue every few days.

It wasn't until the fetus in her belly was three months old that she finally felt relieved.

When Jiang Nanqiu was not pregnant, she would share some of Wang's household chores, or help her with the accounts, or help her manage the servants' cards. But since she became pregnant, the heavy burden of household chores fell on Wang alone.

Wang did not want people from the second and third houses to interfere in the affairs of the mansion.

After a month or two of hard work, Wang became ill from overwork, and coupled with the recurrence of her husband's illness, she collapsed on the bed and could not get up. Jing Deshan was terrified and immediately sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial physician.

Doctor Li felt Wang's pulse and said, "Madam's gynecological illness has not been cured to begin with, and now she has developed a new symptom. If she cannot take good care of herself, I am afraid her life span will be shortened."

When these words came out, Jing Deshan was so scared that his face almost turned pale.

After sending Doctor Li away, Jing Deshan discussed with Wang, "You can't work so hard in the future. Either let Anzhi's wife take care of these household affairs, or hand them over to the second and third wives."

In Jingdeshan's eyes, wealth and money are not as important as Wang's safety.

But Wang didn't think so.

There were three branches in the Zhenguo Mansion. Except for their eldest branch, the second and third branches were all illegitimate. When the ancestor of the old family passed away, the Zhenguo Mansion would inevitably be divided. She had spent so much effort to accumulate and manage this huge family property over the years, how could she let the second and third branches take advantage of it?

Thinking of this, even though Wang was so sick that her limbs were weak, she still propped up her arms and said to Jing Deshan, "Let Anzhi's wife come to the official residence. Sooner or later, this family business will be handed over to Anzhi and her hands."

Jing Deshan had no objection, so at dawn the next day, Wang sent someone to call Jiang Nanqiu over.

Jiang Nanqiu looked much better these past two days. Wang said, "Since I'm sick, you'll have to take care of all these chores. You're pregnant, so don't overwork yourself. Remember to let Rong Mama take the lead in everything for you."

Jiang Nanqiu understood the deeper meaning of his mother-in-law's words.

The authority of the housekeeper and director cannot fall into the hands of the second and third wives.

Her aunt has gotten much better and is not incapable of managing the household, she just needs to be more relaxed.

In response to Wang's request, Jiang Nanqiu agreed solemnly.

That night, Rong Mama brought the account book to Qiulan Pavilion. Jing Anzhi had nothing to do, so he accompanied her to check the accounts.

"I also have a servant who is good at accounting. Let him help you with the accounting from now on." Jing Anzhi said.

In addition, with the help of Sister Yue and the assistance of Rong Mama and others, Jiang Nanqiu can feel more relaxed.

At night, Jing Anzhi spread the account book on the table and asked Yu'er to light a candle while he calculated the accounts stroke by stroke.

Jiang Nanqiu closed her eyes and rested. She opened her eyes from time to time to look at Di Jing Anzhi not far away. Seeing him sitting on the big kang by the window, concentrating on calculating the accounts, Jiang Nanqiu's mouth curled up into a charming smile.

She glanced at Jing Anzhi frequently.

Jing Anzhi, who was sitting on the kang by the window, also noticed the disturbing gaze and said, "I've been sitting here for two hours. My back and waist are sore. I wonder if there will be any reward." Jing Anzhi deliberately raised his voice and spoke to Jiang Nanqiu who was not far away.

Ling Qing and Ling Han tactfully moved out of the main house.

Only Jing Anzhi and Jiang Nanqiu were left in Lanyue Pavilion.

Jiang Nanqiu walked up to Jing Anzhi with a smile on his face and stared at him, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Jing Anzhi put down the wolf hair brush in his hand, and then reached out to hold her in his arms. With such a warm and soft beauty in his arms, he had no time to care about those boring accounts. One kiss after another fell on her fair neck.

His breath was warm and overbearing, putting Jiang Nanqiu in an unavoidable situation. After a few kisses, both of them were panting.

Jing Anzhi was concerned about her health, so he didn't dare to go too far and just stopped at the right time.

After a while, Jing Anzhi's eyes turned cold and he said, "If you don't manage the accounts, you won't know. Only after you manage the accounts will you know how greedy the second and third houses are."