The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

It was precisely because he knew this and understood what Yu'er meant to Jiang Nanqiu that Jing Anzhi chose to return to the capital as quickly as possible.

The national martial arts was in a turbulent period during this period, and Jing Anzhi was really worried. Ling Qing and Ling Han, who were standing by, saw Jiang Nanqiu crying and couldn't help but shed tears. Only the maids who served him personally knew how much Jiang Nanqiu was suffering these days. Madam was loyal and righteous, which was a good thing for them.

"Madam, you must take care of yourself. The imperial physician said that you should not cry all the time." Ling Qing coaxed Jiang Nanqiu from the side.

After hearing this, Jing Anzhi also picked up the soft cloth to wipe Jiang Nanqiu's tears, "Don't worry, I will never let the murderer behind this go."

Having said this, Jiang Nanqiu no longer looked depressed.

The couple went to Tongyuan together. At this time, Doctor Zhuge had already taken Wanghaisi's pulse, and met Jingdeshan's expectant eyes, saying, "The Duke's wife's illness can be cured."

Even the imperial physician in the palace did not dare to speak so confidently when treating Wang. Jingde Shannan concealed his joy and only asked, "Please tell us in detail, doctor."

Doctor Zhuge bowed to Jing Deshan and said, "Women's diseases are mostly chronic and difficult to treat. If you just attack the heart fire, it will bring out many old symptoms. It is better to fight poison with poison. First use warming herbs as a guide, and then use strong medicine..."

Jingdeshan Ye knew a little about pharmacology, and was delighted to find that what Doctor Zhuge said was very novel and reasonable.

"There's no need to rush. The genius doctor must have been exhausted from the long journey. It's better to go back to the courtyard and have a rest." Jing Deshan's attitude towards Doctor Zhuge became more and more warm, even respectful.

Doctor Zhuge knew that he was eager to save his wife, and he had only respect for her in his heart.

Soon, Jing Deshan walked to Wang's bedside and, without the help of the maids, personally helped the thin and skinny Wang up from the bed.

Wang's face was weak and she had little strength. She could only lean on Jingdeshan's arms and talk to him weakly. Wang was not as bright and beautiful as before, and there was a strong smell of bitter medicine all over her body.

But Jing Deshan had a happy smile on his face, and his eyes were gentle as water. He spoke softly to Wang, "You will get better. Although Zhuge is young, he looks more calm than the doctors in the Imperial Hospital."

Wang forced a smile, with a faint light in her eyes.

"I am afraid that I will not be able to accompany the Duke forever."

Jing Deshan's eyes immediately turned red when he heard this. The Duke of Zhenguo, who was resolute and respected, immediately softened his tone, leaned over and kissed Wang's face, and said, "No, don't say stupid things."

This was the scene that Jing Anzhi and Jiang Nanqiu saw when they came to Tongyuan.

The two of them had originally planned to go visit Wang, but seeing this scene, they tactfully went to sit quietly in the ear room for a while.

After Jing Deshan calmed down, Jing Anzhi and Jiang Nanqiu went into the inner bedroom of Tongyuan to talk to Wang.

Wang hadn't seen Jing Anzhi for a long time. After finally waiting for her son to come, she held his hand and chattered a few words. After saying these words, she closed her eyes out of exhaustion.

Jing Anzhi felt bitter in his heart, but he just clenched his fists and smiled at Wang, "My son is fine, but mother, you have to take care of yourself."

After visiting Wang, Jing Anzhi took Jiang Nanqiu to the courtyard where Doctor Zhuge and Deng were.

Jing Anzhi had great respect for Doctor Zhuge, and Jiang Nanqiu also had some guesses in his mind.

After returning to Qiulan Pavilion, Jiang Nanqiu dismissed the maids and old women who were serving him, stopped smiling, and said to Jing Anzhi, "Master, take off your outer and inner clothes quickly."

Jing An was stunned, and a hint of discomfort appeared on his handsome face.

He avoided the subject and even said to Jiang Nanqiu with a joking smile, "It's not too late now, it's not a good idea to have sex in broad daylight."

Jiang Nanqiu's pale face sank, and she said with a sullen face, "I have no intention of playing with you."

Jing Anzhi was still hesitant, wondering whether to take off his clothes as Jiang Nanqiu said, when Jiang Nanqiu's hand had already reached his chest. The more he resisted, the more aggressive Jiang Nanqiu became.

In an instant, two three or four inch long hideous scars appeared in front of Jiang Nanqiu on his chest. Although the two scars were smeared with medicine, they still showed a shocking blood color because the injuries were too serious.

Jiang Nanqiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and his hands hung in the air, not daring to touch the wound on Jing Anzhi's chest.

"I know that the reason why you respect Doctor Zhuge so much is that you must have seen his extraordinary medical skills. If you hadn't been injured, how would you have had the opportunity to see these?"

Jing Anzhi tried his best to hide the scars on his body, but his wife was too smart to be deceived. As a last resort, Jing Anzhi could only confess, "It was the Sixth Prince's men. I don't know if he was crazy. He actually sent a hundred secret guards to assassinate me. Fortunately, your husband is a martial arts expert and did not lose."

He jokingly mentioned the thrilling incident on the road to Jiang Nanqiu, but Jiang Nanqiu would not allow him to brush it off so lightly, and asked him when and how he got injured.

Jing Anzhi answered all the questions one by one, and seeing the tears in her eyes, he walked forward and held her in his arms.

"It's just a minor injury. After so many days, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"How can it not hurt?" Jiang Nanqiu struggled to break free from Jing Anzhi's arms, being especially careful not to touch her wound.

Rather than feeling distressed, Jiang Nanqiu was more curious about why the Seventh Prince wanted to kill them all?

First it was Yu'er, then Jing Anzhi. Even if the Seventh Prince was in love with Rong Menghan, would a ruthless and status-hungry nobleman kill the people in the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion just to avenge a kiss for the woman he loved?

Besides, the Seventh Prince has not yet won the throne of Crown Prince. Even if he ascends the throne in the future, he cannot do without the support of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

What he did was simply not worth it.

Jiang Nanqiu hated the Seventh Prince and Rong Menghan and even wanted to drink their blood and eat their flesh. But after seeing the wound on Jing Anzhi's chest, she felt helpless again.

Seeing her worry, Jing Anzhi explained to her in a gentle voice, "The reason why the Seventh Prince wanted to kill me was because I surrendered to the Eighth Prince."