The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

There was a hint of ruthlessness in her autumn-water almond-shaped eyes. She paused and continued, "I still remember that the Seventh Prince was already terminally ill and incurable. Your Majesty loves the Sixth Prince so much. If Princess Qixia did something that was against the royal family's dignity at the Sixth Prince's funeral, Your Majesty and Concubine Shen would not have the face to pursue it further."

To hit a snake, you have to hit it at its most vulnerable part. It would be better for the brother and sister, the Sixth Prince and Princess Qixia, to go to the underworld and abuse their power.

Jiang Nanqiu hated Concubine Shen, the Sixth Prince, Princess Qixia, and himself for being powerless.

Not only could she not protect Yu'er's life, but Yue Jie'er's marriage also encountered twists and turns again and again.

Even though the Eighth Prince was handsome and had a promising future, he might even help Sister Yue ascend to the highest position. But so what? Sister Yue was not a person who would curry favor with the rich and powerful, and she didn't care whether she could become the queen.

The third brother is a warm, honest and reliable person. He has been with Sister Yue for a long time and has just developed some vague feelings for her. But now he has to cut off these feelings abruptly. How can Jiang Nanqiu not feel regretful?

She looked at Xiao Yu in front of her coldly, hoping that if he really ascended the throne one day in the future, he would not be as heartless as the Sixth and Seventh Princes.

Xiao Yu took Jiang Nanqiu's words to heart and pondered for a moment. Putting aside the fact that she was a woman, he admired Jiang Nanqiu's intelligence and courage very much.

Not every woman in the inner house has the courage to express her plans and strategies in front of men.

"You said it very well." Xiao Yu cast an admiring look at Jiang Nanqiu, then looked at Jing Anzhi and said, "You married a good wife."

Once these words were spoken, things went much better afterwards.

After seeing off the Eighth Prince, Jing Anzhi brought Jiang Nanqiu to the desk and showed her the farm and shop he had bought in Minyang and the silver bills he had kept in his hometown in Minyang.

This is Jing Anzhi’s backup plan.

What if... What if the Eighth Prince is defeated in the future, he will try to save Wang and Jiang Nanqiu's lives. This amount of money will be enough for them to live a worry-free life for the rest of their lives.

Jiang Nanqiu knew everything Jing Anzhi did behind his back.

She was touched, but because she was filled with hatred and indignation, this touch of emotion was fleeting. Jiang Nanqiu smiled faintly and said, "I used to think that if I married a good man, I would have a stable life. I didn't expect that people would encounter different problems at different stages, and troubles and sufferings would only follow one after another."

Although she tried her best to appear calm and composed, there was a hint of sorrow lingering between her brows.

Jing Anzhi was also upset by these waves of events. He was more concerned about Jiang Nanqiu's mood than his own fatigue.

He knew that Jiang Nanqiu was heartbroken over Yu'er's death, and he also knew that she felt guilty for not being able to stop Wang Ruyue from marrying the Eighth Prince.

Unfortunately, he had no way to kill the Seventh Prince and Rong Menghan with one blow, so he could only wait for the opportunity.

As long as I remain firm in my resolve and work together with the Eighth Prince, I will be able to avenge his wife sooner or later.

Compared with the painstaking planning of Jiang Nanqiu and Jing Anzhi, the atmosphere in Ning Qinhou's mansion was much more harmonious.

After Princess Qixia married Wang Lingxiang, she humbled herself and devoted herself to being a good wife and mother. Marquis Ning and his wife respected her very much.

Now, she had planned to bring the Eighth Prince as a son-in-law to the Ning Marquis's mansion, which made Ning Marquis even happier.

In the past two days, the wife of Ning Qinhou took Princess Qixia to Long'an Temple to chant scriptures and pray for blessings. She seemed to love and pamper this princess as if she were her own daughter, and she only hoped that she could give birth to a legitimate son for Wang Lingxiang as soon as possible.

Wang Lingxiang was born with extraordinary bravery and was also gentle and amiable. After spending a few days together, he gradually won the heart of Princess Qixia.

Seeing that her daughter was living a very comfortable life after marriage, Concubine Shen gradually felt relieved and often advised Princess Qixia to observe the virtues of a woman.

What was incompatible with this happy event was the Sixth Prince's illness.

Ever since he was diagnosed by the imperial physician at the beginning of last year that he would not live long, Concubine Shen cried and made a fuss, and sent almost all the rare medicinal herbs to the Sixth Prince's mansion.

But no amount of medicinal herbs could save the Sixth Prince's life.

He was now lying on his bed, dying, and needed help from his personal attendants when eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, just like a dead person.

Besides, he was no longer conscious at all. Now that so many precious medicinal herbs had been wasted, he was just hanging on to his life in vain.

Concubine Shen was so sad that she didn't allow the palace maids in Xianfu Palace to eat meat for the past few days. She also withheld a month's allowance from the servants, saying that she wanted to recite sutras and pray for the Sixth Prince.

The palace maids and eunuchs were so angry that they cursed the Sixth Prince several times in private, hoping that she would die soon.

Perhaps the curses of the palace maids and eunuchs took effect. One night, when the Sixth Prince was drinking ginseng soup, he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of pus and blood. The blood was turbid and the stench was so terrible that the palace maids around him were scared to death.

The imperial doctors arrived at night, and Concubine Shen also came in search of information.

The Sixth Prince didn't even have time to wait for the imperial physician to see him, and he died lying on the bed.

Concubine Shen cried incessantly. Emperor Zhang of Han arrived late and saw the tragic death of his son. He could only hold Concubine Shen in his arms.

The Sixth Prince's funeral banners and coffin had already been prepared.

The eunuchs mourned the death of the Sixth Prince, and the Seventh and Eighth Princes rushed to Prince Liu's mansion.

Princess Qixia also rushed to Xianfu Palace where Concubine Shen was, crying. At this time, Concubine Shen was helped by the palace maids to change into mourning clothes, while she looked at Princess Qixia with tears in her eyes.

"Mother, I'm so sad."

Concubine Shen came forward and held Princess Qixia's hand. The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, feeling heartbroken over the death of the Sixth Prince.

About a quarter of an hour later, the mother and daughter rushed to the funeral hall of the Sixth Prince.

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion also received the news of the Sixth Prince's death. Jing Deshan and Jing Anzhi went to the Sixth Prince's Mansion first. Although Jiang Nanqiu was pregnant, she had no choice but to go there in a sedan chair.

The prince's funeral should not have been held with such a grand ceremony.

However, because Emperor Zhang of Han particularly doted on the Sixth Prince, the people below were forced to mourn with him for the Sixth Prince's death.

Jiang Nanqiu deeply hated the Sixth Prince, but he still had to force himself to go to his mourning hall and put on a show.

The only thing that allowed her to suppress her disgust was that she wanted to watch Princess Qixia's fate from a distance.

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion did not have much contact with the Sixth Prince on a daily basis, so the group could only stand outside the mourning hall.

Jing Anzhi was concerned about Jiang Nanqiu's health. As the night deepened, some cold fog rose up around them, so he took off his cloak and put it on her.

Jiang Nanqiu just shook her head and said, "I already have one." She was already wearing a fox fur cloak, and with this one on, she looked like a chubby snowman.

Fortunately, Emperor Zhang of Han and Concubine Shen were too busy grieving to pay attention to what was happening outside the mourning hall.

In front of the mourning hall, Princess Qixia burst into tears because of the death of her brother.

Wang Lingxiang, Princess Qixia's husband, also stood beside the nanny to mourn.

Soon, Concubine Shen saw that her daughter's eyes were red and swollen like rotten peaches from crying, and her whole body was trembling and bloodless. She felt very sorry for her. She asked the maids to help Princess Qixia go to the second room to rest.

Jiang Nanqiu seemed to be indifferent, but she was paying close attention to every move here. Seeing this, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched tightly involuntarily.