The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

As the night deepened, when the Seventh Prince and Jiang Nananqiu fell into a deep sleep, Rong Menghan turned over and got out of bed.

She walked to the window, opened it and looked out at the hazy night sky. The night sky swirled around her, and waves of coldness enveloped Rong Menghan.

Her eyes gradually darkened as she thought about Rong Menghan's due date. Calculating the time, she would be giving birth in more than two months.

Thinking of this, Rong Menghan lowered her head and looked at her extremely flat belly.

The imperial physician in the palace had examined her several times and said that she would never have children in her lifetime. As for why this was the case, the physician could not explain it.

Rong Menghan thought that it was probably Jiang Nanqiu's doing. She was very careful about what she ate, her clothes, and her shoes. Except for that purse.

Rong Menghan begged the imperial physician to keep the secret for her. The imperial physician accepted her money and did not tell the Seventh Prince about it. Rong Menghan spent a lot of money to have an outside doctor examine the purse. The doctor said that there was a bottle of musk from the northwest hidden inside. This musk was very precious and difficult to obtain. The medicinal effect was very strong. If a woman wore the purse for a long time, she might be infertile for life.

In this way, Rong Menghan could conclude that it was Rong Menghan who harmed her. She made herself lose the qualification to be a mother. But what about herself? She was pregnant with Jing Anzhi's blood, and lived safely to this day, and now she was about to give birth.

Rong Menghan's heart was filled with hatred that surged like the sea. Hatred took away all her rationality, leaving her empty body with only a beating heart. For example, although she was living in the mansion of the Seventh Prince with luxurious clothes and delicious food, she did not love the Seventh Prince at all. Every time she had sex with the Seventh Prince, she felt very tired. Every time she spoke to the Seventh Prince gently, she despised herself for being like this.

She had no choice. Without the protection and help of the Seventh Prince, she would never have been able to take revenge.

Now that Jiang Nanqiu is about to give birth, Rong Menghan will definitely try every means to make her die with two lives.

To do this, she had to come up with a perfect plan that could not afford to fail.

Rong Menghan stood in front of the window for a long time. Because she was in a daze, she did not notice that the Seventh Prince had stood up from the couch and walked to her side.

The Seventh Prince glanced at her elegant face which was filled with sorrow, and reached out his hand to hold her in his arms.

When the person in his arms turned cold, the Seventh Prince asked, "Meng Han, what are you thinking about?"

Rong Menghan was startled by the Seventh Prince's sudden touch, and then said, "I just can't sleep."

The Seventh Prince hugged her tighter, trying to flatter her coldness with his warm chest. He slowly said, "No matter what you think, I don't care. Just remember, never betray me."

After a pause, the Seventh Prince leaned over and kissed Rong Menghan on the lips. After the kiss, the Seventh Prince said, "As long as you stay by my side obediently, I will do as you wish and kill Jing Anzhi and Jiang for you."

After Princess Qixia's funeral, both the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and the Marquis of Ningqin's Mansion were peaceful for a while. After Wang's health improved, she took over the housekeeping duties from Jiang Nanqiu, allowing Jiang Nanqiu to rest assured and take care of the baby.

Jiang Nanqiu's belly was heavier, and she was not as mobile as before, always a little lazy. Jing Anzhi felt sorry for her and turned down many social events in the Imperial City Department.

After returning home from work, he went back to Qiulan Pavilion to chat with Jiang Nanqiu to relieve his boredom. The two maids Ling Qing and Ling Han saw that Jiang Nanqiu was always a little depressed during the day, and they were very anxious, and they always tried to make Jiang Nanqiu laugh in various ways.

Jiang Nanqiu, however, was in low spirits and there was no sign of a smile on his face.

Ling Qing and Ling Han couldn't think of a way to make Jiang Nanqiu happy, so they could only pin their hopes on Rong Mama. Rong Mama was an experienced person and knew that when a woman reaches the late stage of pregnancy, she would not only feel physically uncomfortable, but also have unstable emotions.

At first, Rong Mama thought Jiang Nanqiu was afraid of the pain of childbirth. After all, childbirth is like a journey through the gates of hell, and there are many women who died of dystocia in the capital. It is understandable that she would be afraid.

Therefore, Rong Mama gently persuaded Jiang Nanqiu, "Madam, just take the baby away and don't let the baby in your belly grow too big, so that it won't be too difficult to give birth in the future."

Jiang Nanqiu didn't take it seriously and just said "hmm" lightly.

It was only then that Madam Rong noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Nanqiu. She didn't see that he was afraid of the pain of childbirth.

Now Jing Anzhi has been promoted to Si Zheng, Wang's gynecological illness has also improved a lot, and the Zhenguo Mansion is thriving.

Why was her wife unhappy? Rong Mama was very careful and paid some attention to Jiang Nanqiu's daily life. Finally, she found some clues.

That day, Jiang Nanqiu was reluctant to close his eyes for a nap after dinner.

Rong Mama thought of asking Ling Qing and Ling Han to play a game of backgammon with her to relieve her boredom. Unexpectedly, Jiang Nanqiu would sit by the window on the kang, tears welling up in her almond-shaped eyes, looking at the brand new backgammon and saying, "When I was a child, my aunt also played backgammon with me."

As soon as these words were spoken, Madam Rong knew what was on Jiang Nanqiu's mind.

There is a folk saying that goes, "Only when a girl becomes a mother can she understand, know, and pity her mother." It means that only when a young girl becomes a mother will she understand the hardships of being a mother and begin to miss and cherish the memory of her mother.

Aunt Rong knew that Jiang Nanqiu's aunt was of humble origin and died suddenly at a young age.

She is about to give birth, and she must be missing her late mother very much. When Rong Mama realized this, she was also moved. The feeling of missing one's mother is hard to express in words, and the only thing they can do is to persuade her.

That's all. Because she missed her mother during her pregnancy, Jiang Nanqiu looked unhappy and had no appetite for the past few days.

But she didn't allow Madam Rong to tell Jing Anzhi about this.

Whenever Jing Anzhi came off duty, Jiang Nanqiu would change the gloomy look on his face and go to greet Jing Anzhi with a happy smile.

Jing Anzhi's heart was on her, but he still didn't see any clues. Later, Rong Mama couldn't stand it anymore, so she picked a time when Jiang Nanqiu was sleeping soundly and mentioned this to Jing.

"What I mean is that if Madam continues to be so depressed, it will not only hurt herself, but also the fetus in her belly. My Lord, you have to think of a solution." Madam Rong said earnestly.

Jing Anzhi felt guilty and uneasy after hearing this. As Jiang Nanqiu's partner, he did not notice his depressed mood, which was his dereliction of duty.

That night, Jiang Nanqiu forced a smile and talked to Jing Anzhi about Wang's illness.

"Mother is much better now, and father is very happy too. Yesterday he said he wanted to have a drink with me to celebrate."

Because Wang's health improved, the whole Zhenguo Mansion was full of joy. While speaking, Jiang Nanqiu stroked his bulging belly with a smile, and the whole person looked gentle and calm.

Jing Anzhi listened to her quietly.

His gentle eyes sparkled with dazzling brilliance, and he said, "Tomorrow, I will take you to Ryoanji Temple."

Jiang Nanqiu was stunned, and vaguely remembered that Jing Anzhi had some matters to deal with in the Imperial City Bureau tomorrow.

She said, "Tomorrow is not my day off."

Jing Anzhi reached out his hand, held Jiang Nanqiu's hand tightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Jiang Nanqiu also wanted to go to Long'an Temple. She missed her deceased mother and was separated from her mother by the distance between life and death.

As a living person, the only thing she could do was to go to Longan Temple to chant sutras and pray for her mother, wishing her to ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

After a long while, Jiang Nanqiu smiled at Jing Anzhi and said, "Okay."

At dawn the next day, Jing Anzhi took Jiang Nanqiu to Long'an Temple as promised.

There were not many pilgrims at Ryoan-ji Temple that day, so the couple went to the main hall together.

Long'an Temple has its own rules. If pilgrims want to chant sutras to pray for someone's salvation, in addition to donating incense money, they must also offer that person's hometown and name.

Jiang Nanqiu's birth mother was a slave, and she was raised to be a concubine after she gave birth to her. Although she was called a concubine, she was actually no different from a plaything. So she didn't know her mother's origin at all.

Poor mother, she wandered all her life and didn’t even have a proper name.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanqiu's eyes were filled with tears and he was about to cry.

She had never cried so much before, but now, whenever she thought of her mother suffering alone in the underworld, her heart felt as if it was placed in freezing ice.

Jing Anzhi felt pity, but also sensed that something was wrong.

It was really that Jiang Nanqiu's mood was too abnormal.