The days passed by like water, and the end of the year soon came.
Wei Yan has been staying in the palace and has never returned home for more than a month. The same goes for New Year's Eve. I only sent Tiandong back with a letter. The feeling of guilt is evident between the lines.
"Ah Shu, I'm sorry. As soon as you married me, you had to stay alone in the empty boudoir. The emperor's condition has not improved, and it is really difficult for me to escape and return home. This New Year, only Ah Xiao will accompany you..."
Next, Ling Ling talked about the situation in the palace.
The chronic poison in Anwang is very overbearing and has no cure. After King An suffered for several days, he starved to death. I heard that the death was very miserable.
Both the prince and the emperor fell ill, and the emperor's grandson ordered that King An be buried. The prison leader who poisoned King An that day was executed by the nine tribes.
As for the culprit, King Yan, the emperor's grandson did not order any punishment, but only ordered people to reduce King Yan's meals by 70%. Not having enough to eat all day long, feeling hungry and uncomfortable, King Yan didn't have the energy to do anything else even if he wanted to.
When Ling Jingshu saw this, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
The Emperor's grandson's skill was really powerful. Not only did he punish King Yan, but he did not let the blame slip.
King Yan is now in prison. It is not difficult for the emperor's grandson to kill King Yan. As long as the arrangements are made properly, there is no need to do it himself. But if he really did this, the emperor would inevitably become suspicious if he knew about it. It would be better to keep King Yan alive as he is now. Wait for the emperor to wake up before making a decision.
That condensed and proud boy has really matured and grown up. Enough to take on the heavy responsibility on your shoulders!
Ling Jingshu's thoughts quickly moved away from the emperor's grandson, and she lowered her head to read the letter.
"The emperor's illness is very difficult and cannot be cured. If he is properly nursed back to health, he may be able to live for two more years. It has been less than a year since the eldest sister was enthroned, and her foundation in the palace is unstable. I will try my best to extend the emperor's life. From now on. I'm afraid I have to live in the palace forever and won't be able to go back to accompany you often. Ah Shu, I'm sorry."
Fool, what are you saying sorry for
Queen Wei is his most beloved eldest sister, and now she is also her relative. Of course she hopes that Queen Wei will gain a stable foothold in the palace.
Ling Jingshu finished reading the letter, sighed, and quickly wrote a reply for Tiandong to take back to the palace.
After finishing all this, Ling Xiao happened to come over.
With Ling Xiao accompanying me and Bai Yu Qiaoyun by my side, this New Year was not too lonely.
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After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the emperor's condition showed no improvement.
The prince's health gradually improved, and he began to attend court again. The pressure on the emperor's grandson suddenly eased a lot, and he began to enter the palace again to wait for his illness.
The Crown Princess also lives in the palace now. When she meets the Crown Prince, she will inevitably say a few words: "Ah Yao, after the New Year, Nian'er is already two years old. It's time for you to remarry. Our Prince's Mansion is very thin. Now there is only Nian'er. It is right for you to marry a wife, have more children, and spread the branches of the Yang family... "
The emperor's grandson, who used to be deaf to her, listened silently for a moment and suddenly responded: "My mother-in-law is right. I really should remarry."
The Crown Princess did not expect to convince her son so easily. She was so surprised and happy that she was speechless: "Are you really willing to remarry?"
The emperor's grandson nodded calmly.
The Crown Princess was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, this is great. Tell me what you like quickly. I will choose a suitable lady from a famous family for you."
As he spoke, he quickly calculated in his mind.
The daughter of the Minister of Justice? No, the appearance is too ordinary.
The third lady of Pingyuan Hou Mansion? No, not smart enough.
No matter what, you have to choose someone who is both talented and beautiful, not weaker than Jiang Rongyue. However, I'm afraid it's not easy to choose someone with better looks than Ling Jingshu...
The emperor's grandson didn't know or care about the princess's little hidden thoughts.
The woman I like is already married and has no fate in this life. His wife, who once loved him deeply, passed away. Does it matter who you marry next
As long as the Crown Princess looks pleasing to the eye and has a gentle temper, that's all.
As for heirs, of course there will be more in the future. However, no matter how many heirs there are, they can never surpass Nian'er.
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The Crown Princess was overjoyed by the Emperor's grandson's resignation, and soon the news spread that he was planning to select the Crown Princess. A lady from a well-known family who thought she was qualified to compete for the title of concubine was inevitably moved by the news and felt secretly happy.
This news quickly spread in the capital.
Even Ling Jingshu, who stayed in the mansion all day, learned about this from the maids' chat.
It has been nearly two years since Jiang Rongyue passed away, so it is natural for the emperor's grandson to remarry. Ling Jingshu thought to herself, but didn't pay attention to this. She lowered her head and started sewing again.
What was embroidered in her hand was a small light green bellyband.
The bellyband is very small, not much bigger than a palm. There are some cute little animal patterns carefully embroidered on it.
Bai Yu also accompanied her while doing needlework, and said: "Miss, this needlework is most harmful to the eyes. You'd better rest more! Just let the slaves do it. The craftsmanship of the embroiderers in the house is also very good."
Ling Jingshu pursed her lips and smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I know my own body best. I have nothing to do, just do some sewing to pass the time. I won't tire myself."
"There are many ways to pass the time. Please bring some leisure books over here." Qiaoyun neatly brought over a pile of leisure books.
Ling Jingshu couldn't resist the kindness of the maids, so she had to stop sewing with a smile, picked up a random book and started reading.
It has been more than two months since they got married, and her menstrual period has not come yet.
Last month, she had a vague premonition and kept silent. It was not until a few days ago that she invited a doctor, and sure enough, she was diagnosed with a happy pulse.
It's a pity that Wei Yan is still in the palace and has not returned home. He doesn't know that he is going to be a father.
Ling Jingshu caressed her lower belly, which had not yet swollen, and a gentle and light smile appeared on her slightly drooped face.
Bai Yu couldn't help but said: "Miss, you are happy. Please send someone to the palace to deliver such good news! The queen must be very happy when she hears it. She will ask me to go back to the palace if she doesn't want to!"
Only three days after getting married, Wei Yan was summoned to the palace. I haven't been back to my hometown for more than two months.
The young lady is really pitiful. She has to stay alone in her empty boudoir as soon as she gets married. Now I am pregnant and my husband is not with me.
Ling Jingshu saw Bai Yu's angry face and couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry yet. When the pregnancy is three months old and the fetus is stable, it won't be too late to send someone to send a letter to the palace."
In the warm afternoon, the master and servants sat under the tree, whispering among the birds and the fragrance of flowers.
Outside the courtyard gate, Wei Yan, who was hurrying back from the palace, was striding over. Before he could reach the door, he couldn't wait to shout: "Ah Shu, I'm back!"
It's Wei Yan!
He's finally back!
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Ling Jingshu's heart trembled and she stood up.
The handsome man who walked quickly under the sun strode up to her with an eager look on his face and pulled her into his arms: "Ah Shu, it's me, I'm back."
Tears welled up in Ling Jingshu's eyes, and the grievances she had suppressed for more than two months suddenly emerged. She choked and said, "You have been gone for so long, and you still know how to come back."
She disappeared three days after her wedding. She lived alone in the empty and deserted Wei Mansion. How could she not be lonely? If Ling Xiao, Bai Yu and the others weren't with them, life would have been even more difficult.
Wei Yan listened to the intermittent sobs in his pregnancy, feeling guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect so many things to happen suddenly. I am in the palace, but I am thinking about you every day..."
He didn't know how much he wanted to come back to see her. But until the emperor is out of danger, he, the imperial physician, will have no time to spare. Even if Queen Wei was his eldest sister, she would never dare to let him out of the palace at such a critical time.
Even if Wei Yan didn't say it, Ling Jingshu knew it very well and could understand it. It's just that no matter how generous you say, there is always something unpleasant in your heart.
Bai Yu and Qiao Yun looked at each other and retreated with tacit understanding. This world is left to the newlyweds who have been separated for more than two months.
Ling Jingshu nestled in Wei Yan's arms and cried for a long time before she gradually stopped.
Wei Yan lowered his head, wiped her tears carefully, kissed her forehead lovingly, and then moved it to her lips lingeringly. For the first time in her life, Ling Jingshu put aside all her reserve and kissed Wei Yan outside the house, making them inseparable.
Wei Yan soon became unbearably hot, and his big hands flexibly climbed up to her soft chest.
His hand was grabbed.
"It's nonsense again!" Ling Jingshu blushed intoxicatingly and stared at him coquettishly: "Don't even look at where this place is."
Wei Yan's eyes were deep and his breathing was rapid: "Let's go back to the house."
You don't have to think about what you are going to do when you go back to the house.
Ling Jingshu suddenly smiled and said nothing. She just took his big hand and placed it on her flat belly.
Wei Yan was stunned and looked at Ling Jingshu doubtfully: "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick in your stomach?"
Ling Jingshu laughed: "Idiot! Fortunately, you are still an imperial physician!"
Wei Yan was stunned again, and it took him a moment to react. He looked at Ling Jingshu's belly in disbelief, and he was speechless: "Are you, are you pregnant?"
It's rare to see Wei Yan looking so stupid.
Ling Jingshu couldn't help laughing, and simply stretched out her right hand: "Come and check my pulse, then everything will be clear."
Wei Yan studied medicine since he was a child, and he diagnosed the pulse of countless people. This time, it was the most nervous and exciting time in his life. Even the fingers on Ling Jingshu's wrist were trembling slightly.
He forced himself to restrain his excitement and concentrated on diagnosing his pulse.
It is indeed a happy pulse!
She was pregnant with his child. They are going to have a baby!
Wei Yan took back his hand and lowered his head to look at her. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. His eyes gradually shone with water, and he actually cried with joy.
"Wei Yan, we are going to be parents." The corners of Ling Jingshu's eyes were also a little moist, and her voice was full of tenderness: "Are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy." Wei Yan didn't dare to exert force, hugged her gently, and whispered in her ear: "Ah Shu, I'm so happy. I'm still feeling dizzy even now. "
He had long been prepared to live alone. Before meeting her, he thought he would live alone and lonely for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, God did not treat him lightly. Gave him Ling Jingshu.
He has a beloved wife and will soon have children of his own.
At this moment, he is the happiest man in the world.
He held her hand.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
… (To be continued)