Chapter 22: Courting Death in Progress. The young master hit himself against the corner of the table, and…

“Father’s news is indeed very timely.” She said with a sneer.

Qingzhu Yard was basically all arranged by her, but the news still leaked out so quickly, which shows how much her own father ‘cares’ about her.

Usually, she wouldn’t say anything, but today was different. She was about to lose a child, her second child. Sadness filled her body, making her unable to remain as calm as usual.

Wang Gui smiled awkwardly and forcibly explained, “The patriarch, the patriarch just… casually overheard it.”

Judging from his expression, he should only know about the pregnancy, but not that the child ultimately cannot be kept.

Wen Zhaoyin shook her head. The fact that the child cannot be kept was something she just discussed with the physician on the way. If her father knew about it, that would be interesting.

She didn’t respond to Wang Gui’s words and strode towards the small courtyard, feeling more and more that her father was meddling too much.

When she walked into the small courtyard and saw Zu Jun standing in front of the door with a happy face, Wen Zhaoyin felt this feeling even more strongly.

No one likes to be manipulated, even by their own father.

“Zhaoyin, is that news true? Is Meng Huan really pregnant?” Zu Jun’s eyes were full of eagerness, and he walked faster than usual even with his walking stick.

Wen Zhaoyin walked into the room, then turned around and asked him, “Where did Father hear it from?”

Zu Jun was too happy to notice her slightly gloomy face, and continued to wave his hand with a smile, “Oh, never mind how I know, just tell me if it’s true or not?”

“Yes.”

Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Zu Jun was overjoyed, “Wonderful, wonderful! I just said a few days ago to make him a concubine, and he’s already pregnant. You say, this Meng Huan is also an interesting person, hahaha.”

“Although I didn’t like him very much at first, but he keeps his word. After he gives birth to the child, you should formally betroth him as a concubine.”

Wen Zhaoyin looked up at him, really wanting to say that whether to make him a concubine or not was her own business and didn’t require his interference, but the words reached her lips and she didn’t say them. Instead, she said, “No need, that child can’t be kept.”

She didn’t mention the wrong medicine harming the fetus or anything like that, only saying, “His body is weak and can’t hold the child. Let’s forget about this pregnancy and wait until later to talk about it after nurturing his health.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zu Jun’s face changed in a flash, “How, how can this be?”

“Even if his body is weak, it can be conditioned. I’ve never heard of a man who can’t hold a child. It must be a problem with the physicians. Why don’t we find a few more physicians to take a look…”

Seeing Wen Zhaoyin’s face looking really bad, his voice gradually faded. The two main members of the household didn’t speak, and everyone else held their breath. The room suddenly became so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

After a long time, Wen Zhaoyin, who had been lowering her eyes while sitting, looked up, supported herself with the armrest and stood up from the seat, “This daughter will not keep Father company to talk today. You just need to know about this matter, there’s no need to meddle in anything. Pei Lan will handle all matters related to Meng Huan.”

After saying that, she didn’t want to stay here any longer and turned to leave.

She had just walked out of the small courtyard when the usually calm and collected Pei Lan hurriedly ran over and said as soon as she saw her, “Young Master Meng, Young Master Meng had a miscarriage!”

“?!!”

Didn’t the physician say that although the damage from that medicine was great, the child would only die in the womb at five or six months? How could this happen as soon as she left?

Wen Zhaoyin strode towards Qingzhu Yard, frowning and asking as she walked, “What happened?”

But Pei Lan, who always answered when asked, didn’t say anything this time and only quickly followed behind her.

Sensing something unusual, Wen Zhaoyin felt her heart turning a bit cold. She asked her again, “Speak quickly, what exactly happened? Why did he have a miscarriage?”

Pei Lan rarely saw her mistress so serious and hurriedly said, “Young Master Meng hit his belly against the corner of the table.”

She paused for a moment and continued, “Several servants in Qingzhu Yard saw it. The young master hit himself against the corner of the table, and did it three times in a row.”

Wen Zhaoyin’s face almost darkened to the point of dripping water. She really didn’t expect that Meng Huan would actually do such a thing.

Did he not want this child that much? Or did he not want her child?

Hitting once wasn’t enough, he had to hit three times in a row. That was a child!

Pei Lan saw the dark clouds gathering on her face and knew it was not a good time to speak, but it concerned a life, so she still said into the cold wind, “The young master fainted from pain after hitting himself. His pants and skirt were all bloody. He just woke up and was in so much pain that he couldn’t even speak.”

“Should we… call the physician back?”

She had just sent the physician away, and as soon as she turned around, Wen Xi told her that something had happened. She went to ask about the situation and then ran to the small courtyard without even catching her breath.

Wen Zhaoyin had already reached the entrance of Qingzhu Yard at this point. She originally wanted to say not to call the physician, but then she heard the crying of the servants in the room and somehow agreed.

“Call, you go call the physician!”

Pei Lan turned and left, while she walked into the main room of Qingzhu Yard. Before she could even see the situation in the room clearly, a strong smell of blood hit her in the face.

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After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)

One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.

On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.

Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.

News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.

Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.

But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.

The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.

The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”

So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.

She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.

*

After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.

Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.

Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.

She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.

“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”

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