Chapter 45: Let Them Search, I Believe My Wife Won’t Do Such Things

“Want more?” She raised her eyebrows slightly, implying that she was going to review again.

Meng Huan shook his head. After becoming the husband in a female-dominant world, his needs in this area were actually okay. One or two times were enough. Any more and he would really be tired.

After tidying her clothes, Wen Zhaoyin helped him sit up. “Then let’s get up and eat.”

He whined and didn’t want to move. “I’m sleepy. I want to sleep.”

Seeing how uncooperative he was, Wen Zhaoyin raised her hand and tugged at her sash. “Alright, let’s sleep then.”

“I suddenly feel hungry! I want to get up and eat!”

He was really not good at being teased. She withdrew her hand that was tugging at the sash, helped Meng Huan put on a robe, and then supported him to get up and finish the meal.

When the two of them were together, they would always uncontrollably eat each other before eating the meal. Tsk, this was really not good.

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Time passed quickly. Meng Huan’s belly grew bigger day by day. After entering later months, his belly was like a blown up balloon, becoming very big in the blink of an eye.

He became more and more lacking in physical strength and spirit. This was accompanied by symptoms like swollen lower legs, frequent urination at night, knee pain, etc. In short, despite the fine food and clothing, he wasn’t having a good time every day.

Around the six month mark, he couldn’t sleep well at night due to discomfort, so he got up to walk around the courtyard.

It was currently the season transitioning from summer to autumn. Outside, the wind was high and the air was refreshing. Just sitting under the grapevine in the courtyard could make one’s mood much better.

Wen Xi carefully supported him. After the servants laid out two layers of soft cushions, he let Meng Huan sit steadily on the rattan chair.

Meng Huan raised his hand. On his slender white wrist was the jade bracelet Wen Zhaoyin had given him before, intertwined with a red string and a small peach wood sword, which was said to help reduce swelling.

He was so uncomfortably swollen that although he didn’t believe it at first, he was now willing to try. He honestly wore it every day and didn’t dare to take it off even when sleeping.

How could pregnancy be so uncomfortable? How much suffering did he have to endure to give birth to this child?

“Wen Xi, go to the study room and get a storybook for me. Also light two bright lamps beside me.” He knew reading at night was bad for his eyesight, but it was really too boring. He could only read novels to pass the time.

Wen Zhaoyin had become busy again recently. Who knows what she was busy with. She came and went every day, occasionally not even coming back at night.

Sometimes he would guess, was she going out to drink and find men? After all, he looked worse and worse as the pregnancy progressed. He himself didn’t feel much desire looking at his own state, so she definitely disliked it too…

When he first started having such suspicions, he would slap himself twice, admonishing himself not to be like a woman, becoming paranoid and jealous from being confined at home.

Later, as he couldn’t help but always have such imaginations, he comforted himself by saying that Wen Zhaoyin was at least his woman. He couldn’t tolerate her messing around outside while being with him. It was only human nature. After all, which man was willing to let his woman have something with someone else…

Anyway, he kept feeling conflicted like this, unable to get an answer and unwilling to speak plainly with her. His male pride made him afraid of losing face.

Occasionally, he would inquire about her mother’s whereabouts from Wen Shu. However, Wen Shu also didn’t know where she was, and couldn’t dispel his doubts or ease his unease.

Wen Xi took the storybook from the small study and had just reached the door when he saw a group of troops charging into the Bamboo Courtyard in a menacing manner.

It happened so fast that before the people in the courtyard could react, they were all detained on the spot by the troops, including the pregnant Meng Huan who was rudely pressed to the ground on his knees.

The troops were well-equipped, looking even more imposing than the Wen family guards. Especially the weapons in their hands reflecting the moonlight, and the suspicious traces of red hanging on the sharp blades, made people feel terrified at the sight.

The leading commander stepped forward and looked around the courtyard for a while. Finally locking his gaze on Meng Huan, he strode over and took out a scroll of imperial yellow from his bosom.

“By the order of Her Majesty, Wen Zhaoyin, the Right Commissioner of the Censorate, is suspected of colluding with Prince An and conspiring with foreign powers to rebel. We are now specially dispatched to search the Wen Residence for evidence of her crimes!”

Meng Huan was still struggling to stand up, but upon hearing this, his heart jolted. Lacking mental fortitude, he directly sat on the ground with his bottom.

Wen Xi was being controlled and forced to kneel there, but he had been observing the situation. Seeing Meng Huan being so careless, he hurriedly called out to inquire, “Young Master! Young Master, are you alright?”

The latter was as if in a trance, staring blankly at that imperial yellow scroll, involuntarily thinking of the token Wen Zhibai had given him.

He originally thought it was a simple frame-up, but unexpectedly it could even be linked to foreign powers.

Although he didn’t understand anything, he knew that while internal conflicts within the country were still okay, once it involved foreign powers, it would really be over. He never thought Wen Zhibai would make such a vicious move against her own cousin.

Luckily his mind wasn’t muddled at that time and he destroyed that token. Otherwise, not only would Wen Zhaoyin be in trouble now, he estimated even he himself would lose his head along with her.

Treason ah, it would be the Empress’ mercy to not exterminate the whole clan.

His mind was in a chaotic mess for a while before Meng Huan came back to his senses. He heard Wen Xi’s shouts and a few crisp slapping sounds.

“Young Master, did you hear what I said? Young Master?”

The soldier pressing down on Wen Xi felt he was being too noisy, so he raised his hand and slapped him a couple times, causing his mouth to bleed. Yet he was still struggling there, wanting to go to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan didn’t know why, but seeing him being treated like this, tears suddenly streamed down his face. He hurriedly shook his head, “It’s okay, I’m fine. Don’t move anymore. Don’t let them hit you again…”

Hearing his reassurance, Wen Xi finally calmed down a bit, but was still looking at him with worry, afraid that something would happen to him.

Meng Huan felt that he hadn’t treated Wen Xi that well. In the beginning, he had despised Wen Xi’s mother and was unwilling to accept him as a personal attendant, even making him kneel at the courtyard gate for most of the day.

Later when their relationship improved, he only treated him as an ordinary friend. Besides sharing food and rewarding him with some silver and jewelry, there was no other special treatment.

He never thought that at this critical moment, Wen Xi would rather endure beatings and still be concerned about him, making his feelings quite complex for a moment.

After his emotions stabilized, he spoke again to comfort, “Let them search. I believe my wife won’t do such things. Don’t be anxious. I’ll be fine.”