Delicate and difficult to coax, the sick and spoiled son pinches his waist and spoils him wildly

"This prince has never seen anything like Fang Rong Hua Rong!"

After the third prince finished speaking, he closed the door. Shen Fu stood outside the door, his eyes narrowed into thin slits, as if he was thinking about something.

Guogong Mansion.

Du Juan was carrying new tributes, some silk tributes from the Western Regions, made into clothes, light and clear.

Wang Miaoyan stroked the silk with her slender hands, a deep look appeared in her eyes, and then she smiled gently.

"Madam, take a look, the best silks and satins in the capital are all in our Duke's Mansion."

The old servant of the Wang family came up and said flatteringly.

Wang Miaoyan smiled and did not answer.

When the old servant of the Wang family saw this, he felt even more proud.

"I know, keep these things well, they will be useful in the future." Wang Miaoyan smiled, thinking of Shen Fu, and her heart began to beat again.

"Is there anything strange after the prince comes back from Qiu Lie?"

Wang Miaoyan's tone was soft and tactful, but it had a commanding and intimidating power.

Du Juan stepped forward and winked at the slave behind him.

The slaves retreated one after another, leaving only Du Juan and Wang Miaoyan.

"Back to Madam, three days ago, the Crown Prince Qiu Lie was ambushed by the Third Prince. An Yi stepped forward and died in the paddock! The Crown Prince was assassinated on his way back to the mansion. Although he did not die, he almost died." Du Juan reported respectfully.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

The expression on Wang Miaoyan's face suddenly froze, and her eyes stared at Du Juan for a moment.

"Yes, Madam. I wonder why Madam, you always keep an eye on the prince's every move?"

"What do you know!"

Wang Miaoyan's face changed, and Du Juan was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything. Wang Miaoyan immediately calmed down and continued: "The Crown Prince will definitely become angry if this operation fails. If we can take the opportunity to get rid of the third prince, it will undoubtedly be a great disaster for our Duke's Mansion. What a happy event!"

Wang Miaoyan's voice was filled with coldness. Du Juan couldn't help but trembled after hearing this and did not dare to speak any more.

Jiang Wu stayed by Fangrong's bed, fearing that something would go wrong when she woke up.

"Dark One!"

Fangrong was awakened by a nightmare again, sweating profusely. Jiang Wu hurriedly took the towel from Cuizhu and wiped her gently.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright."

Jiang Wu comforted her softly, looking into Jiang Wu's eyes as if coaxing a child.Fangrong felt a little calmer after listening to Jiang Wu's gentle words.

However, I still couldn't help but worry.

She remembered that she had had this kind of nightmare the previous night, but at that time, it was not so intense.Could it be that……

"Fang Rong, you have worried the county master too much. You fainted outside and it was the prince who brought you back."

Cuizhu curled her lips, as if she was complaining that Fangrong had stabbed her.

"fainted?"

Fangrong seemed not to remember what she had done.

"Yes, the night before, you left the house safely. What did you do?"

Jiang Wu asked, looking slightly sad.

"County Master, Fangrong doesn't seem to remember..." Fangrong has always been frightened recently. It seems that An Yi can always be seen in her dreams, so she can't control her emotions.

"Don't remember? Could it be sleepwalking?"

Cuizhu looked a little surprised on the side. How could anyone not remember what he did at night?

"County Master, my slave's head hurts a little."

Fangrong frowned, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.Jiang Wu hurriedly squeezed Fangrong's cold hand.

"Headache? Why do you suddenly have a headache?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because the weather has been cold recently."

Fangrong smiled weakly and tried to push herself up, but her head hurt more and more, so she had to give up.

"County Lord, please lie down and don't move."

Cuizhu hurriedly helped Fangrong lie down.Jiang Wu went to call the doctor.

The doctor took Fangrong's pulse and told her that the wind was cold in her lungs and asked her to drink more ginger soup.Jiang Wu made ginger soup herself and fed it to Fan Rong, but Fan Rong was still curled up on the bed in pain. "Mr. Song, what's wrong with Fangrong?"

Jiang Wu was worried, fearing that something was wrong with Fangrong.

"County Master, Miss Fangrong is very happy."

Imperial Physician Song lowered his voice, but he was still heard by Yuerong, Grandma Yunhua and Cuizhu at the door.

"happiness!"

Jiang Wu was overjoyed, this was a good thing, but she didn't know why the Song Dynasty doctor looked so sad.

"County Master, Miss Fangrong's body seems to be different from ordinary people. It is not certain whether the child can be born safely."

What Dr. Song said made Jiang Wu anxious.

"You quack, why are you talking such nonsense!"

Jiang Wu roared and pushed Imperial Physician Song out of the room.

"County Lord, calm down!"

Imperial Physician Song knelt on the ground and hurriedly apologized.Fangrong was injured during childbirth, and it was uncertain whether she could keep the child.

"County Master, please don't be angry. Let me make a careful diagnosis. If it really can't be saved, I am willing to accept the punishment!"

After saying that, Dr. Song entered the room again and took Fangrong's pulse.

"County Lord, I have diagnosed it."

Doctor Song's expression was solemn, which made Jiang Wu feel even more uneasy.

"How about this kid, Fangrong?"

"Whether she can keep this child depends on herself."

"what?"

Jiang Wu was surprised when she heard this. Fangrong was her personal maid, and she knew her illness better than anyone else. How could she not be able to save this child?
"County Master, there is too much resentment in Miss Fangrong's body. She needs to be recuperated in order to protect the life of the fetus in her belly."

Imperial Physician Song explained.

"I understand, Cuizhu!"

Jiang Wu winked at Cuizhu, and Cuizhu took some silver and rewarded it to Imperial Physician Song.

The imperial physician of the Song Dynasty was naturally grateful and left the palace.

Jiang Wu looked at the back of Imperial Physician Song and couldn't help but sigh.

"County Lord, why are you sighing?"

Cuizhu didn't understand what she meant. She had been by Fan Rong's side. Of course she knew what happened to Fan Rong's body.

"Fang Rong is happy, but..."

Jiang Wu was about to speak but stopped.

"County Lord, this is a good thing!"

"But Fangrong's body"

"County Master! No matter what happens to this child, as long as he is born safely, I am willing to do my part and do my part."

Cuizhu understands the righteousness well because this child is An Yi's bloodline and the only one left by An Yi in this world!

"County Master, His Highness is back. He is in the study room and asked you to go there."

Aunt Yun Hua stepped forward and Jiang Wu nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Cuizhu and said, "Go and see Fang Rong."

"Yes."

Cuizhu was thinking a lot and walked towards Fangrong slowly. Seeing Fangrong waking up leisurely, he tucked the quilt for her and asked the maid to prepare the hot water.

"Where's the County Lord?"

Fangrong shouted weakly, and Cuizhu hurriedly responded.

"Fang Rong, get well soon, the county master is worried."

Cuizhu took Fangrong's hand and said softly.

Fangrong grinned, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"By the way, Fangrong, the county master has found a lot of supplements for you, all for the sake of your health. You are not alone now."