Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

Lin Wantang moved her lips, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't utter a sound.

What does it mean to have doubts?

This suspicious thing is now completely obvious!

She's not an idiot. Even without her past life experiences, she was taught about matters of men and women when she came of age.

"How could I forget you're skilled in medicine?" Wei Wujiu watched her bewildered and conflicted expression, which amused him, and then took her hand again: "How about we examine her body by palpation?"

What else needs to be perceived?

Lin Wantang was so surprised that her heart skipped a beat. She tried to pull her hand back, but Wei Wujiu gripped it tightly and tried to pull it towards his lower body...

"No, no..."

She hurriedly spoke, struggling to pull her hand back, and as if fleeing, she broke free from his embrace, sitting back down in a chair. She then paced back and forth restlessly, rubbing her temples repeatedly, but she couldn't suppress the cloud of surprise and doubt in her heart.

Wei Wujiu remained seated, calmly fiddling with his prayer beads, watching her pace back and forth. "Is this so hard to understand?"

What does "what..." mean?

Lin Wantang paused, stopped, and turned to look at him with a strange expression. Her thoughts raced, and she suddenly realized, "Could it be... the secret that the Commander wanted to exchange with me at the Eastern Depot that day, but didn't have the chance to tell me?"

She was indeed very clever; she understood immediately.

Wei Wujiu didn't avoid his gaze. His usually composed peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his words were ambiguous: "Perhaps."

That's most likely it.

Lin Wantang was already shocked enough by accidentally stumbling upon this secret, and she found it difficult to investigate whether he had any other, bigger secrets.

"General..."

He was not castrated, nor was he a eunuch; he was a normal, healthy man without any physical defects.

Lin Wantang was too embarrassed to say these words aloud, and also worried that someone might be overheard. She cleared her throat and coughed to cover it up, then carefully asked in a low voice, "Who else knows? Is it someone I can confide in and trust?"

If this were to be exposed, it would be far more fatal than Lin Qinglian's crime of faking her pregnancy!

Wei Wujiu was surprised that her first reaction was not to feel deceived, but to worry about him. His eyes darkened, and he reached out to pull her back to sit beside him. "There are a few people, but they can all be trusted."

"That's good." Lin Wantang nodded with some relief, not wanting to know who those people were at all. She only said cautiously, "Governor, remember not to let anyone know about this again, absolutely not."

She also prepared a contraceptive soup for herself and began taking it after getting married.

Wei Wujiu, unaware of her thoughts, only felt a softening at her nervous appearance. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her ear: "I know, there's no need to be so nervous. Now that I've explained all this to you, shouldn't you also tell me who you met that night?"

Mentioning this, Lin Wantang suddenly remembered that as she was about to speak again, her gaze inadvertently drifted to the open window, because the opera was still being performed on the stage outside, and the tall, large window could not be closed.

But in the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a gaze.

His expression was gloomy and filled with hidden anger; those familiar phoenix eyes, just like those of a wolf, were fixed on them with a sinister gaze.

Lin Wantang gazed at him from afar, and slowly stood up, her eyes unwavering as she walked to the window. The distance between them, high and low, hinted at a turbulent undercurrent.

Shen Huai'an stood on the wooden steps inside the hall, raised his eyes, and locked his cold gaze on her meaningfully.

After a long while, a wicked, sinister smile appeared on his lips, and his moving lips seemed to utter a few silent words.

He then withdrew his gaze, flicked his sleeve, and led his entourage upstairs to the main warm pavilion.

Lin Wantang was left alone, her gaze fixed blankly on the stage, her mind a jumble of thoughts as the opera music and strings resonated in her ears.

Lin Wantang didn't understand lip reading very well, but she could vaguely guess what Shen Huai'an had just said.

It seemed as if he was saying, "Tang'er, are you scared?"

These words seemed insignificant, but Lin Wantang could discern Shen Huai'an's unspoken message: you should be afraid.

By tripping up Lin Qinglian, Lin Wantang did not achieve a great victory and be able to rest easy. On the contrary, Shen Huai'an was her biggest nightmare.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wei Wujiu appeared beside her without her noticing.

Lin Wantang was startled, then he put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Seeing him made you flustered?"

Lin Wantang's unusual behavior naturally caught Wei Wujiu's attention. His gentle voice held no reproach as he pulled her back to sit down, saying, "His Majesty does not want the scandal to be exposed and disgrace the imperial family. Therefore, the punishment of the Crown Prince will be a private matter."

Besides the checks and balances on power, the emperor punished the crown prince by making him kneel in the ancestral temple to wake him up. After a few hours, Shen Huai'an could naturally return. Moreover, as the crown prince, it was not appropriate for him not to show up at such a grand occasion as the palace banquet.

Wei Wujiu was ordered to administer the punishment, and thinking of this, he frowned: "When we went to the Imperial Ancestral Temple before, the old Marquis Chun, who was keeping vigil, saw the Crown Prince being punished by kneeling and offered words of comfort with great fear and trepidation. He also hurriedly ordered someone to invite several old princes. Do you know what this means?"

Lin Wantang was preoccupied with worry about what Shen Huai'an would do next, and whether he would expose her mother's affair to the emperor. She had no time to think about anything else, and upon hearing this, she absentmindedly shook her head.

Wei Wujiu gently rubbed her head and patiently said, "The imperial clan has always upheld the dignity of the royal family, and among the princes and princesses, they place great importance on their direct descendants. Do you understand?"

Lin Wantang nodded perfunctorily: "Shen Huai'an is the only surviving child of the Empress, and he is also the Crown Prince, so the imperial relatives naturally favor him..."

"You're wrong," Wei Wujiu interrupted in a low voice, his eyes narrowing with a meaningful smile. "There is also the Sixth Prince."

"Hmm?" Lin Wantang asked in a subconscious voice, then suddenly realized, "Oh right, how could I forget? It is rumored that the Sixth Prince has blood from the previous dynasty and is the only surviving orphan. Of course, the clansmen will favor and protect him."

Although the sixth prince was not born of the legitimate wife, he was the only child born from the emperor's confinement and oppression of the legitimate princess of the previous dynasty.

The previous dynasty also belonged to the Shen family. If we follow the orthodox line, then the current emperor, Shen Hu, a fiefdom prince, rebelled, seized the throne from his own elder brother, and usurped the throne. Both Shen Hu and his son, Shen Huai'an, are illegitimate.

But the relatives were not only Shen Hu's relatives, but also the relatives of the former Emperor Jing. They all knew perfectly well who to favor and who to protect.

"Yes, after all, Chen De, one of the Sixth Prince's men, even crashed into the Eastern Depot while drunk driving his carriage."

Wei Wujiu's casual remark brought Lin Wantang's chaotic mind to a sudden moment of calm.

Her eyes gleamed with sudden realization, "So the Commander-in-Chief also had a backup plan..."