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

Lin Wantang met his intensely probing gaze and gave an awkward, faint smile.

However, she couldn't hold on any longer. After racking her brains, she could only manage to squeeze out two dry words: "Guess."

Wei Wujiu's eyes darkened, and he made no attempt to hide his sarcasm.

"That Miss Lin is truly remarkable. She doesn't even rely on hearsay; she just makes wild guesses and dares to accuse and expose royal scandals and secrets with absolute certainty!"

Lin Wantang felt even more embarrassed. She pursed her lips and looked away, but she couldn't avoid the towel that Wei Wujiu was applying to her face. The warm towel was relieving the swelling and pain on her cheek, but it made her feel even more uneasy.

"Well, it's not that... Don't rush me, let me explain slowly, okay?"

She tried to calm herself down, and then, under Wei Wujiu's cold and imposing gaze, she nervously told him the whole story about how Jiang Nianqi, Jiang Sijiu, and Lin Qinglian had faked their pregnancies and planned to steal Jiang Nianqi's unborn child when she was about to give birth.

After listening, Wei Wujiu remained silent, gazing at her.

In a flash, he got up to get a warm towel, then returned to apply it to her face. Finally, he asked the crucial question: "How did you know that Lin Qinglian definitely wanted the child in Jiang Nianqi's womb?"

"Disrupting the royal bloodline is not a simple crime. How many lives does Lin Qinglian have to dare to act so recklessly?"

Lin Wantang was stumped once again.

She had no evidence, no witnesses, and relied entirely on her memories from her previous life, but even that wasn't enough to tell the whole story.

In fact, Wei Wujiu had already confirmed it when he heard the name "Jiang Nianqi". However, it was just a guess and not a sure thing. He wanted to use this to warn Lin Wantang not to act rashly based on guesses in the future.

"Hmm? Say something." His face darkened, and he added impatiently.

The last trace of a smile on Lin Wantang's face vanished. Feeling helpless, she lowered her head and gently hooked her finger around his. "Um, actually... Commander, I was wrong."

Instead of racking your brains to find excuses, it's better to honestly admit your mistake.

"But... Governor, you shouldn't have broken into the palace to rescue me tonight. How much more difficult could the Empress possibly make things for me? At most, she'd make me kneel all night. She didn't say she'd send me back this morning, but it was definitely going to happen tonight."

Lin Wantang initially wanted to resist, thinking that at worst they would both die, but after calming down and thinking it over, she realized it wasn't worth it. She had poisoned Shen Huai'an, and even if the Empress had no evidence against her, it would only make her suffer a little.

"Kneeling all night, or even a whole day and night, do you think that's a small matter?" Wei Wujiu countered, following her train of thought. He moved the hot compress away and then casually pinched her cheek. "Then what do you think is a big deal?"

"Uh... die."

Lin Wantang's trembling eyes shimmered as she finally managed to squeeze out a heartfelt sentence: "As long as I don't die, I'll always find a way to get revenge later. There's no need for a head-on confrontation for now."

Wei Wujiu's cold expression remained unchanged as he met her gaze without blinking: "Oh, as long as you don't die, it doesn't matter if you get hurt or crippled."

These words were so bland and uneventful, yet Lin Wantang could still detect the anger within them.

She gently pushed his hand away, took it in her own, and said, "I'm not crippled, am I? It's just a minor injury, it'll heal quickly, don't be angry, okay?"

"Lin Wantang, I don't know what you're thinking. Maybe you're worried about the entire Lin family, but some small things shouldn't affect nine generations of your family. From now on, you don't need to tolerate this anymore."

Wei Wujiu lowered his voice, silently locking his gaze into her eyes, which were like a deep pool, seemingly calm and still, but inside, a raging storm had already begun.

Tonight in the side hall, he saw her being forced to kneel on the prayer mat, bright red blood seeping continuously from beneath her knees. In that instant…

Wei Wujiu was no longer willing to tolerate it.

To hell with enduring hardship and biding one's time! To hell with meticulous planning! And to hell with the fact that the time has come and we can't afford to lose our composure!

His father, mother, elder sister, and uncle were all his enemies, so it was only right for him to seek revenge against Shen Hu! He was the rightful heir apparent of the previous dynasty! Even if he immediately led an army to rebel, he would have a legitimate reason to do so!

Why should his woman suffer such humiliation? Why should she be allowed to be tortured at will by that illegitimate empress?

But the moment he embraced Lin Wantang, she secretly gripped his hand tightly, constantly reminding him with her actions not to act recklessly, not to make a big fuss, and not to let a small act of impatience ruin a big plan.

Lin Wantang was unaware of his identity and was still focused on paving the way for the Sixth Prince. She thought that the Sixth Prince was still young and could not yet gain the favor and support of the court officials. Once the emperor died, the one who would benefit the most would be Shen Huai'an.

As Wei Wujiu pondered these thoughts, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Lin Wantang blinked in surprise. "Commander? You...you're not so angry with me, are you?"

Wei Wujiu frowned and ruffled her hair with one hand: "Remember, from now on, no matter who it is, take revenge on the spot. Don't worry too much. You should rest and recover from your injuries for the next two days. On the third day, I will have someone send you back to the Grand Tutor's mansion."

"After the eighth day of the new year, the Grand Tutor will submit a memorial requesting permission to retire to Huaizhou. The memorial will not go through the Emperor. I have approved it. You and the Grand Tutor should set off as soon as possible. Once you leave the capital, the Embroidered Uniform Guard will meet you."

Wei Wujiu had been planning for many years and had reached the final step. Success or failure depended on this one move. Although he was full of confidence, he still did not know how things would turn out.

He couldn't let her get involved. If something happened to her... he didn't want her to be forced to die for him like his mother, who was forced by villains.

"If everything goes well, I'll come to pick you up in a few months." Wei Wujiu took a deep breath, finally smiled at her, and kissed her on the lips: "You might be quite surprised then."

"I can also make up for the wedding ceremony I owe you."

He held her hand, their fingers intertwined tightly, inseparable yet forced to part.

Lin Wantang frowned repeatedly in confusion, gripping his hand tightly: "What are you going to do? A coup? To help the Sixth Prince seize power?"

She spoke the last sentence in a very low and cautious voice.

Lin Wantang gritted her teeth inwardly: "Governor! The Sixth Prince's mother has always been a taboo subject! Although the royal family values ​​the Sixth Prince, they are only concerned with ensuring his smooth upbringing. They have no intention of having him compete for the throne. Close marriages within the royal family are permissible, but they are mostly between cousins. The Sixth Prince's mother, however..."

"The eldest princess of the previous dynasty, according to seniority, should also call the current emperor 'Imperial Uncle,'" Wei Wujiu interrupted, speaking coldly while suppressing his disgust and hatred.

Lin Wantang chimed in, "That's right! With this connection, the Sixth Prince is a taboo subject within the royal family. The imperial relatives wouldn't recognize him as their successor, let alone the court officials!"

This person's position is illegitimate and he even wants to stage a coup to help the sixth prince seize the throne. Isn't he just making a fool of himself?