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

Jiang Fulu stopped in alarm and glanced outside the door.

"Sir, there are no other eyes and ears in this courtyard, so there is no need to hide anything."

This is true.

But Wei Wujiu was still used to being meticulous and thorough. He stopped playing with it and put it on the table: "We'll discuss this in the secret room later. Don't worry, this little thing won't affect my plans."

Jiang Fulu calmed down a bit, then anxiously leaned towards Wei Wujiu: "Sir, are you hurt?"

After carefully examining her again and again to confirm that she was unharmed, Jiang Fulu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness! But why did I hear earlier that they were going to summon the imperial physician? Could it be that Miss Lin is injured?"

"Yes."

Wei Wujiu thought of Lin Wantang again, and his eyes darkened: "She and I are wary of each other and don't trust each other. I hope that after this incident, if she is lucky enough to survive, she can learn from this experience and recognize me again."

Following him will only lead to danger and uncertainty.

This is just the beginning.

If Lin Wantang becomes afraid or regrets her decision, she might panic and run back to the Grand Tutor's mansion as soon as she wakes up, or turn around and seek refuge with Shen Huai'an.

Thinking of this, Wei Wujiu's slightly upturned thin lips curled into a cold sneer.

Jiang Fulu had served him for many years and knew his thoughts and temperament inside and out. He said, "It's understandable that you suspect her, sir. But I heard from our people in the Eastern Palace that the Crown Prince told Miss Lin in the Guanghe Hall that he had a way to resolve the matter of the arranged marriage and wanted to win her back. But what about Miss Lin?"

"That was a stern and forceful refusal! They even said..."

Jiang Fulu took two steps back, mimicking the words and Lin Wantang's expression, and said, "I, Lin Wantang, would never do something so dubious! If Your Highness still doesn't understand, then let me make it clearer: even if the Emperor doesn't grant the marriage, I, Lin Wantang, have already taken a liking to Wei Wujiu. I belong to him in life and in death!"

Wei Wujiu chuckled upon hearing this, turning his head to look at her: "Did she really say that?"

Jiang Fulu smiled after learning the lesson, and nodded quickly upon hearing it: "It's true, sir. As you know, our people have been planted in the Eastern Palace for many years. Whenever something happens, they report to this servant without daring to miss a single word."

Wei Wujiu was a trustworthy person among those cultivated by Jiang Fulu.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, almost able to imagine how ugly Shen Huai'an's face would look after Lin Wantang said those words. Before his smile faded, he said, "She's actually realized this. Very well, let's continue to observe how things develop."

Jiang Fulu hurriedly agreed, but couldn't help feeling sorry for Lin Wantang. Even after all this, Wei Wujiu was still suspicious and wary of her. But there was nothing he could do; Wei Wujiu's life had been too bumpy, and he was burdened with a huge secret...

The night was still and quiet; it was past midnight.

Wei Wujiu pushed open the door and walked towards the bed. Lin Wantang's persistent high fever had worsened, causing her cheeks to flush and her brows to furrow tightly.

"cold……"

She murmured something indistinctly.

Wei Wujiu sat beside her, and just as he was about to lean closer to listen more clearly, he saw that her hands, which were clasped tightly across her chest, were clenched tightly, as if in a nightmare, and she was sleeping particularly restlessly.

"No, don't come any closer... no... don't cut me..."

"Mother...why? You are clearly my own mother! Why are you helping her to harm me? Why..."

As the poison weakened, Lin Wantang, who was in a coma, drifted into a terrifying dream.

All the experiences of her previous life, like scenes from a drama, replayed in her mind wave after wave in the entanglement of her dreams. She was deeply immersed in them in pain, and tears had already unknowingly streamed down her face.

Wei Wujiu listened to her chaotic murmurs, frowned in confusion, bent down and wiped away her hot tears with one hand, and sighed softly: "Don't cry."

"Lin Wantang, wake up, Lin Wantang?"

He called out softly and gently shook her, but Wei Wujiu realized that this would not wake her. He tried to pry her tightly clenched hands open, but she suddenly gripped his hands instead.

He was startled, and in an instant he saw Lin Wantang, who had suddenly woken up, covered in cold sweat, her eyes so glazed that they were hard to see, but she instinctively hugged him tightly.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her thoughts were slowly drifting into a dream, but the clear fragrance in her breath, mixed with the scent of white musk, was elegant and aloof, yet very pleasant.

It was him, Wei Wujiu.

Lin Wantang slowly raised her head. The candlelight was dim, but she didn't mind. She glanced at him to make sure she hadn't hugged the wrong person, and then, despite her weakness and the fear from the nightmare, she leaned into his arms again.

"Has the governor been watching over me the whole time?"

"Thanks to the Governor's protection, Wan Tang has narrowly escaped death. Governor, since the marriage is already done, why not consider Wan Tang's suggestion? Governor, help me take revenge, and I will help you cleanse the court."

Wei Wujiu's barely perceptible figure stiffened.

But when he realized what was happening, his instinct was still to push her away.

But just as he was about to make a move, a scene flashed through his mind of her pushing him away and shielding him from the poisoned dart.

Lin Wantang then moved away and released him. Even though she was still very weak, she forced a bright smile: "How are you?"

Wei Wujiu narrowed his deep eyes, staring intently at her: "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Know."

Lin Wantang, as usual, was frank and open: "What I said was treasonous and even deceitful to the emperor. Whatever the charge, they could convict me of being a traitor and even have my entire Lin family executed."

Knowing everything, Wei Wujiu remained silent.

Lin Wantang took a deep breath, adjusted the soft pillow behind her, and said again, "But it's the same as my heart's desire to marry the Governor. It comes from the bottom of my heart, without any regrets."

She did not disrespect the emperor, nor did she disregard the court, nor did she harbor hatred and wish to join forces with anyone to overthrow the court and become a traitor despised by all and deserving of execution.

On the contrary, Lin Wantang had accompanied his father to Huaizhou to manage floods and provide disaster relief since childhood. He had seen thousands of disaster victims suffer greatly, even resorting to cannibalism. He had also witnessed corrupt officials disregard human life, bend the law for personal gain, and bring disaster to the country and its people!

Just like her father, who was penniless and deeply resentful of this, she has been living in poverty for many years. Now she is sixteen years old, and her father has been constantly submitting memorials to the emperor for more than ten years. But what about the emperor? He won't listen to a word and has punished and humiliated her father many times for this, causing him to become depressed and disheartened. In the last two years, he has also become disheartened and has been staying at home, claiming to be ill.

As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked too. If the emperor is incompetent and corrupt, and uses treacherous officials, how can there be loyal and virtuous people in the court? How can the common people live in peace and prosperity?

If it weren't for Wei Wujiu's years of wars, expanding the territory in all directions, and his heavy reliance on loyal and virtuous descendants to guard the borders, the world would have long been engulfed in war, and all the pleasure-seeking and extravagant royal relatives and nobles would have long since become subjugated slaves who had lost their country and their rights.

Lin Wantang knew she couldn't gain Wei Wujiu's approval overnight. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly changed the subject: "Commander, is Night Hawk dead?"