Who said the heir would die out? The concubine is pregnant again!

"I'm very busy, I don't have time."

Liang Yunqian walked forward with his hands behind his back, not intending to go to Deshan Hall. His guard followed behind him and continued:

"Her Highness the Princess has ordered me to wait here for quite some time; she must have something important to discuss with you. Please trouble Your Highness to proceed to Deshan Hall; it won't take long."

Liang Yunqian stopped and glanced at him.

"Madam Shen is seriously ill, and I must go visit her. If anything happens to her, can you bear the consequences?"

The guard was so frightened that he immediately bowed and lowered his head, saying, "This humble servant is unworthy of such an honor."

"Then shut up!"

With a cold sneer, Liang Yunqian turned and headed towards Wenzhu Pavilion.

Upon spotting the prince, Qingfeng stepped forward and took down his black mink coat, hanging it on a nearby clothes rack.

Yingzhu leaned against the couch, looking at her sketchbook with soft pillows.

Hearing the noise, she neither looked up nor responded.

After a moment of silence, Liang Yunqian asked Qingfeng, "How is she? Has her fever gone down?"

Qingfeng found it strange. Aunt Shen was right in front of him, so close, so why didn't the young master talk to Aunt Shen, but instead asked her questions?

Is the young master still angry with Consort Shen?

Even though she had doubts, Qingfeng dared not not answer. "Aunt Shen's fever has subsided, but she still doesn't have much energy. She only says she's thirsty and doesn't want to eat anything."

The doctor said that the worst thing about a fever is when it recurs; we'll see if it comes back tonight. Oh, by the way, the Crown Princess came by then, saying she wanted to see Consort Shen, but she was stopped by the guards.

"I have already given instructions that no one is allowed to visit her. Let her rest and recover in peace for the next few days."

Yingzhu knew that Liang Yunqian was still harboring resentment because he only spoke to Qingfeng.

Qingfengqian smiled and agreed, then poured the young master a cup of tea.

"Please have a seat, Your Highness. I will go and prepare hot water."

Preparing water meant they needed to wash up and stay overnight. Liang Yunqian didn't stop them, but Yingzhu secretly worried that something was wrong. In her anxiety, she couldn't help but cough.

"Thank you for bringing the doctor, Your Highness. I have a cold, cough, and fever. I'm afraid I might pass on my illness to you. Please, Your Highness, return home!"

He didn't even say he was leaving, yet she dared to tell him to leave?

Liang Yunqian's pride caused his expression to turn cold.

"You don't actually think I've come to visit you, do you? It's just that the Princess Consort invited me over, and I didn't want to see her, so I made up an excuse to come to Wenzhu Pavilion."

The two had a very unpleasant argument at that time, and Yingzhu was exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Of course I know the Crown Prince dislikes me. You came here simply to weigh the pros and cons. I won't tell the Princess Consort if you leave now."

Qingfeng, standing to the side, was so anxious that she stamped her feet. As an observer, she was the most insightful.

The prince's words sounded cold, but they were really just an excuse to stay.

Aunt Shen offered a way out, and the young master stayed. However, she misunderstood the young master's intentions and thought that he was forced to come.

Liang Yunqian felt a lump in his throat and turned to leave, but Qingfeng quickly stopped him.

"There will be people watching the young master's movements outside. Once you return to Tingsong Garden, the Princess Consort will come looking for you, wouldn't that disturb your peace? In my humble opinion, you should stay here tonight!"

Qingfeng tried her best to persuade the young master to stay, hoping that the two masters could spend more time together and clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible.

Qingfeng kept trying to persuade her, but Yingzhu remained silent. Liang Yunqian glanced at her.

"Your master doesn't welcome me."

The young master was clearly waiting for Aunt Shen's approval, but Aunt Shen remained silent, so Qingfeng had to take matters into her own hands.

"It's not that Aunt Shen doesn't welcome the young master; she's just too concerned about him and worries that she might pass on her illness to you. But the young master is strong and healthy, so he certainly won't care about that, right?"

After much persuasion, Qingfeng finally managed to keep the young master with him.

Yingzhu didn't say a word from beginning to end.

She's said what she needed to say, and if he won't listen to her advice, then so be it.

After washing up, Liang Yunqian went into the tent, but Yingzhu remained lying on the couch, showing no intention of going into the tent.

I still remember how talkative she used to be. Whenever she saw him, she would smile and take the initiative to start a conversation, and there was never a dull moment.

But now, when she faces him again, she doesn't say a word; the room is so quiet you can hear her heartbeat.

Lying in his tent, Liang Yunqian tossed and turned, unable to sleep. His handsome face, hidden in the thick darkness, coldly gave the order.

"come over!"

Although Yingzhu's fever had subsided, she felt weak and limp all over, and even getting up was difficult for her.

"If Your Highness has any instructions, you may call someone else to serve me. I am still ill, so please do not trouble me."

Liang Yunqian then remembered that she was sickly and that asking her to come over was indeed putting her in a difficult position.

He didn't say anything more, so Yingzhu thought he had given up on the idea, but unexpectedly, a rustling sound came the next moment.

Yingzhu turned around and was surprised to see Liang Yunqian suddenly get out of the tent. She thought he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but unexpectedly, he walked straight to the bedside, picked her up along with the blanket, and carried her into the tent.

This sudden action startled Yingzhu.

"What are you doing?"

"If you can't walk, I can carry you here. What other excuse do you have?"

He actually thought she was making excuses? She was genuinely upset, and the unpleasantness she felt towards him made her even less inclined to talk to him.

Liang Yunqian lay down beside her and went to lift her quilt. Yingzhu, very wary, pressed down on the corner of the quilt and wrapped herself in it.

"There is also a brocade quilt in the tent; the young master can use another one."

Her cold attitude infuriated Liang Yunqian.

"You used to be so eager to cling to me, but now you want to share the bed? Shen Yingzhu, what do you mean? Do you intend to remain chaste for someone else?"

Liang Yunqian's suspicions were undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for Yingzhu!

A wave of grievance welled up in her eyes, turning the corners of her eyes red.

Yingzhu glared at him hatefully. She opened her mouth to speak, but when she thought of what had happened before, she ultimately did not argue and only lowered her eyes sadly.

"The Crown Prince is absolutely right."

He was waiting for her rebuttal, but instead received her agreement.

Her compliance did not quell his anger; instead, it made him even angrier.

"You owe me an explanation!"

Hasn't she explained enough? "Even if I explain a hundred times, you'll still be suspicious. I'm tired, I don't want to explain anymore. Think what you want."

Exhausted, Yingzhu closed her eyes, and in that instant, tears slid down her cheeks.

Her cold attitude was like ice thrown into a hot coal fire, burning his heart and making him feel a lump in his throat. But then he remembered that she was still sick, and in the end, he loosened his grip on the corner of the blanket.

Liang Yunqian lifted another brocade quilt and covered himself with it.

Even though they were so close, she resisted his approach.

When Yingzhu saw him again, she no longer had a smile on her face and was not as intimate as before. What was the reason for this change?

Was it because Liang Xingzhou was back that her peace of mind was disrupted? She began to distance herself from him, too lazy even to offer a few words of explanation?

He went to such great lengths to find her, but she ignored him, just because Liang Xingzhou found her before him?

A sense of resentment welled up inside him; he wanted to question and vent, but there was no way out.

Because she was still sick and already feeling very uncomfortable, how could he possibly add to her distress at this time?

Liang Yunqian could only suppress all his indignation, refrain from asking further questions, and remain silent.

Yingzhu took the medicine and, being weak, fell asleep quickly. Liang Yunqian, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He finally managed to fall asleep, but woke up again after only two hours.

She was still asleep, breathing lightly, her curled eyelashes fluttering on her lower eyelids, looking so serene and obedient.

Only he knew how cold her gaze was when she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Since she doesn't know how to appreciate his kindness, he shouldn't bother with her anymore. As a prince, why should he bother paying attention to a woman?

But she was a patient, and a real man shouldn't argue with a sick woman.

A jumble of chaotic thoughts churned within him, and as if possessed, he reached out and touched her forehead.

She wasn't feverish, thankfully, her fever didn't drop.

Liang Yunqian breathed a sigh of relief, and Yingzhu, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?"