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

For a moment, Yingzhu was still a little dazed. When she came to her senses, she had already clearly perceived Liang Yunqian's implication.

No! It should be said that it was explicitly stated.

He had already begun to have thoughts, and thus he awoke. Yingzhu could sense the abnormality even through her clothes, which frightened her so much that her cheeks flushed red. She immediately withdrew her grip, and her speech became stuttering and incoherent.

"This servant was just talking about... the difference between a calligraphy brush and a jujube-shaped brush, Your Highness, why are you having such wild thoughts!"

In a panic, she tried to pull her hand away, but Liang Yunqian grabbed her wrist.

Her wrists were locked, rendering her unable to move. When she looked up, she met a pair of dark, bright eyes.

"Aren't you implying that I've been neglecting you and not doing anything important because I'm so engrossed in reading?"

In reality, that wasn't the case. Yingzhu deliberately drew pictures, firstly because she didn't want to waste paper, and secondly because he was always reading books and not teaching her to write, so she tried a different way to attract his attention.

If he came over, she could have gone along with it and asked him to teach her to write. However, she was wrong!

Liang Yunqian did come, but he was lost in thought because of something she said.

"It's because you don't teach me any new strokes that I've been drawing kittens randomly since I have nothing to do. How about you teach me to write the left and right strokes, Your Highness? I'd like to learn more strokes."

Yingzhu blinked her innocent big eyes, but he placed the calligraphy brush she had just picked up on the white porcelain brush rest, then wrapped his long arm around her and picked her up horizontally.

"Your knee is injured, so you won't be studying tonight. Lie down and rest."

That sounds plausible. "Then can we coach calligraphy tomorrow night?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow night."

He didn't give her a definite answer, so Yingzhu couldn't feel at ease.

"That day, the young master said that everything requires perseverance. I studied diligently, but you only taught me for one day and then refused to continue. Isn't that giving up halfway?"

"You're two-timing me, and you dare question why I won't teach you?"

"No way! I'm only on your side." She only got halfway through her sentence before he suddenly left her in the tent.

In that instant of being suspended in mid-air, she felt a surge of fear and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two were extremely close at that moment, her curled eyelashes and his long eyelashes almost intertwined.

Yingzhu's face was fair with a hint of pink, like a cat's, innocent yet charming.

As they gazed at each other, the sweet fragrance of pomegranates continued to permeate Liang Yunqian's senses. His anger and suspicion were being destroyed by the burning determination within him.

Since she liked the jujube-filled pen, he would let her experience firsthand just how useful a hard-tipped pen really was...

The half-fallen curtains obscured the beautiful scenery inside the tent, but cast the silhouettes of the two people within them.

Those lingering shadows quietly expressed the purest longing. At that moment, there was no hatred or love, no benefit or harm, only the most genuine need in their hearts for each other.

Only at this moment could Yingzhu set aside her hatred and wholeheartedly perceive his presence and bravery...

But once everything calms down and one regains their senses, those worries return.

In the past, she would have rested from exhaustion, but tonight she stayed awake, tossing and turning, her eyes wide open, and she sighed softly.

"Looks like you're not tired and can continue."

Liang Yunqian glanced at her, and Yingzhu was so frightened that she immediately retreated and hid against the wall, instantly creating a gap in the quilt.

"I'm very tired. There's something I can't figure out, which is why I'm tossing and turning all night."

"Just say what you mean, don't keep me in suspense."

Yingzhu had been hesitating about whether or not to tell him. But tonight, as the conversation progressed, she suddenly felt an urge to speak up.

"Let me clarify first, this is just wild speculation and not meant to target anyone. If I'm wrong, I won't take responsibility!"

"If you keep rambling, then continue."

She was truly terrified of him. He had only been making a scene for half an hour, wasn't that enough? Yingzhu was already slumped in the tent, not wanting to move, but how come he was still full of energy, as if he never felt tired?

Fearing he might actually do it, Yingzhu immediately stopped and voiced her doubts.

"I'm wondering, is Baolan really the murderer?"

Her question seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"With both witnesses and physical evidence, who else could it be but her?"

"How could Baolan have known that I would appear at that time, then crash into me, and slander me?"

Calculating the exact time Yingzhu appeared wasn't difficult. "Princess Rui knew that you were to recite scriptures at Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."

"But didn't she go to serve Aunt Zhou? She couldn't decide when Aunt Zhou would leave!"

Furthermore, Baolan's mother was a maidservant to the Princess Consort, and Baolan was loyal to the Princess Consort. She must have known that the bottle of Ningxue Dew was meant to be given to the Empress Dowager by the Princess Consort. How could she dare to take it out and resell it?

This item is far too valuable. If it is damaged, the Princess will definitely investigate thoroughly, and not only will the servant suffer, but Baolan will also be implicated. She used the Snow Dew to slander the servant; she has gained nothing but trouble.

Liang Yunqian's eyes flashed with surprise. "She harmed you before, and you're actually speaking up for her?"

With a sigh, Yingzhu shook her head. "I'm not speaking up for her, but I just feel there's something fishy about this. Even if I have a grudge against her, I shouldn't ignore the strangeness of this matter."

After pondering for a long time, Liang Yunqian said, "Baolan had a conflict with you before. Everyone will subconsciously think that Baolan is retaliating against you today."

"Then who do you think really switched Ningxue Dew? Aunt Zhou?"

Yingzhu had considered this possibility, but after careful consideration, she dismissed it.

"This servant doesn't know Aunt Zhou well, but logically speaking, Aunt Zhou asking her master for Ningxue Dew should be to curry favor with Princess Rui. Moreover, as a doctor, she would definitely cherish the things she has painstakingly researched. Therefore, it is unlikely that she would risk the precious Ningxue Dew."

She had no motive to switch the maid, and she had just returned from outside. She had no grudge against the maid and had no reason to harm her.

This matter concerns the two of them. If it's not Baolan or Zhou Zisu, then who is it?

Liang Yunqian pondered her words, "Then let's think about it the other way around. Suppose Ningxuelu gets hit, what would be the consequences?"

Yingzhu was imagining that situation to herself.

"The princess could have used the Ningxue Dew to show her respect to the Empress Dowager and received a reward, but if the Ningxue Dew is destroyed, the princess will break her promise to the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager may not say anything on the surface, but she will definitely think that the princess has failed in her duty."

Liang Yunqian didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was just jealousy between women.

After listening to Yingzhu's analysis, he suddenly realized that the matter seemed to be more serious than he had imagined!

"Luckily, the bottle was broken. If it hadn't, the fake Ningxue Dew would have ended up in the Princess's hands. It was given to her personally by Zhou Zisu, and it even had a seal. The Princess wouldn't have suspected anything."

If the princess were to give the Empress Dowager the fake Snow Dew laced with cinnabar, the Empress Dowager's face would ulcerate after using it, and the consequences would be even more severe!

Yingzhu had been thinking for a long time without any clue, but Liang Yunqian's words suddenly woke her up, and she finally sorted out the doubts!

"In other words, the person who switched the Ningxue Dew wasn't targeting the servants; their goal was to deliver the fake Ningxue Dew to the Princess. If the plan succeeds, the Empress Dowager will be disgraced, and the Princess will be punished!"

Unfortunately, the fake Snow Dew was smashed halfway through, and the maid pointed out that there was something wrong with the bottle of Snow Dew, which disrupted the other party's plan.

"If it's targeting the Princess Consort, then it can only be Father's female relatives..." A glint of light flashed in Liang Yunqian's dark eyes, and when he looked at Shen Yingzhu again, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"You are very clever, but this matter involves the power struggles within the Prince's mansion. You cannot handle it yourself, or you will be implicated. I will take care of the rest."

Upon hearing this, Yingzhu understood that Liang Yunqian must have already guessed who the real culprit was, but it still needed to be verified.

Then let him investigate! She should protect herself; getting pregnant and taking revenge is the most important thing.

After clarifying the situation, Yingzhu was no longer anxious. However, as soon as she turned around, her knee unexpectedly bumped into him, causing her to cry out in pain.

"It still hurts a lot? The doctor should have prescribed some medicine, right? Did you apply any ointment?"

Yingzhu shook her head. "Granny Chen won't allow the medicine to be applied, saying it will affect fertility."

"It's Granny Chen again! Acting like an old woman!" Liang Yunqian immediately ordered his servants to fetch some ice.

The servants did as instructed and quickly brought the ice.

Seeing this, Yingzhu couldn't help but sigh, "It has to be the young master! I asked for ice during the day, but they said there's no ice available in winter and wouldn't give it to me."

"I walked too fast during the day. I thought the doctor would prescribe an ointment for me, so I didn't think to apply ice. If I had applied ice earlier, the symptoms would have been relieved."

Liang Yunqian placed the ice cubes in the gauze and then lifted her skirt.

Yingzhu instinctively tried to stop him, looking embarrassed, "No need to trouble yourself, Young Master, I'll do it myself!"

Liang Yunqian raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze scrutinizing her inch by inch with a hint of mockery.

"It's not like we haven't seen it before."