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Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

# consort # food # therapeutic #hishighness # dramaqueen Yu Niaoniao transmigrated into ancient times and became the eldest daughter of an official’s family. Her father didn't love her mother? No matter. As long as he gave them basic necessities! Her younger siblings didn’t take her seriously? That’s fine. Brats who don’t listen will be beaten a couple of times. There was no stir-fry in ancient times that was edible? Don’t panic, she’s a chef. Suddenly, a shocking rumor burst out in the capital. It was said that the eldest daughter of the Yu family was privately involved with Duke Lang, and was even pregnant with his child! All of that was merely rumors! However, before she could come forward and clarify it, an imperial decree came, bestowing marriage upon her and Duke Lang! Yu Niaoniao felt like she had been struck by lightning, and her whole body was numb. Who was Duke Lang? He was like a living King of Hell who held great power and killed people without feeling! He was so fierce that children would stop crying in his presence, and the faces of all the officials would pale when his name was brought up. Faced with the dangerous man walking towards her slowly, Yu Niaoniao trembled in fear. “Sob, sob, sob… I was wrong! I’m not pregnant!” Only to hear Duke Lang say, “ That’s fine. It’s not too late to get pregnant now.” Yu Niaoniao was speechless!

Big Fruit Pellets · General
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677 Chs

Convinced

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Because the emperor had passed away, the entire country mourned.

White lanterns were hung on all the streets and alleys in the Jade Capital. The commoners in the city also changed into plain clothes, and places like brothels and pleasure houses were temporarily closed.

The entire city became cold and solemn overnight.

In the palace, the emperor's body had already been placed in a coffin. Empress Wen and Crown Prince Shen Zhuo knelt in front of the memorial tablet with a group of concubines and princes. The eminent monks who had been specially invited from the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple were reciting the Reincarnation Scripture.

Chanting, crying, and the knocking of the temple block intertwined like a gloomy cloud. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

It was already time for dinner, but Empress Wen and the Crown Prince were still kneeling and not moving. The others naturally did not dare to mention this.