webnovel

Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Jiang Ning limped out of her quarters one day and entered the Jiang family's second courtyard, just as the Emperor was selecting a concubine for Prince Yu.  Noble ladies from high-ranking families put in their best efforts to participate in the selection, but the flower fell on Jiang Ning, who was merely there to watch the spectacle.  Jiang Ning was confused. She dared not let Prince Yu be a scapegoat, so she tried every possible way to tell everyone she was pregnant. However, no one believed her.  When she vomited after eating, they laughed at her for feigning illness. When she felt tired, they laughed at her for pretending to be delicate. When her belly grew larger, they laughed at her for overeating.  When Jiang Ning wanted a doctor's confirmation, all eighteen doctors she consulted had the same opinion: "You're just eating too much!" The fifth prince, Prince Yu, was a dashing and handsome young man. He exuded an air of sophistication and regal beauty. This was how the common people of Chang'an City typically described him.  But the real Prince Yu was cold and ruthless, using women without any emotional attachment.  He knew that the second madam of the Jiang family was the Emperor's secret love, and he also knew that the daughter recently brought back by the Jiang family looked exactly like the second madam in her youth.  So, even though the girl had a limp, he still tossed the embroidered flower in his hand into her lap. After their marriage, he knew she was just a pawn. But for the sake of the throne, he had to pretend to cherish her even though he detested her, until...

Gongsun Xiaoyue · 综合
分數不夠
1013 Chs

Chapter 790: Want to Discuss a Person with You

Jiang Mubai laughed heartily again, his beard shaking with his laughter.

Ms. Ge scolded, "Look at you grinning ear to ear. Little Seventh Sister gives you a few compliments and you take it to heart. Don't keep praising him, Seventh Sister. Who knows what he'll do next? Tomorrow, he might start giving out his calligraphy everywhere. He's a General. People can't reject him easily. Accepting it, on the other hand, means they must offer something in return. Isn't this putting them in a difficult position?"

"What nonsense?" the General flares, "I'm not the one asking for their money. They insist on giving it! If I refuse, it's akin to refusing their goodwill!"

Ms. Ge scoffs, "Little Seventh, hear this man. Can you believe him? If you're so capable, why not gift your writing to the Emperor and the Crown Prince? Let's see if they're eager to pay for it."