Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

The Wenren Family did not propose marriage again.

Aside from Jiang Ning’s delight, there was another who was quite pleased.

That was Prince of Yu, Li Hongyuan.

While reading his book, he casually remarked, “I knew it. Who would want someone like her? A cripple, a divorced woman, carrying a child… The Wenren Family must be mad to have agreed to marry her in the first place.”

The housekeeper merely nodded his agreement by his side.

Awhile later, Li Hongyuan asked, “Anything new from the Jiang Family?”

“Nothing much, the Princess Consort… no, rather, Seventh Miss Jiang, has been spending her days at the Jiang Family or out and about with her sisters, enjoying tea and watching plays. She seems to be in high spirits.”

Li Hongyuan didn’t respond.

The housekeeper continued, “They say the unborn child is doing well, Seventh Miss Jiang is able to eat and sleep well, and no longer feeling nauseous. But she doesn’t seem to have gained much weight…”

Li Hongyuan frowned, “Why are you babbling about these trifling matters, do you have too much time on your hands?”

“Isn’t this what the Prince wanted to know?”

“Oh, so now you even know what I’m thinking. Shall we switch roles, with you being the master and me the servant?”

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare!”

“Get out, stop annoying me.”

“Ah, I have gathered more details. If your Highness wishes to listen, this servant shall finish speaking before leaving.”

“Speak then.”

The housekeeper leaned in and murmured, “On the day Lady Yuan proposed, Seventh Miss Jiang personally rejected the proposal. Does your Highness know why?”

Li Hongyuan picked up his tea with indifference, “What did she say?”

“She said she loves the Prince and won’t accept anyone else in this lifetime.”

“Pfft???? ”

Li Hongyuan spat out his tea.

The housekeeper managed to dodge it in time, a look of relief on his face, “Thank goodness I’m quick on my feet.”

Li Hongyuan tossed the remaining tea in his cup onto his housekeeper’s clothes, “Try dodging that.”

The housekeeper:”…”

Li Hongyuan set down his tea cup, wiping the spilled tea from his lips as he eyed his housekeeper, “What did you just say?”

“Huh?”

“Speak up!”

“Oh, Seventh Miss Jiang? She said she loves the Prince, and therefore wouldn’t marry Wenren Zong.”

“Nonsense.”

“This is true, the Princess Consort herself said it. A young servant overheard it and spread the news,” the housekeeper nervously stuttered, “The Princess Consort truly has deep and enduring affection for the Prince. Even after being divorced, she’s still wholeheartedly thinking of you. But alas…”

Li Hongyuan’s brows furrowed, “Alas what?”

“Alas, love is not reciprocated. Our Princess Consort is pitiable, truly pitifiable.”

“Pitiable? Have you seen how shamelessly overbearing she is?” Li Hongyuan coldly retorted.

“Indeed,” the housekeeper laughed, “I saw the Princess Consort listening to a story at the Prosperity Teahouse earlier, and Thirteenth Young Master Wenren was also there chatting with her. It seems this Young Master Wenren still holds some feelings for the Princess Consort. Even though the Prince divorced her, with her beauty, she doesn’t have to worry…”

“Get out.” Overwhelmed by irritability, Li Hongyuan abruptly commanded, “You’ve grown bold, daring to chatter incessantly before me.”

The housekeeper promptly closed his mouth, silently exiting the room.

Li Hongyuan returned to his book, but after reading a few lines, he couldn’t concentrate.

He didn’t know why, but his heart was restless.

Abandoning his book, he stood up.

An attendant quickly followed, “Where does the Prince wish to go?”

“Prepare the horse, I want to go out for a walk.”

As he hopped onto his horse, intending to enter the palace, he passed by Prosperity Teahouse. Outside, he saw a carriage bearing the Jiang Family crest parked.”

He couldn’t help but glance towards the teahouse—