Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Jiang Ning glanced at him, feeling inexplicably guilty.

After all, he had been locked up in the Prison of Court of Judicial Review for more than two months entirely because of her. Although the Prime Minister’s Mansion had been taking care of him, she had never visited him.

It seemed somewhat heartless.

But Huang Ying, fearing that they might become distant again, hastily explained, “Your Highness, please don’t misunderstand. Our Princess Consort has been bedridden and unable to move for the past two months. It’s only in the past few days that she’s been able to take a few steps.”

Li Hongyuan’s gaze fell on her legs.

She was wearing a light blue skirt, stepping on a pair of delicate blue embroidered shoes of the same color, embellished with tiny pearls. The ensemble was exquisite.

Of course, her legs were hidden beneath the skirt.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“For a short while,” Jiang Ning honestly replied, “but the doctor said it would take another month or so of rest for a full recovery.”

“If that’s the case, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” Jiang Ning gestured for Huang Ying to put down the food box. “These are all handmade by me, please give them a try, Your Highness. No matter what, you ended up in this situation only because you were trying to save me. I feel guilty about it.”

Li Hongyuan said indifferently, “This Prince doesn’t need your guilt.”

“I heard that you were injured as well, Prince. Have you recovered?” Jiang Ning asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me take a look.”

“There’s nothing to see,” Li Hongyuan replied dismissively, “Just leave after you finish looking.”

Jiang Ning looked at Li Yuanyuan: “Didn’t you say that he missed me and really wanted to see me? Why doesn’t it seem like it?”

Li Yuanyuan:”…”

Li Hongyuan also looked at her in astonishment.

Li Yuanyuan quickly said, “Your Highness, please don’t be angry. I was just… It was just a slip of the tongue, and I meant no harm.”

“This Prince doesn’t like gossipy women,” Li Hongyuan said coldly. “Also, who allowed you to go to the Prime Minister’s Mansion and ask her to bring you to the Prison of Court of Judicial Review? If it happens again, you’ll be sent to the countryside to accompany Ms. Zhao.”

Li Yuanyuan quickly knelt down, “Your Highness, please don’t be angry. I won’t dare to do it again.”

“Get out.”

“Yes.” Li Yuanyuan stood up with tears in her eyes, looked at him a few times, and reluctantly left.

Huang Ying knew how to take a hint and followed suit, even dragging Gucheng out with him.

Jiang Ning said, “You’re being too heartless. Ms. Li has been deeply devoted to you, following you to the Imperial Mausoleum to suffer and then accompanying you all the way back, and waiting all alone at the Prince of Yu’s residence every day, longing to see you. Is this how you treat her?”

“Yes, so this Prince has also received the same kind of retribution.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Li Hongyuan returned to the table and sat down. “You should leave now, and don’t come back here in the future.”

Jiang Ning wheeled herself over and got close to him: “Your Highness, you don’t seem to be in a good mood?”

“Living in a place like this, my mood naturally wouldn’t be good.”

“Then I’ll go ask Her Highness the Imperial Concubine to plead to His Majesty for your release.”

“No need.”

“What can I do to help you then?” At the end of the day, this is the future emperor she had chosen, and she still needed to cling to him for dear life.

“Nothing.”

“Are you always this cold?” Jiang Ning reached for his sleeve, “I heard your injury is on your arm, let me take a look.”

Li Hongyuan looked at the slender white fingers gripping his sleeve, hesitated, flicked her fingers away, withdrew his hand, and said, “If you must do something for this Prince in order to feel at ease, why don’t you stand up and take a few steps for me to see?”

“Just that?”

“Yes.”

“That’s too easy.”

Jiang Ning reached for the table to steady herself and effortlessly stood up..