Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1196 - 1202: Scratching One’s Face (6)

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1202: Scratching One’s Face (6)

A maid serving by the side was shocked for a moment, her eyes widened, but then she bowed her head again, not daring to look up, yet her ears perked up, listening carefully to the dialogue between the two, fearing she might miss a word and endanger her precious nephew’s life!

Mo Zili said, "Although that servant made mistakes, he has grown up with me since childhood, and out of consideration for his usual loyalty, spare his dog’s life. Besides, you’re pregnant, and all this fighting and killing isn’t good for the child."

Du Wanqing felt a bit uneasy when Mo Zili mentioned her pregnancy, and she lowered her head, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief to hide her nervousness. With a nasal tone, she chided, "What quack prescribed that contraceptive medicine you sent me? It didn’t work at all, forcing someone so young to endure the hardships of childbirth. I never intended to have children so young!"

Hearing her indeed shift the blame of the pregnancy onto the Imperial Physician, Mo Zili’s heart chilled, feeling that the pristine image he had seen under the peach blossom tree had collapsed in his heart.

If at this moment, Du Wanqing had admitted that it was intentional, that it was because she loved him too much and wanted to bear his child, perhaps he could cope better. But this barefaced deceit and her seamless act made him feel so estranged!

Yes, for the first time, he felt a sense of estrangement from her, as if she was far removed from the solitary, untainted woman he had imagined. It even seemed that her pride and aloofness were all put on. The feeling was just terrible.

He couldn’t stay any longer and said lightly, "Rest well. Ask for anything you need, and I’ll come to visit you after I’m better!"

Du Wanqing said in disbelief, "Zili, you’re leaving just like that?"

She had just entered the mansion; her face had been scratched; her fetus was unstable. Shouldn’t he be at her side, comforting and encouraging her? He used to treat her so well, looking for opportunities every day to visit her, stay with her, often sighing that time with her was never enough. Now that she had entered the mansion, he only exchanged a few words with her before he was eager to leave. What had happened? Was he blaming her for being discovered by people in the mansion, or did he no longer care for her because her face was marred?

Du Wanqing touched her burning cheek, her expression one of disbelief.

Mo Zili said, "I need to go back and take my medicine!"

Du Wanqing stiffened, recalling that Mo Zili was also seriously injured. She had been preoccupied with her own issues and forgot to ask if his wounds had healed or what medicine he was currently taking.

But it was too late now; Mo Zili, supported by a little boy, shuffled away...

When he returned to his Cool Autumn Pavilion, his great-aunt Lady Wu had just left, and Xiang Yun still had red-rimmed eyes. Seeing him come back, she froze.

The person he had been longing for had finally entered the mansion, pregnant no less. Shouldn’t he stay there with her and their child? What was he doing back here?

Mo Zili saw Xiang Yun staring blankly at him with red eyes, her adorably dumbfounded appearance cutely touching. He spoke coldly, "What are you standing there for, silly? Come and give me a hand. After all the commotion, the bone that was healing is about to break again!"

Xiang Yun snapped out of it with an "Oh" and hurried over to assist him.

Xiang Yun was taller and plumper than Du Wanqing. When she was close, she felt soft and cushiony, unlike the petite, thin Du Wanqing, whose bony frame caused severe discomfort when touched.

Mo Zili leaned on Xiang Yun and made his way to the side of the couch, slowly getting onto it.

Just then, Grandmother had sent her maid, Ming Yue, from her room to deliver ginseng soup to Mo Zili!

The ginseng soup was made from the 500-year-old ginseng that Cai Wei had given her, a complete root valued as a treasure of the mansion. Since Mo Zili was injured, Grandmother had ordered that every day a two-tael slice be cut from that old ginseng to brew a strengthening soup for him. Mo Zili’s quick recovery owed much to this 500-year-old ginseng!

Mo Zili took the ginseng soup and drank it, but Ming Yue didn’t leave. Smiling, she said, "Grandmother said that she’s placed this priceless treasure entirely on the Young Master. You need to pull yourself together, get well soon, and quickly give her the pleasure of holding her legitimate grandson!"

Hearing this, Xiang Yun’s face turned beet red; she bowed her head, took the finished bowl from Mo Zili, and ordered Yingyu to wash it.

But Mo Zili solemnly said, "Please trouble Sister Ming Yue to return and give Grandmother this message: Zili will certainly not disappoint her!"