"My life is not in danger," said the Prince of Jin, "But... but..."
Tang Zhuyun breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing that her life was no longer in danger.
As long as you're alive, everything else can wait.
"Just what?"
"It only ruined half of his face."
It turned out that a fire had broken out at Song Jingyang's place, and he had been burned.
The burns elsewhere weren't severe, but when he ran out, a falling pillar grazed half his face, making it look rather unsightly.
Tang Zhuyun asked, "Is everything else alright?"
Prince of Jin: "He should be fine, just his face is badly injured."
Song Jingyang wrote to him, expressing his concern about being disliked by Xiu'er, which made Prince of Jin feel both sorry for him and amused.
Song Jingyang said that Xiu'er's attraction to him must be due to his versatility, and his handsome face is also a factor.
He looks so bad he doesn't even dare to look in the mirror. How will he face Xiu'er in the future?
Tang Zhuyun: "... I understand, but it's not that serious. Perhaps I can help."
What she really meant was, "Isn't this the perfect plastic surgeon, Ren Yingying, who's so useless? She's come in handy now!"
She added, "Actually, Xiu'er won't mind, because I feel the same way. Although I was initially attracted to your face, once I get used to it, it's not so bad..."
The Prince of Jin said in a sinister tone, "Hmm?"
"A man's worth isn't in his looks! I'm not as superficial as I used to be."
"So, you've got a deep understanding?"
Tang Zhuyun: Something's not right. Where's the report button?
Then Nanxing came carrying Xiu'er.
"Your Majesty, Xiu'er's stomach hurts!" Nanxing's forehead was covered in sweat, not from exhaustion, but from fright. "Please take a look at her quickly."
"Put it on the couch!" Tang Zhuyun hurriedly said.
The Prince of Jin went out, but did not go far. He stood under the eaves, listening to the sounds inside.
Song Jingyang's so-called fire accident was mostly caused by human error.
He faced numerous difficulties in Qingzhou.
The baby in Xiu'er's belly must not have any more problems.
"Your Majesty," Xiu'er cried, tears streaming down her face, as she tightly gripped Tang Zhuyun's wrist, "The child cannot be harmed!"
"It'll be alright," Tang Zhuyun said calmly. "Come on, let go, let me check you out. Xiu'er, be good, relax, yes, relax."
Strangely, when Xiu'er relaxed, she found that her stomach didn't seem to hurt anymore.
"There's a little bleeding," Tang Zhuyun said, "But it's nothing serious."
Xiu'er: "Are you really alright, Your Highness? Please don't lie to me, I..."
Why would I lie to you? If something were to happen, I might lie to you for a day or two, but could I lie to you for a lifetime?
Xiu'er breathed a sigh of relief. "Did Pei Shen scold me?"
Tang Zhuyun: "... It's normal to experience abdominal pain during pregnancy, don't scare yourself."
However, she felt a mix of emotions.
--Could this be a feeling in my heart?
Xiu'er said, "Actually, it hurt a few times at night a few days ago, but I didn't pay attention to it..."
It seems that telepathy might actually exist.
Tang Zhuyun decided to tell Xiuer in a few days, once Xiu'er condition had stabilized.
This is bad news, but it's not an unbearable tragedy.
Song Jingyang is currently injured and anxious, and he definitely wants Xiu'er's care the most, so I still need to tell Xiu'er in a few days.
Tang Zhuyun came out of the room, and Prince of Jin immediately came over.
"How about it?"
"It's nothing," Tang Zhuyun said.
"That's good." Prince of Jin breathed a sigh of relief. "Let her stay in the capital for a few more days, and we'll arrange for a separate journey to meet us later."
Tang Zhuyun pulled Prince of Jin a few steps outside. "Actually, Xiu'er is fine, she's just nervous. I guess it's because she hasn't received any letters from Song Jingyang these past few days, so she's been a little unsettled and affected by it?"
"That's possible."
"Let's go together," Tang Zhuyun said. "It'll be better to look after each other on the road; otherwise, I won't feel at ease."
"Okay, you decide."
Tang Zhuyun was a doctor, so she obviously knew more about Xiu'er's physical condition.
The Prince of Jin added, "Someone might come tonight; you'll have to greet them for me."
"Who?"
"Wenshu."
"Who?"
What could be so serious as to alarm Manjushri Bodhisattva?
Prince of Jin: "Mianmian."
Tang Zhuyun: "Huh?"
Could it be that Mianmian was placed by the Prince of Jin on the Huaishang?
"I'll talk to you tonight. Huaishang will bring her over. If I'm not back by then, you can talk to them for a while."
Okay. Where are you going?
Tang Zhuyun thought that Huaishang would probably come to see the Prince of Jin before leaving.
The question is, bringing Mianmian along means these two are engaged?
It seems like things are progressing a bit too fast...
"I'll go check on Nanny Rong," said Prince of Jin.
Tang Zhuyun nodded hurriedly. "Go ahead, you should go. Don't rush back."
Nanny Rong had been kind to them, and now she had gone to a nunnery to spend the rest of her life in solitude, with only the sound of a lamp and the sound of Buddha. Tang Zhuyun felt sorry for her.
She had struggled for far too long between her former master and the Prince of Jin.
Hopefully, this is a relief for her now.
"Wait a moment, let me pack some things for her," Tang Zhuyun said.
Soon, she brought out two large bundles. "Here's a bearskin, she can use it to keep warm in the winter. There are also some snacks and loose silver... She probably won't accept more, but I'll send someone to deliver things to her regularly..."
The Prince of Jin accepted the gift, gave her a deep look, and then turned to leave.
No one can control their emotions at will, especially Nanny Rong, who has taken care of him for many years... Even after all that happened later, she has always been silently helping Prince of Jin.
Therefore, Tang Zhuyun did not harbor much resentment towards her.
Nanny Jing and Nanny Rong represent the initial joy of Prince of Jin's life and his support as he grew up.
Without Nanny Rong, Tang Zhuyun and Prince of Jin would hardly have made it this far.
The debts owed should be repaid, since their return is uncertain.
Pei Shen arrived that evening.
"Little Birdie, I've made all the arrangements at the manor. We'll travel together tomorrow." His eyes were full of joy.
Nanxing: "Where are you going?"
Pei Shen was stunned. "To go to the Northwest with you."
"Who told you I was going to the Northwest?"
Pei Shen: "Then, then you..."
"The Emperor has granted you permission to leave the capital? Looks like the beating you received wasn't painful enough."
Pei Shen: "You found out?"
He went to tell the emperor he wanted to leave the capital, and was beaten by the emperor.
He hasn't received permission yet, but since he's already been beaten, he'll ask for leave first to appease his wife. If that doesn't work, he'll ask the Emperor for leave again.
In short, just follow along and you can't go wrong.
He can take the beatings and the punishments; as long as he has a wife, he's a son who's loved and cared for!
"Come on, don't embarrass yourself at the Prince's residence. We still have to see the Empress off outside the city early tomorrow morning."
Pei Shen was stunned; he simply couldn't believe it.
Did someone speak up for him?
Happiness came so suddenly that he felt a kind of anxious, fleeting moment of lucidity.