Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 1133 - 362: Reminiscing, Simple Happiness

Chapter 1133: Chapter 362: Reminiscing, Simple Happiness

"Pregnant? How, how is that possible? It was only ten days ago that..." Princess Consort Liang looked at Mo Yan, her expression filled with excitement, as she was about to say something when she suddenly remembered the presence of men other than her husband and swallowed back her words.

It wasn’t that Princess Consort Liang didn’t trust Mo Yan’s medical skills, but just two days ago, her menstrual cycle had just ended. Under normal circumstances, others might not even consider the possibility that they could be pregnant.

Mo Yan knew what Princess Consort Liang was about to say and explained vaguely, "Your Highness’s body is somewhat weak. It must have been due to exhaustion from the past few days. For the next two months, it is best for Your Highness to rest in bed to recuperate. Only after three months, when the pregnancy is stable, can you start moving around."

Xiao Ruiyuan and Chu Heng, these two men, did not understand what Mo Yan meant, but Princess Consort Liang did. She suddenly placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her face a mix of relief and fear.

The first three months of pregnancy are the most dangerous, with a high risk of spontaneous miscarriage. Some women, lacking experience, may miscarry but mistake it for the onset of their menstrual cycle. Mo Yan, who frequently saw patients at Du’s Medical Hall, had witnessed such cases several times.

Princess Consort Liang experienced spotting due to her hectic schedule during the holidays, which led her to overexert herself -- she had thought the abdominal pain was just due to a lack of rest and had not paid much attention to it.

Fortunately, the child was resilient, but still affected to some extent. For the next two months, Princess Consort Liang would have to spend her days in bed; otherwise, even a sneeze could lead to the risk of experiencing spotting again.

The Crown Prince, who had been dumbstruck by Mo Yan’s announcement of "Her Highness is with child," took a long time to come back to his senses. It was only upon hearing that his wife’s body was weak and needed bed rest that he snapped back to reality, his eyes firmly fixed on Mo Yan: "Are you certain?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan almost wanted to roll her eyes to the heaven. It was obviously great news; why did neither of them believe it? Or was it that they trusted their own ability to conceive but simply did not believe in her medical skills?

She took a deep breath and said with utmost seriousness, "Her Highness is indeed pregnant. If Your Highness does not believe me, once the Imperial Physician arrives, let him verify it again."

Seeing how sure Mo Yan was, Chu Heng had no more doubts, but he still felt like he was in a dream.

He had lived for twenty-six years, struggling on the brink of death for the first twenty-five. Even with a beautiful wife and concubines, what was the use? The Heart-eating Poison had hollowed out his body, to say nothing of siring healthy offspring — he couldn’t even consummate his marriage.

After the poison was neutralized and he had a full year of recovery, he finally consummated his marriage with Wanqing. At that time, even Doctor Gui could not guarantee that the Heart-eating Poison wouldn’t affect his offspring, so he dared not hope for children of his own.

Without an heir, and with no good news from the harem, many ministers had petitioned the Emperor, suggesting he should adopt a son from among his younger brothers for him, and a few despicable ones used this as an excuse to suggest changing the Crown Prince. Although those petitions were kept unissued by the Emperor, he knew that adoption was inevitable if he remained childless.

Now, Wanqing was pregnant with his legitimate child — whether it was a boy or girl, no one would dare to bring up adoption or changing the Crown Prince again.

Unsure of what he was feeling, Chu Heng squatted down next to his wife, reaching out to touch her belly but then hesitated, fearing he might disturb the unborn child still taking shape.

He withdrew his hand and held his wife’s tightly, his voice revealing the nervousness he was unaware of: "Wanqing, do you feel unwell anywhere? If so, please don’t endure it."

After eight years of marriage, this was the first time Princess Consort Liang saw her husband so flustered. She understood that he cared about the child in her womb, yet she still felt happy, her smile soft with maternal warmth: "Your Highness, I feel fine. I just couldn’t stand the smell of fish earlier, but there’s no serious issue now."

Hearing this, Chu Heng’s tense heart gradually relaxed, but he did not let go of his wife’s hand.

Before long, an old Imperial Physician with a white beard was hastily brought in by the guard. After checking Princess Consort Liang’s pulse, he too concluded that she had been pregnant for over a month. Suddenly, the entire dining hall was immersed in overwhelming joy, and Princess Consort Liang shed tears of excitement once again.

The old Imperial Physician, more skilled than Mo Yan, perceived signs of a potential miscarriage from Princess Consort Liang’s pulse. He immediately prescribed Fetus-preserving Medicine and instructed her to drink it for three consecutive days. If there were no symptoms like abdominal pain after three days, she would only need to rest in bed and not take any more medicine.