Those outrageous speculations, upon careful consideration, seem increasingly credible.
However, even if they’re true, it has nothing to do with him.
He is not interested in others’ private affairs.
Lu Ziyuan half-leaned against the back of the chair, rubbed his throbbing temples, and suddenly asked, "What day is it today?"
Mingjian was taken aback and replied, "... the eighth of September."
The eighth of September...
Wanwan had left him nine months ago.
Lu Ziyuan reached out to cover his eyes, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
"Leave."
Over the past half-year, Mingjian had grown accustod to his master’s unpredictable moods and swiftly left upon hearing the command.
The door gently closed, sealing the proud and unyielding man inside.
No one could glimpse his pain and despair, his disgrace and plight.
......
The next day, at dawn.
In the brightly lit hall that had been illuminated all night, the chins of the three n bore a hint of stubble.
Listening to the increasingly weakened and eventually disappearing cries from inside, all turned pale.
When a young maid ca out carrying a basin of bloodied water, Pei Yuqing could no longer endure it and stopped her to ask, "Why has she stopped crying?"
The young maid was startled and hastily replied, "Madam is out of strength at the mont. She just drank so ginseng soup. The midwife said she’s at the final stage and needs to conserve energy for later."
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuqing’s ashen face looked slightly better.
He stepped aside to let the maid leave.
Xie YanYu, standing nearby, paced anxiously. Who knew childbirth could be so grueling?
And this was after the doctor and midwife both assured that the fetus was positioned correctly, without any risks.
All due to that vile scoundrel!
Speak of the devil, footsteps echoed in the courtyard.
The steward, stationed at the gate, ran in. "Sir, His Highness is here."
All three were shocked.
The sky was just beginning to lighten. Why was this plague god here?
Unlike yesterday, when he directly entered the courtyard, this ti they had a chance. Pei Yuqing imdiately left the hall and hid in a side room.
As he avoided him, Lu Ziyuan’s figure appeared at the gate.
No matter how annoyed they were, Ji Chengfeng and Xie YanYu still had to go and greet him.
The morning dew outside was dense and damp. This ti, Lu Ziyuan went straight into the inner hall.
One door away, Xie Wanqing was in labor.
To prevent her from being distracted, no one inford her of Lu Ziyuan’s arrival.
So, she was unaware of this.
As Lu Ziyuan stepped inside, his keen sense of sll detected the strong scent of blood even through the door and heavy curtains.
He frowned, and Ji Chengfeng imdiately said, "The delivery room is sullied; Your Highness, please excuse yourself."
"It’s fine," Lu Ziyuan replied. "I returned to the Capital today to inform you."
"..."
How rare; must sothing like returning to the Capital require the Crown Prince himself to visit early in the morning to announce?
Uncertain of his intentions, Ji Chengfeng’s expression remained unchanged, "This subject sends off Your Highness."
Lu Ziyuan gave a faint acknowledgnt, his gaze resting on the delivery room’s entrance, "Has she been in labor all night?"
... Needless to say!
Ji Chengfeng answered, "Yes."
Lu Ziyuan nodded indifferently and glanced at Xie YanYu, clicking his tongue lightly, "Who is the woman inside that has you so worried?"
Having stayed up all night, Xie YanYu was now unkempt and haggard, truly wasting that handso appearance.
Worried about his sister inside, Xie YanYu had been on edge all night and was in no mood for distraction or to deal with him. He casually replied, "It’s not important who it is, just soone Your Highness doesn’t know."
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