Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 504 - 17: The Cannon Fodder Vase in the Scheming Nov

As soon as he said that, Zhao Ziyuan imdiately knew his intentions.

She pursed her lips and spoke coldly.

"You want to give birth, but how will you assign the child’s identity?"

"The child can... can be said to be Jiang Lai’s. If I persuade her, she will surely treat the child as her own. Once my grand enterprise is stable, I will marry you in a splendid ceremony!"

"Ha... what a joke, you want my child to call soone else mother? Chu Yunxuan, are you intentionally trying to humiliate ?"

Chu Yunxuan frowned, his tone becoming sowhat impatient.

"Then what do you want? I want to elevate you to the position of wife, but you refuse. You also refuse to temporarily send the child to the Prince Consort’s side. I only want a descendant, and I only want you to give birth.

Now, what do you expect to do?"

Chu Yunxuan felt that he had no room to retreat.

Zhao Ziyuan still kept a stern face, unwilling to speak.

Because she didn’t know what to say right now either.

She wanted Chu Yunxuan to ascend the throne, but she didn’t want to bear his child without a legitimate status, nor did she want her child to call soone else mother.

Such a dilemma, yet she didn’t want to compromise one bit.

Chu Yunxuan couldn’t hold his temper, asking hoarsely.

"If you love , why bother with these things! I have already promised there will only be you in my life. I’ve sacrificed so much for you, why are you unwilling to give even a little?

Ziyuan, do you truly care for in your heart?"

Zhao Ziyuan’s eyes turned red.

She understood Chu Yunxuan’s plight, but she wasn’t a feudal-minded ancient person who could tolerate him marrying other won already counted as a significant concession. Now he wants her to quietly bear his child!

Did this man ever consider her situation?

Chu Yunxuan couldn’t understand what Zhao Ziyuan was dissatisfied with.

In the end, the two parted on bad terms.

In fact, the joy did not disappear; it just shifted to Jiang Lai.

Listening to Little Buding’s animated retelling, Jiang Lai habitually grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, eagerly listening to the drama unfold.

"Is this a clash between ancient feudal thoughts and modern open ideas?"

"It’s a clash between a manipulative man and a selfish woman."

Both inherently self-centered, so such a clash is not surprising.

It’s a typical case of being able to endure hardship but not enjoy prosperity together.

Because they want too much too soon and as it seems within reach, internal conflicts have begun to erge.

"It’s curious, Zhao Ziyuan was willing to let Chu Yunxuan take a wife, so why is she unwilling to bear a child for him?"

"Because it threatens her interests."

When Chu Yunxuan marries another woman, the misfortune falls upon those won.

But if she has to bear a child, then she’s the one who suffers.

The pain of pregnancy is not sothing everyone can endure. As a doctor, Zhao Ziyuan knows better than anyone else that in this ancient ti, childbirth for won is nearly like stepping through death’s door.

Let alone the child would have to call soone else mother after being born.

Though usually full of sweet talk, Zhao Ziyuan is not foolish.

"Well, there’s nothing to be done about it. Since she doesn’t want this or that, it all depends on Chu Yunxuan’s basic qualities as a leading man."

High or not, Little Buding glanced again, unable to help but whistle.

"Guess where Chu Yunxuan went?"

"Hm, to Madam’s other courtyard, I bet."

"The maid by Chun Niang’s side has been stationed at the route Chu Yunxuan must pass by. As you predicted, Chu Yunxuan indeed followed."

Jiang Lai slowly nodded.

"Got it, got it, what’s so strange about it?"

"He is the hero, after all!"

"And then? That depends on whether he is career-focused or romance-focused. Which type do you think Chu Yunxuan is?"

Little Buding fell silent.

Because Jiang Lai made sense.

Zhao Ziyuan is realistic, and Chu Yunxuan is even more so.

Both have their own selfish motives, but both can suppress it. Yet with Jiang Lai’s instigation, it’s bound to beco problematic now.

"Would Chu Yunxuan succumb so easily?"

"He won’t."

Jiang Lai confidently turned over to sunbathe on the other side.

"Take it slow, anyway, life is so boring. With such a good show, you ought to watch it slowly."

Jiang Lai, extraordinarily lazy, but her weight kept dropping.

Now she even has a flawless reason to lose weight; that is Chu Yunxuan no longer dotes on her, directly stripped her of the authority over household finances and handed it to Chun Niang, and no longer stays overnight at her courtyard.

All throughout the mansion, rumors spread about Jiang Lai’s loss of favor, yet the people in the small kitchen continue to prepare sumptuous als for her.

Even better than before, albeit a lot sweeter, with more pastries than before.

Even nightti snacks are delivered nowadays.

That evening, Aunt Zhao, carrying a food box as usual, smiled as she brought out the warm dishes and pastries, inviting Jiang Lai.

"Prince Consort, the old servant made your favorite pearl ball soup and red date cake. It’s late, you must be hungry, have a bite before sleep."

Jiang Lai ca out in a loose dress, seeing the table full of food.

"Aunt Zhao, isn’t it bad to eat so much at night?"

"How could it be! Many people can’t even eat to their fill, yet Prince Consort has good als every day, the old servant is envious."

Seeing the old lady’s eyes shining, Jiang Lai yawned, looking exhausted.

"Not feeling hungry today, if you envy it, these are for you to enjoy.

Oh, many people outside can’t eat enough, so don’t waste it, eat it all before you leave."

Jiang Lai said calmly, with a very natural expression, leaving Aunt Zhao unsure of her intentions.

"How can I dare, Prince Consort if you’re not hungry then eat less, the old servant can share the rest with the servants."

"No need."

Jiang Lai waved her hand, then sat down, staring at Aunt Zhao.

"You worked in Taishi Mansion since young, and now accompany to Prince Mansion, you are the one I trust most here, so of course, when there’s good stuff, I should let you have it first.

Little He, get chopsticks for Aunt Zhao.

Oh, the wine sent last night is also unfinished, it’s yours too.

Finish eating and drinking before you leave, don’t worry about others seeing, we’re all our own people now, no need for restraint."

Said as much, Aunt Zhao was left with no choice but to eat.

So, she reluctantly sat, picked up the chopsticks, and began eating slowly.

"Why only eat the dishes up front? Can’t reach? Little He, help Aunt Zhao with the dishes."

Little He rolled up her sleeves and moved in, dismantling the pork knuckles in the center and placing the fatty, sauce-red knuckle skin into Aunt Zhao’s bowl.

"Aunt Zhao, eat more, these are all delicacies."

Aunt Zhao ate two or three bites and couldn’t swallow anymore.

"Prince Consort... I really can’t eat anymore."