After Kicking Over the Scumbag, the Whole City Wants to Marry Me

Chapter 197: Coaxing a Son



Chapter 197

This Yu Gu gave her an indescribable strange feeling.

However, Huai An smiled amiably, and she also suppressed the little doubt in her heart.

Yu Gu didn't like to talk, she quietly took out the pulse pillow and made a please gesture.

Gu Ying put her hand on the small table, and Yu Gu rolled up her sleeves for her, then sat on the chair next to her and carefully took her pulse for her.

Gu Ying was a little nervous... Probably the aftereffects left over from her previous life, she always felt that her body was still not good, and she was vaguely worried that the doctor would say something bad.

Yu Gu's pulse was extremely serious, and the room was silent.

It was probably the profession of doctor that was inherently intimidating to patients.

Rouge and the others didn't dare to speak either.

It was Yin Lan who rolled up the door curtain and came in, took a look at the quietness in the room, and said to Gu Ying, "Mistress, the old madam has come again. She said she was worried about you and came to see you, but from what I see, that Huo lady came with a task from Madam Cheng. I heard that early this morning, the old madam's eyes were red again after she came out of the Treasure Ink Hall, it looked like she had cried."

Regarding Huo Qiyun, Gu Ying still felt a little sympathy. She thought about it and said, "Let her in, it’s cold outside, don’t let her catch a cold."

"Yes." Yin Lan bowed and went out to call the person in.

Huai An's eyes fell straight on Yin Lan's back. Yin Lan was dignified and graceful, with clear brows and bright eyes, and more mature charm than a little girl. She often cooked for him and took great care of him ever since he entered the Duke's Mansion. Now he looked at her more and more fascinated, blushing to the tips of his ears.

It's just that he was a little timid in his heart and didn't dare to casually find someone to confess his feelings.

He was thinking of finding an opportunity to ask the mistress to help pull some strings...

Yin Lan didn't know what Huai An was thinking in his heart. She treated him well purely because she wanted her mistress to live well in Changfeng Pavilion.

After she led in Huo Qiyun and Lv Zhi, she went to prepare tea and snacks.

Huai An touched his nose and saw that there was nothing for him to do in the room, so he also followed out.

Yin Lan smiled and asked, "Lord Huai, what's the matter?"

As a captain of the Qilin Army and the left and right arm of the Crown Prince, Huai An was usually arrogant and domineering in front of his subordinates. But now looking at Yin Lan's slender figure, he didn't even dare to look her in the eye. "Cough cough, well... The pastries you made for me last time were pretty good."

Yin Lan smiled politely, "I'm glad Lord Huai liked them."

"Next time I want to eat the mung bean cakes you make."

"Sure, I’ll make them for Lord Huai."

"Is it just for me alone, or do the other brothers get them too?"

"Of course everyone should get them. After I make them, Lord Huai can just take them and distribute them to the brothers."

Huai An sneered coldly, “Humph, aren’t you generous... Do they deserve to eat the same thing as this captain?”

“Then...” This was Yin Lan’s mistake. She was trying to please the Crown Prince’s people, but didn’t think that Huai An was one of those guard captains, so of course his status and position were different. Seeing the man's displeased face, she smiled flexibly, "Then how about I only make them for Lord Huai this time?"

Huai An became happy in his heart, following Yin Lan like a little tail, “Anyway the mistress has nothing to do over there, I’ll come help you.”

Yin Lan felt that although Huai An looked quite sturdy, he was as easy to coax as a child. "The kitchen is dirty. It’s better if Lord Huai waits somewhere else.”

Watching Yin Lan skillfully put on an apron, her fair little face full of gentleness and wisdom, emitting a mature motherly aroma, he looked more and more fascinated, blushing to the tips of his ears. "I don't mind it being dirty."

Yin Lan was a servant and didn't dare casually drive him away either, so she could only coax him, “Alright then, thanks for the trouble Lord Huai. There is a small stool over there and some snacks and syrups. Lord Huai can help yourself and rest first. I’ll be done quickly.”

As Huai An savored her tone, he found it stranger and stranger. Why did she sound so much like she was coaxing her son?

No way! Could she be treating him as her son?

That won’t do!

......

In the side hall of Changfeng Pavilion.

As soon as Huo Qiyun entered, she smelled a strange warm fragrance in the side hall.

Then she saw Gu Ying sitting in a rosewood rose chair with some ambiguous marks on her alluring neck that made one’s imagination run wild. Her posture was lazy and sexy, her little face flushed, her brows and eyes clear and beautiful, and her eyes were watery like enchanting charms. Huo Qiyun felt a little unhappy in her heart.

However, she did not show it and walked to the chair expressionlessly and sat down. Looking at the strange masked woman in the side hall, she looked worried and asked, "Is Little Ying sick?"

Gu Ying smiled at the corner of her mouth and said, "It's fine. The Crown Prince asked someone to come check my pulse for peace of mind."

Huo Qiyun's face froze for a moment, but soon became frivolous again, and she laughed. "Prince Yu is so good to Little Ying."

The laugh looked quite sincere. In the past ten years, Huo Qiyun had been up and down alone in the Duke’s Mansion. Although she didn’t say it explicitly, she knew in her heart that she hadn’t let go of the Crown Prince.

Gu Ying felt a little uncomfortable in her heart and smiled without entangling with her on this issue anymore.

Just then, Yu Gu had just about finished taking her pulse.

Gu Ying then turned her head and asked, "Sister Yu, how is it?"

Only then did Yu Gu open her mouth. Her voice was a little hoarse and dry, "Mistress is fine, just a little deficient in qi and blood. I will prescribe a formula. Mistress can take one bowl of the medicine cooked down from three bowls of water to one bowl before bed every night to regulate it."

Gu Ying felt relieved in her heart that at least she was no longer like in her previous life where the doctor would tell her that her body was weak with deficient qi and blood no matter how she tried to nourish it.

She was in a very good mood and had Rouge bring over reward silver for Yu Gu, while also seeing her off.

Now only Huo Qiyun was left in the side hall.

Huo Qiyun smiled and said, "It’s good that Little Ying’s body is alright. Last night at the palace banquet, where did you go later? I looked everywhere for you but couldn’t find you.”

The question was asked carefully. Gu Ying knew that she wasn’t asking about herself, but was just using the question to inquire about the Crown Prince’s whereabouts.

The matter with Princess Yueyan was tricky and couldn’t be let known by others, so she casually explained, “Last night I drank a little wine and played around with Sister Ning for a while. Then I felt tired so I told the Crown Prince I would go back first. The Crown Prince didn’t come back until late at night. I guess His Majesty had matters to discuss with the Crown Prince, which was why he came back late.”

Huo Qiyun was stunned for a moment, and also laughed. “I see, so that’s what happened.”

Gu Ying didn’t disclose more, and Huo Qiyun didn’t dare ask further. But she was very clear that something must have happened between the two last night...

When Prince Yu left the mansion today, his handsome face had a hint of a smile that had never been there before. There were several small kiss marks scattered on his throat that he showed unabashedly.

Prince Yu’s doting on Gu Ying had reached an indescribable extent. Now the whole Chengdu knew that the Crown Prince cherished and favored his wife.

Gu Ying as the Crown Princess Consort made many people look at her with envy and jealousy.


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