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Jiang Ning finished speaking and looked at Huang Ying.
Although Huang Ying didnât know what she was going to do, she immediately took out a silver ingot and handed it to He Tang.
He Tang waved his hands repeatedly: âIâll take you back, no need for money, really no need. Xiaoning, why are you being so polite to me like this?â
Jiang Ning laughed: âOne thing at a time, even close brothers settle accounts properly; using your carriage and horses, I should pay.â
Huang Ying insisted on stuffing the silver into his hand.
âHuang Ying, get on the carriage,â Jiang Ning said.
Huang Ying helped her up, acting as her crutch, and hesitated as she looked left and right: âWhat about this wheelchair, Iâll call the coachman over to carryâ¦â
âAre you stupid? Your life is at stake, and you still want a carriage. Hurry up and go home, thatâs the main thing!â
âAh?â
âGet on the carriage.â
âOh, okayâ¦â Huang Ying helped her into the carriage.
Jiang Ning said to the coachman, âGo to the Prime Ministerâs Mansion.â Then, she said to He Tang, âOnce I get home, Iâll have the carriage go to your house; donât worry.â
He Tang quickly waved his hands: âNo problem, no problem. But Xiaoning, do you have any urgent matters?â
âItâs not a big deal; we can chat more when we see each other next time. Thank you, goodbye.â
Jiang Ning urged the carriage to go quickly.
The carriage was a bit shabby, and Huang Ying frowned as she looked at it.
âThat part is cracked.â
âItâs good enough to have something to sit in, and youâre still being picky. He Tangâs family is living modestly, and this carriage is probably the most valuable thing they have.â Jiang Ning looked outside.
Fortunately, the coachman from the Prince of Yuâs mansion hadnât noticed this side yet.
Huang Ying asked, âPrincess Consort, why did you suddenly want to go back to the Prime Ministerâs Mansion?â
Jiang Ning didnât hide it from her personal maid: âIâm pregnant.â
âThis servant knows, itâs a great joy. Could it be that you want to go back and tell the Old Madam yourself?â
âThe Prince of Yu doesnât want the child; he wants me to get rid of the child.â
ââ¦Why?â Huang Ying was shocked.
Would a man not want his own child?
Not to mention, he is the Prince of Yu.
Doesnât he want to fight for the Imperial Throne?
If the Princess Consort has a son, it would be a great advantage for him to fight for the throne in the future.
After all, the royal family values the prosperity of the family.
Huang Ying really couldnât understand.
Jiang Ning said, âYouâve seen how much he dislikes me. Perhaps this is hating the house and its crow. Because he hates me, a cripple, he doesnât want the child I give birth to.â
âHow can he do that?â Huang Ying frowned, âYou are the Main Consort, and you have the right to give birth to a legitimate child. The Prince is going too far.â
âHe can do whatever he likes, if I canât provoke him, canât I hide from him?â
âYouâre right, when you return to the Prime Ministerâs Mansion, with the Old Madam there, no one can do anything to you.â
The carriage rushed towards Jiang Familyâs residence.
The coachman from the Prince of Yuâs mansion leaned on the shaft and took a nap, occasionally glancing at the dumpling stall. With a glimpse, he saw the wheelchair still there, so he continued to close his eyes and rest.
By the time he finally realized something was wrong, the people were long gone.
The coachman panicked and hurried to report to Li Hongyuan.
âWhat do you mean the person is gone?â
âThe servant doesnât know, just, just when I looked, the Princess Consort and Miss Huang Ying were both goneâ¦â The coachman trembled in fear, âPlease forgive me, my lord, spare this servantâ¦â
Li Hongyuanâs eyes darkened slightly, and he turned the horseâs head to return to the dumpling stall.
As expected, the people were gone, leaving only a wheelchair behind.
He called the dumpling stall owner to inquire.
The owner was trembling: âThis humble one really knows nothing, I only saw that lady with the bad legs and her maid get into a shabby carriage and go in that direction..â