The Destiny of Going to Hell

Qingying on the other side had the same idea.

Since she can no longer have children, it doesn't matter whose child she adopts, so why not just adopt Chen Wanyin's?

Firstly, Brother Hongli has feelings for Chen Wanyin. If Chen Wanyin died, her child would be brought up by me. Given Brother Hongli's guilt, wouldn't he be more fond of and closer to me, the one who takes care of the child?

Secondly, Chen Wanyin's child had been diagnosed as a little prince, and more importantly, she was too jealous of Chen Wanyin. Although she always put on airs, she actually knew that her family background was not even as good as Chen Wanyin's.

Her father was a high-ranking official. Chen Wanyin looked like a fairy from heaven, and was loved by her brother Hongli. She even became pregnant shortly after getting married.

What about her?

The more tragic the comparison, the more Qingying envied Chen Wanyin. She wished that Chen Wanyin would die quickly so that brother Hongli's heart would return to her.

Qingying smiled like an evil old lady in the palace. As long as Chen Wanyin died, all problems would be solved.

Brother Hongli was a policeman who kept an eye on Chen Wanyin every day, but everyone had difficulties. If she was right, Fucha Langya might not want to take action against Chen Wanyin.

Why couldn't I get pregnant? It was all because of her. I guess Chen Wanyin just got lucky.

Fu Cha Lang Ya would not let Chen Wan Yin give birth to the eldest son, but Fu Cha Lang Ya had already angered her brother Hong Li because of the bracelet incident, so she did not dare to take any action against her offspring.

Then she only had one choice left: to kill the mother and keep the child.

Completely consistent with your purpose.

Fu Cha Langya is the legitimate wife, and she arranged for a midwife and others. Perhaps brother Hongli would not use them for safety reasons.

So what he needed to do was to ensure that no matter whether Fu Cha Langya could succeed during Chen Wanyin's delivery, Chen Wanyin would have a difficult delivery.

Qingying immediately pretended to be stupid. Ah Ruo called her several times but she didn't respond. She just tilted her head and cried silently.

Ah Ruo stepped forward and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Under Qingying's guidance, Ah Ruo thought of killing Chen Wanyin so that Qingying could adopt the child. Ah Ruo nodded seriously, "Master, don't worry, you will definitely have a child."

Qingying held back her tears and patiently said, "Aruo, I'm fine. I just feel sad that I can't be a mother. Please don't do anything stupid."

There was worry on Qingying's face, but it was only superficial. The smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows could not be concealed at all.

Suoxin felt sick as she watched Ah Ruo step by step fall into Qingying's trap.

The night falls softly, making all the conspiracies and plots silent.

Chen Wanyin was lying on the couch, reading a collection of poems that she had found in Hongli's study. She was so absorbed in reading it that Hongli suddenly touched her eyes and took the book away from her. "Yinyin, go to bed early. It's already late. Read again tomorrow. Watch out for hurting your eyes if you look at the candlelight for too long."

Chen Wanyin sighed, pulled the thin sky blue satin quilt covering her legs, changed her position and leaned on Hongli's shoulder.

"I heard from Feng Wu and Madam Liu that you didn't eat a single grain of rice for dinner. How about we have some almond milk porridge? You just spent the whole day busy with the things that the Emperor's father told you to do, and you didn't eat properly. How can I feel at ease?"

Hongli looked worried. Chen Wanyin nodded gently, "Then use some. I really have no appetite. This child is always making a fuss."

Chen Wanyin had a listless look on her face, so Hongli coaxed her to eat some porridge bit by bit. Seeing that she really couldn't finish it, he carefully wiped the stains from the corners of her mouth.

He half-knelt, and reached out to touch Chen Wanyin's belly, "Little guy, when you come out, I will definitely beat you up and let you bully your mother."

Chen Wanyin was amused by his funny behavior, "Yuanlang is becoming more and more childish."

Just as Hongli was about to get up, he heard Chen Wanyin cry out, "What's wrong, Yinyin?"

Chen Wanyin smiled faintly and shook her head, "It's just that my shoulders and neck are a little sore, it's nothing serious."

Hongli glanced at her sideways, half complaining, "I told you to sit less for long periods of time reading, but you didn't listen. Lie down quickly." Hongli helped Chen Wanyin lie down on the bed, walked to the bedside, and leaned over to massage Chen Wanyin's shoulders.

Hongli explained tenderly while pressing the acupuncture point, "This acupuncture point is specially used to relieve fatigue. Pressing it a few more times will help relax the muscles and loosen the tendons and bones. You always like to lean sideways when you sit and read. Over time, your spine will easily become twisted. You should pay attention to this."

Hongli heard that pregnant women would always have swollen legs and various aches and pains, and remembered that Chen Wanyin always liked to read while leaning over, so he found a nanny in the palace who was good at massage and learned the technique himself.

Just to make Chen Wanyin feel more comfortable.

Chen Wanyin closed her eyes and praised, "Thank you Yuanlang for your concern." As the two talked, Chen Wanyin's voice gradually became lower, and soon Hongli could no longer hear her voice. He turned sideways and saw that Yinyin had fallen asleep.

So Hongli gently helped Chen Wanyin take off her coat, wiped her face with a hot towel, washed himself, and then covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.

He kissed Chen Wanyin on the cheek and fell asleep with his arms around her.

The bright moonlight poured in from the window, and the two hearts were so close to each other that Hongli had the illusion that in this huge world, they were the only two people who were leaning on each other for warmth.

Four months after Chen Wanyin became pregnant, the palace bestowed another princess, named Su Lujun, who was from the Han army flag.

She was originally happy and proud to be chosen to live in Prince Bao's mansion, but after entering the mansion, she found that the prince was not very warm to her and had never entered her courtyard until now.

Qingying was a very arrogant person. Although she spoke in a friendly manner, there was always a gleam of condescending sarcasm in her eyes when she looked at herself.

However, he himself had no chance to meet Lady Yin, who was said to be loved by the prince. At first, Fucha Langya even extended an olive branch to her, but it was obvious that Hongli didn't think of her at all and there was no intention of getting close to her after that.

So in the end, Su Lujun could only hug Fu Cha Zhuying.

But after all, Fu Cha Langya was the legitimate wife, so Su Lujun was still respectful to her and did not dare to neglect her at all. At the same time, she embroidered some pieces and sent them to Qingying, and there was also a portion in Chen Wanyin's yard.

It gives people the feeling that everyone wants to please everyone, but all the talented people can never please anyone.

She was a fence-sitter who changed with the wind, and no one wanted to make close friends with her. Fu Cha Zhu Ying just regarded her as a person to chat with to relieve her boredom.

After all, Qingying's appearance made it difficult to continue the conversation. She was too aloof. Chen Wanyin refused to accept her surrender, and Fu Cha Langya was even more wary of her.

This was too lonely, so she set her sights on Su Lujun.

I am an honest person, so it doesn't matter if I have some little thoughts.

Chen Wanyin frowned as she looked at the medicine. Why did she always feel that something was wrong? But she couldn't put her finger on it for a moment.

(Some of the heroine's memories have been sealed, leaving her with only instincts. This will be explained at the end of the story.)