I just want to rob you of your luck

When Jiang Cheng saw that Lin Jiuer's face looked strange, he was shocked and quickly put her on the bed and asked his men to find the court doctor.

The court doctor came over quickly, took Lin Jiuer's pulse and said with a smile: "Congratulations, my Lord, congratulations to my Lady, she is now one month pregnant."

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he laughed happily.

"Rewards, there are rewards for everyone, go down and receive your rewards!" The court doctor and several maids happily went out to receive their rewards.

Jiang Cheng took Lin Jiuer's hand, gently placed it on his lips and kissed it: "Jiuer, we have a child, I'm very happy, are you happy?"

Although Lin Jiuer felt it was a bit sudden, she had expected this day to come, so she was naturally very happy.

I just didn’t expect that the child would show up on the wedding day.

"My dear husband, I am naturally happy, but I am afraid that this child will disturb our wedding night. You won't be angry, right?"

"How could that be? The children are the most important. We won't do anything tonight. You should get some rest. You must be tired today. The children are protesting."

Lin Jiuer gently touched her belly and felt a little magical. She didn't expect that after going through so many things, this little guy still arrived so early.

The two of them slept in each other's arms that night. Jiang Cheng was very restrained, fearing that any excessive movement would disturb Lin Jiuer's rest.

Three days later, Jiang Cheng accompanied Lin Jiuer back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and only revealed the good news to the Duke of Zhenguo and his wife and his brother He Songnian.

Everyone knows that it is not advisable to publicize pregnancy in the first three months because there are too many people paying attention to it, and people are afraid that it will reduce the child's blessings and cause accidents.

However, the family of the Duke of Zhenguo was still happy for a long time behind closed doors. The Yue family even opened the warehouse and took out a large cart of treasured tonic medicines for Lin Jiuer to take back to the marquis' mansion.

The next ten days were happy and ordinary. Jiang Cheng was still busy. Lin Jiuer insisted on exercising at home every day, looking at the account books, and occasionally cooking a few side dishes while waiting for Jiang Cheng to come home.

One day, Jiang Cheng Xiumu was having lunch with Lin Jiuer when Gu Feng suddenly asked for a meeting in a panic.

"My Lord, there is an urgent letter from the Southern Border Military Camp!"

Jiang Cheng frowned: "Why are you so flustered? Jiuer is not an outsider, just say whatever you want to say."

Gu Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "Something happened to the prince!"

Jiang Cheng grabbed the letter, opened it, and his eyes instantly turned red. His body trembled slightly as if he was trying hard to suppress his grief.

"How could this happen? Was it really my fault that I shouldn't have sent him to the border to train? It was me who harmed him!"

Lin Jiuer had some guesses in her mind. Could it be that her eldest brother, the crown prince, had taken action?

She asked Gu Feng: "Gu Feng, what happened to the prince?"

This time when the prince went to southern Xinjiang, Jiang Cheng specially arranged two guards with good martial arts skills to follow him, just in case something unexpected happened to him.

But unexpectedly, an accident still happened.

Gu Feng knew that the Marquis still had deep feelings for the Crown Prince. After all, he was his eldest son and his only legitimate son.

He also felt sorry for the Marquis, and said in a sad tone: "The one who came back to deliver the letter was a guard arranged by the Marquis. He said that the prince was ambushed and shot by a poisoned arrow while participating in a small-scale battle against the barbarians. He died on the spot..."

Lin Jiuer exclaimed when she heard it, and immediately walked to Jiang Cheng and gently stroked his back.

"My Lord, please accept my condolences. The prince died for his country. He did not bring disgrace to our Dingyuan Marquisate, nor did he bring shame to you. He is a hero."

Anyway, the person is dead, so it doesn't matter if you say something nice. Lin Jiuer doesn't want Jiang Cheng to be devastated because of Jiang Hai's incident.

Jiang Cheng choked up and said, "I was too demanding of him. He wasn't cut out for this. Now he's lost his life in vain. I feel really bad."

Lin Jiuer seriously pulled Jiang Cheng to look him in the eye: "My Lord, you are doing this for the good of the prince, but no one expected that he would have an accident.

You know what he was like before. If he stayed in Kyoto, he would always be a fool. Now he is a hero who sacrificed his life for his country. People always respect and admire him when they mention him.

So the Marquis should be proud of him, and not blame himself. Does the Marquis hope that he will stay in Kyoto and get beaten to death one day for stealing a woman, and die in such a miserable way? "

Jiang Cheng paused, thinking that if Jiang Hai stayed in Kyoto, this would indeed be a possibility.

In comparison, dying like this seems to be a worthy death, at least one has a good reputation.

"Gu Feng, when will the prince's body be brought back?"

"Another guard is already on his way back with the prince's ashes."

Jiang Cheng said, "I see. Go down and ask Steward Tian to make the arrangements. By the way, send someone to the farm to inform Zhou, after all, she is Hai'er's mother. When the prince comes back, we can hold a simple ceremony and have Zhou come back to burn incense for him."

After Gu Feng left, Jiang Cheng sat there dejectedly. He stood up and looked at Lin Jiuer: "Jiuer, I'm going to the study to be quiet tonight. You should go to bed early."

Lin Jiuer knew that he wanted to miss his son alone.

She said worriedly, "I understand your feelings, but please don't be too sad. The baby in my belly and I need you too."

Jiang Cheng nodded, turned and walked out.

Lin Jiuer looked at his tall back, which suddenly became a little hunched, as if he had aged several years.

He sighed in his heart. Losing his son in middle age was indeed a big blow to him. He looked down on Jiang Hai and scolded him all day long, but in fact he still cared about this son very much.

Lin Jiuer stroked her belly, and decided to let her child gradually replace Jiang Hai's position in the future.

The person who went to the farm to deliver the letter came back and said that Zhou fainted on the spot after hearing that the prince had died in battle.

Mrs. Deng was also crying very sadly. Lin Jiuer smiled faintly, thinking it was just retribution.

Considering that Lin Jiuer was pregnant, the mourning hall was decorated very simply. It was just a simple mourning hall set up in a corner near the back door of the Marquis' Mansion.

Three days later, the people who escorted the prince's ashes came back and placed the ashes directly in the mourning hall.

It stands to reason that cremation was not allowed in that era, and the deceased should be buried in peace. Perhaps taking the long journey and hot weather into consideration, Jiang Hai was cremated directly in the military camp.

On this day, Zhou and Deng were allowed to come back to keep vigil for three days and to bid farewell to Jiang Hai.

When Zhou returned to Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, she didn't expect that her main courtyard had already become the wedding room of Jiang Cheng and Lin Jiuer.

She was forced to live in the prince's courtyard with Deng. Looking at the items in the room that her son had used and touching the clothes he had worn, Zhou's heart was filled with hatred for Lin Jiuer and Jiang Cheng.

It was these two bitches who killed my son!

She has nothing now, so how can she care about anything else? Zhou's mind is full of one thought: she wants to avenge her son!