They are all concubines, so of course they choose the future emperor.

Prince Jing did not respond to her immediately.

Rong An moved a chair over, and Prince Jing sat down in front of the bed before he asked.

"Have you eaten anything by mistake these days?"

Guan Rou's eyes flickered, but quickly returned to normal.

"Everything I eat and use is prepared by the princess. The princess takes good care of me and I don't think she will harm me."

Although she said this, her tone was hesitant.

Prince Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Of course the princess wouldn't, why would she harm you?"

Guan Rou's expression froze for a moment.

She gave a weak, forced smile.

"I also believe in the princess, but I really can't think of anyone who would harm me..."

Prince Jing felt impatient when he saw the hypocritical smile on her face.

She didn't answer the question and couldn't say anything when asked again.

Prince Jing simply stood up, said "Have a good rest", and walked out.

When he got outside, he waved and called a few maids.

"Have there been any changes in your master's food in the past two days?"

The maids looked at each other, all with hesitation on their faces.

Finally, a round-faced little maid stepped forward courageously.

"Your Highness, our aunt's diet has always been prepared according to the instructions of Doctor Tan, and there has been no change. However, three days ago, our aunt ate a blood swallow brought from the kitchen."

As soon as he heard about blood swallow, Prince Jing remembered it.

"Are there any more blood swallows?"

This little maid was not serving in the room, so she could not answer and just looked at Muxiang.

Prince Jing also looked over.

Muxiang fell to her knees with a thud.

This maid's psychological quality is really poor.

"The blood swallows that the princess gave to my aunt have been eaten up long ago, and the blood swallows taken back from the kitchen were also eaten up on the same day. However, the princess also gave some of the blood swallows to my aunt Jiang in Wutong Courtyard, so maybe my aunt Jiang still has some left."

She told it all at once.

Prince Jing turned around and walked out, and at the same time asked Rong An to take people to separate and guard all the servants in the courtyard, leaving only two maids in the house to serve.

At this time, in Wutong Courtyard, Jiang Wanyue was having breakfast.

She has had a poor appetite these two days.

My belly is getting bigger and bigger, putting pressure on my stomach and intestines, making it difficult to digest anything I eat.

So her breakfast only consisted of two kinds of porridge and four side dishes.

She didn't even finish eating this little bit.

Xiuchun looked worried: "Can you at least eat something?"

Jiang Wanyue waved her hand, stood up and walked slowly, holding her belly.

"I'm going to throw up if I eat any more. While it's not too hot, come for a walk with me!"

Xiuchun immediately put down the work in her hands, handed it to Mier, and helped Jiang Wanyue walk out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them reached the gate of the courtyard, they saw Jing Wangchao coming towards them.

Jiang Wanyue looked at the direction where Prince Jing was walking towards, and her heart moved slightly.

When Prince Jing came closer, Jiang Wanyue smiled and bent her knees as if nothing had happened.

"Why did the prince come here so early in the morning?"

Prince Jing frowned.

"Let's talk after we go in."

Jiang Wanyue seemed to have just noticed Prince Jing's expression. The smile on her face disappeared and she asked with obvious concern.

"My Lord, what happened?"

Prince Jing nodded and spoke as he walked in.

"Something happened to Guan last night and she almost had a miscarriage."

He had just said halfway when Jiang Wanyue exclaimed.

"What? How could this happen? Is Sister Guan okay? Is the baby safe?"

Prince Jing saw that she looked worried, so he reached out and patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

"It's okay. Doctor Tan treated her in time. Guan and the child are fine. It's just that her condition was sudden and strange. She kept shouting that someone was trying to hurt her."

Jiang Wanyue frowned slightly.

"Who would harm Sister Guan? She's not a problem for anyone. Besides, Your Majesty, you don't need children. The princess is always generous and won't make things difficult for us concubines, let alone target Sister Guan."

When they said this, the two had already returned to the house.

The dishes on the table had already been cleared away, the table had been wiped clean and placed with fresh fruits.

Jiang Wanyue picked a plump grape and handed it to Prince Jing's mouth.

Prince Jing opened his mouth and ate it without thinking.

"The maidservant around Guan said that there has been no change in her diet in the past few days, except for one thing: she ate Yin'er's blood swallow three days ago. Maybe there is something wrong with the blood swallow."

Jiang Wanyue was peeling grapes. When she heard this, her hands trembled and the grapes fell on the table. Her face turned pale and there was fear on her face.

"Blood swallow? God... Yin'er had that blood swallow which I gave to her. Could it be that Sister Guan got into trouble because she ate that blood swallow? Wouldn't that be my fault? Your Highness..."

She blinked and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Then she held onto the table and was about to kneel down.

"It's all my fault. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Before she knelt down, Prince Jing supported her.

"What are you thinking about? I'm not here to accuse you. I'm just worried that the blood swallow might harm you."

Prince Jing helped Jiang Wanyue sit down and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You, you've become more tearful since you got pregnant."

Jiang Wanyue had a look of gratitude on her face.

"Your Majesty, do you believe that it was not my fault?"

Prince Jing nodded as a matter of course and said half-jokingly.

"I believe you. With your brain, if you really wanted to abort Guan's fetus, you would probably be able to do it without anyone noticing. How could you leave such an obvious flaw?"

Jiang Wanyue glared at Prince Jing.

"Your Majesty, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Prince Jing pinched her nose.

"Of course I'm complimenting you."

Jiang Wanyue smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Prince Jing coaxed her, he got down to business.

"Do you still have some blood swallows left? If so, have someone take them to Dr. Zeng for a look. If there really is something wrong with the blood swallows, then it's a big problem."

"I still have one or two taels of silver left." Jiang Wanyue waved to Xiuchun and asked her to take it. Then she sighed, "I heard that the blood swallow was awarded by the imperial concubine in the palace, and I never thought there would be any problems. The imperial concubine has always been fair and has never heard of any problems in all the years she has been in charge of palace affairs! How could such a mistake happen this time?"

Prince Jing looked grim.

"Your Highness has no reason to do this. This matter is probably not simple."

Jiang Wanyue leaned in Prince Jing's arms.

"My lord, I am so scared."

Prince Jing gently stroked her back: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jiang Wanyue bit her lip and raised her head.

"But the prince has so many things to do, he can't just take care of me. I don't want to delay the prince's important matters because of myself."

Prince Jing hesitated for a moment and said, "In that case, let's find a few people from your mother's family to take care of you! I happened to meet your father yesterday."

Jiang Wanyue looked surprised.

"Did the prince meet my father? How is my father doing recently? I heard that the officials in the Ministry of Revenue are... well, they are very cunning."

Prince Jing couldn't help laughing when he thought about what happened yesterday.

"Your father is a very good person! I think he is as prudent as those people in the Ministry of Revenue. It is a good idea to let him go to the Ministry of Revenue."

Prince Jing originally wanted to continue speaking, but Xiuchun came back with the remaining blood swallows, so he stopped talking.