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A young maidservant, carrying a white porcelain bowl, tiptoed into the inner room and knelt down, saying, "Miss, the soup you requested is ready."

Wen Wanqing was leaning against the soft couch, gently stroking her still flat stomach with one hand. Hearing this, she lazily raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the bowl of steaming soup, a secret smugness curling at the corner of her mouth.

"let it go."

She was pregnant and her body was inconvenient, so she could not always be with him.

But she couldn't tolerate other women appearing around Mo Lingyue, lest they sever her favor.

Therefore, after each tender moment, she would personally brew him a bowl of calming and heat-clearing soup. It seemed like she was being considerate and gentle, but in reality, she added a few medicinal herbs that others couldn't see. It wouldn't harm his body, but it could quietly extinguish his thoughts about other women.

In her view, as long as she firmly grasped Mo Lingyue's body and mind, there was no one in the City Lord's Mansion that she couldn't defeat.

"Is the city lord still taking a bath?" Wen Wanqing asked casually.

"Reporting to Miss, the city lord just instructed that there are still some official matters to attend to tonight, and he will come over as soon as he finishes them."

Wen Wanqing's eyes turned slightly cold, but quickly returned to their gentle and graceful state.

Mo Ziyu and Zhan Miao have been unusually quiet lately, a quietness that makes her feel uneasy.

She always felt that the two of them wouldn't give up so easily.

She waved her hand dismissively: "Understood. When the city lord arrives, remember to remind me to personally serve it to him."

"Yes."

After the maidservant left, Wen Wanqing slowly closed her eyes, her fingertips gently circling her lower abdomen.

She was determined to have a son.

Once her son is born, Mo Lingyue's heart will be completely tied to her. At that time, Princess Youyi's old subordinates, the power in the city, and even the position of city lord will all belong to her son.

As for Mo Ziyu, a young man who has lost his father's love, his mother's protection, and his power, he cannot cause any great trouble.

Just as she was pondering this, a series of light footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by a maid's slightly flustered voice: "Miss, something has happened!"

Wen Wanqing opened her eyes impatiently: "What's the panic? The sky isn't going to fall."

The maidservant approached and whispered, "Miss, Linglong, it seems someone is contacting Linglong."

The languid look on Wen Wanqing's face vanished instantly, and her eyes suddenly sharpened: "Linglong?"

She immediately ordered, "Drag that wretched girl in front of me!"

Before long, the dying Linglong was brought before Wen Wanqing.

Her wounds had not been treated and were emitting a nauseating stench.

Wen Wanqing loathed her, but still wanted to pry out what Mo Ziyu's people were doing contacting her with.

She covered her nose and asked, "Linglong, I've treated you well. Although you betrayed me, I've spared your life. You can't make the same mistake again!"

A flash of hatred crossed Linglong's eyes, and she suddenly crawled to Wen Wanqing's feet, pleading, "Miss, please find a doctor to treat my injuries! I don't want to die!"

Wen Wanqing interrupted without hesitation: "I agree to treat your injuries, but you must tell me what Mo Ziyu told you."

Linglong replied weakly, "He's just asking me to testify against you in front of the city lord. He's so naive! The city lord clearly doesn't believe what he says, yet he still insists on carrying it out!"

Wen Wanqing curled her lips in disdain, thinking it was some brilliant scheme.

They actually placed their hopes on Linglong!

He's not just naive, he's downright stupid!

She waved her hand impatiently: "Someone, take her away right now! She stinks and has made a mess of my room!"

Linglong was unwilling to leave. She broke free from the maid's restraint and tried to rush to Wen Wanqing's side.

In an instant, the room was in complete chaos.

After finally managing to get someone to drag Linglong away, and once the house was tidied up, Mo Lingyue had already returned.

Wen Wanqing quickly brought the cooling soup to him: "Lord, drink it while it's hot. I made it for you myself. It's very nourishing!"

Mo Lingyue trusted her more, his obscure gaze lingering on her charming face.

He grabbed her wrist and commanded, "Feed me!"

Wen Wanqing let out a soft moan, then picked up the soup bowl and brought it to his lips.

Mo Lingyue drank it from her hand without even frowning.

He quickly finished drinking, then reached out and picked her up, carrying her swiftly into the inner room.

However, just as they were about to enjoy some tenderness, a sudden and intense abdominal pain struck them unexpectedly.

His face turned pale, he screamed, and collapsed onto the floor beneath the bed.

The soup bowl in Wen Wanqing's hand crashed to the ground, splashing hot soup onto her skirt. Startled, she turned pale and rushed to help Mo Lingyue, exclaiming, "City Lord! City Lord, what happened?!"

Mo Lingyue curled up on the cold ground, his forehead instantly covered in a dense layer of cold sweat. His once deep and cold eyes were now bloodshot with pain. The cramping pain in his abdomen felt like countless needles were piercing him, and even breathing was a tearing, agonizing pain.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and a muffled groan escaped his throat. The strength that had been on Wen Wanqing's waist just moments before dissipated, and he was so weak that he almost fainted.

"Someone! Summon the royal physician! Summon the royal physician immediately!" Wen Wanqing shouted shrilly, her voice hiding a panic and guilt that even she herself was unaware of. A trace of fear flashed across her eyes, but she quickly covered it up, leaving only a face full of worry.

She reached out to touch Mo Lingyue's forehead, but he abruptly shoved her away.

Mo Lingyue raised his eyes with difficulty. His gaze, which had been filled with tenderness just moments before, was now icy as it fell upon Wen Wanqing's still charming face.

His lips trembled, his voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Soup, what exactly did you put in the soup you gave me?"

Wen Wanqing stiffened, her eyes instantly reddening, tears streaming down her face, feeling wronged and frightened: "Lord, how can you doubt me like this? I've always been devoted to you, I personally cooked the soup, you are the father of the child in my womb, how could I possibly harm you?"

She cried with tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful. Normally, Mo Lingyue would have softened at that moment.

But at this moment, the pain in his abdomen was getting worse. He looked at the fleeting panic in her eyes and recalled the deliberate coquettishness she had shown when she fed him soup. His heart sank.

A bone-chilling cold, even more intense than the excruciating pain, instantly swept through his limbs and bones.

He finally realized that the gentle embrace he had just indulged in was actually a carefully laid trap.

Mo Lingyue stared intently at Wen Wanqing, his vision blurring as his consciousness gradually faded amidst the excruciating pain. Finally, only a chilling sentence remained, crashing into the silent inner room:

"Wen Wanqing, you're awesome!"

Before he could finish speaking, everything went black, and he lost consciousness completely.

At this moment, not only did the imperial physician arrive in time, but even Mo Ziyu and Zhan Miao led their men in.

Wen Wanqing was startled. She hurriedly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Ziyu ignored her and instead turned to instruct the family physician, "Check on my father first and revive him as soon as possible!"

The physician dared not delay and immediately stepped forward to administer acupuncture.