Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

Just as Shen Muxue was about to leave, Ling Fan suddenly grabbed the iron bars and shouted anxiously, "Xue'er, where are you going?"

Shen Muxue never looked back.

A cold voice came, without any ripples: "I promised Anping Hou that I would find a way to rescue you."

In the secret room, Jiang Ziling listened to the conversation and immediately ordered: "Go to Liujiazhuang and search it thoroughly. No clues can be left out."

"As ordered."

Shortly after the guards left, another guard came in and reported, "Master Jiang, Miss Shen requests an audience."

"Ask her to wait in the backyard."

After Jiang Ziling finished his instructions, he turned to the emperor and whispered, "Miss Shen is here because someone else asked her to. Your Excellency, please do not worry too much."

The emperor laughed secretly in his heart. Was he overthinking it?

Every time he left the palace, he always dressed up as the son of a noble family, so that the people in the Dali Temple thought he was just a close friend of Jiang Ziling and did not know his true identity.

When encountering foreign guests, the emperor always gave way.

Jiang Ziling didn't ask any more questions and walked straight to the courtyard. Seeing that the emperor had no intention of leaving, he asked curiously, "Your Majesty, do you want to go with us?"

"As for matters concerning the Marquis' Mansion, I will go and take a look myself."

The emperor spoke with confidence.

Jiang Ziling was in a dilemma: "Then how should I introduce the Emperor to Miss Shen later?"

The emperor picked up a folding fan and said casually, "Just say you are the judge of the Dali Temple and work under my command."

Jiang Ziling wanted to say something but stopped himself.

What if the emperor's disguise is discovered by Miss Shen?

But the other party was the emperor after all, so how could he dare to object?

I had no choice but to respond: "Okay."

Shen Muxue sat upright in the side room. When Jiang Ziling arrived, she had already prepared what she wanted to say.

When he looked up, he was surprised to find that the emperor was also accompanying him.

Jiang Ziling quickly introduced: "Miss Shen, this is the judge of the Dali Temple."

Shen Muxue smiled bitterly inwardly. The emperor never tired of playing the role of a minister.

What else can she do except cooperate with the performance?

"Hello, sir."

Shen Muxue bowed slightly, and the emperor reached out and gently held her arm to help her stand steady.

Jiang Ziling noticed that the emperor's eyes were fixed on Shen Muxue, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and cough twice to break the subtle silence in the air.

"Miss Shen, have you met Prince Ling?"

"Yes, I have."

Jiang Ziling poured a cup of tea and handed it to Shen Muxue: "Miss, do you have anything to say?"

Shen Muxue said firmly: "The murderer is not Ling Fan."

Jiang Ziling nodded and looked at the emperor, only to find that his brows were slightly furrowed, with a cold light flashing in his deep eyes, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

He rubbed his arms, trying to ignore the pressure emanating from the emperor.

"May I ask what you mean, young lady?"

After thinking for a moment, Shen Muxue stated her reasoning: "There must be a motive behind every crime. Ling Fan had no reason to kill Zhang Shunyuan, but Zhang Shunyuan is indeed dead. This is more like a premeditated frame-up."

Jiang Ziling followed her logic: "Then who does Miss Shen think the real murderer might be?"

Shen Muxue had also asked herself this question.

Since Ling Fan didn't know who it was, how could she know?

However, she has a plan to trap the killer.

"I guess this is a complicated scheme, and they're deliberately blaming others. They must have some ulterior motive. In this way, Ling Fan becomes the key to luring the snake out of its hole."

When Jiang Ziling heard this, he immediately became interested.

"Oh? What's your plan, young lady?"

"This requires Lord Jiang's cooperation in acting out a scene."

"play?"

Shen Muxue nodded in confirmation.

After leaving the Dali Temple, Shen Muxue just got on the carriage and was surprised to see a distinguished guest in the carriage.

Before she could even scream, Pei Yi pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

She was still frightened, but still called out in a tender voice, "Sir."

Pei Yi did not respond, but just silently stroked Shen Muxue's waist. His hand gradually slid down, and wherever it touched, it seemed as if an electric current passed through, making her whole body tremble.

Shen Muxue found it a little hard to bear, so she gently grabbed his wrist and said coquettishly, "Sir, he's in the carriage."

Pei Yi spoke indifferently, "So what if it's in the carriage?"

After saying this, his hand went deeper.

Shen Muxue felt an indescribable humiliation. This man was really going too far.

But she didn't dare to move due to his status. She could only lean softly in his arms and whispered, "Sir, even if you don't care about me, you have to consider our child."

Pei Yi's hand paused.

Shen Muxue took advantage of the situation and guided his hand to her belly: "The baby has begun to move, please feel it."

Just at this moment, a little life jumped gently under his hand, but soon returned to calm.

Pei Yi was stunned, full of disbelief.

Shen Muxue held his hand again, clasping their fingers together, and said softly, "Sir, this child is ours. He is growing up healthily."

Pei Yi's indifference gradually melted away.

He no longer showed his usual strong attitude towards Shen Muxue. Instead, he gently held her in his arms and remained silent.

Shen Muxue could sense the subtle changes in the emperor's mood. She asked cautiously, "Are you angry with me? I know I shouldn't bother you, but my father's pressure and the marquis's reproach leave me no choice."

Pei Yi stared at her for a long time, then finally opened his mouth and said, "Since you were forced to come here, why are you so worried?"

So this is the crux of the problem.

Shen Muxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she understood the reason, she would be able to deal with it.

She quickly explained, "Even though I hate Ling Fan and my second sister to the core for what they did, I don't think their deaths are a pity. But perhaps my mindset has changed since I became a mother. Whenever I think of the innocent life in my second sister's belly, my heart aches. I've avenged my own vengeance, but that child is innocent. I can't let him be born without a father."

Shen Muxue tugged at the emperor's sleeve and said in a subtle manner, "You are a hundred times better than him. How could I give up gold for stone?"

These words hit the mark exactly what Pei Yi wanted, but they also made his thoughts drift towards Shen Muxue's cold and resolute attitude towards Ling Fan in prison.

At that time, she was cold and indifferent, completely different from the docile girl in front of her.

He couldn't help but wonder whether this seemingly weak woman had another little-known face beyond his sight.

This was the first time Pei Yi became curious about Shen Muxue.

He gently pinched the tip of her nose, his tone becoming much softer: "Are you sure that person will fall for it?"

Shen Muxue answered without hesitation: "Absolutely."

The next day, Marquis Anping learned the news and hurried to the prime minister's residence.

As soon as he saw Shen Muxue, he was furious: "What kind of magic did you cast on Lord Jiang? Why are you so eager to execute him? Even if he is the real murderer, he must be tried according to the law and executed in the autumn. Tell me, is it because Ling Fan broke off the engagement and married someone else that you are doing this because you are resentful?"

Marquis Anping wanted to step forward and attack, but was kicked away by Qingyi.

Since Shen Muxue left, Ling Fan was convicted and will be executed in two days.

The news quickly spread to every corner of the city.

Shen Muxue had long anticipated Anping Hou's accountability.