After the arranged marriage, I pampered the sickly regent.

"bet?"

Zhan Sijing chuckled. He knew his body better than anyone and had long since given up hope, yet those people were still thinking of using this supposedly auspicious marriage to bring good fortune.

It was truly absurd and laughable. Who would have thought that his information was wrong? The woman who married into the family was not a concubine's daughter, but the legitimate daughter of the Duke's mansion.

They killed the rooster he had prepared and asked him if he dared to gamble.

The woman's gaze was firm, revealing no hint of joking; it seemed that if she wanted to, it was possible.

"Alright, I'll take your bet."

Zhan Sijing replied, "Ye Qingwu, in that case, your time is running out."

"Don't worry." Ye Qingwu smiled with relief. As long as the parties involved cooperate, everything is fine.

She picked up the chicken soup from the side and gently stirred it with a spoon.

"Your Highness, if you don't drink it now, it will get cold."

Zhan Sijing did not refuse. After taking a bite, he clearly felt much lighter, and the pain that had been tormenting him all day dissipated.

Chicken soup alone wouldn't have that effect. Zhan Sijing's expression changed, and he asked Ye Qingwu, "Is there anything else in it?"

Ye Qingwu smiled and said, "Your Highness is very clever. I think Your Highness can also sense that the ingredients added here can repair the injured meridians in Your Highness's body."

"It is beneficial and harmless to the prince."

The spiritual spring in her space has the effect of repairing meridians. Although it cannot directly detoxify Zhan Sijing, it can suppress the poison.

Given Zhan Sijing's condition, his body has likely been riddled with holes due to the ravages of the Cold Shadow Poison over the years. If he doesn't recuperate first, he won't be able to withstand the subsequent treatment.

At this moment, prolonging life is the most important thing.

Wedding night.

Jiang family.

Ye Qingzhu looked at the dilapidated mansion with disgust, but when she thought that she wouldn't be humiliated by that rooster as soon as she arrived at the palace, she felt very fortunate.

Ye Qingwu must be being ridiculed now, thinking that getting the title of Regent's Consort will make things different!

Soon she will suffer the same fate as her past life, being buried alive with someone.

Just thinking about it is so gratifying!

Although the Jiang family was impoverished, she was still the second young lady of the Duke's mansion, and her mother would not stand idly by.

Most importantly, Jiang Wenjin eventually rose to the position of Grand Secretary.

The title of First-Rank Imperial Lady is hers now!

The Regent's Palace.

Ye Qingwu was holding a book when she saw Zhan Sijing. It has to be said that, apart from his short life, her husband was indeed handsome.

"Is the Princess looking at me like that because she wants to rest?"

"Ok?"

Ye Qingwu hesitated when she met Zhan Sijing's mocking eyes.

"You can?"

Zhan Sijing narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the book in his hand. "The princess wishes to give it a try."

Ye Qingwu took a step back, "No...no need."

……

The next morning.

As soon as Ye Qingwu opened her eyes, she met a pair of teasing eyes. Ye Beimo's lips curled up, and a slight smile appeared on his handsome face.

"It seems the princess rested well last night."

Last night... Ye Qingwu was suddenly startled. Wasn't she sleeping on the floor? How did she end up on the bed?

And Zhan Sijing too?!?

She was certain that she did not have a habit of sleepwalking, so the problem must have come from Zhan Sijing.

"what have you done?"

Ye Qingwu narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at him warily.

Zhan Sijing chuckled, "What does the Princess think I can do? Naturally, I saw that the Princess was not comfortable sleeping on the ground, so I moved her to another position."

Ye Qingwu paused, "You mean you slept on the floor last night?"

"Otherwise, what does Your Highness think it would be?"

So it seems she misunderstood; this prince doesn't seem so cold-hearted after all.

Wait, that big rooster...

Ye Qingwu seemed to realize something and asked Zhan Sijing, "Your Highness, if I'm not mistaken, the rooster you had prepared yesterday was not a coincidence."

"Are you trying to make me back down?"

An ordinary woman would consider this a humiliation.

"You are indeed clever, but I received news a few days ago that the Duke's Mansion intends to change the marriage. Although I don't care about the choice of person, I will not let them do as they please."

"I just never expected it to end like this..."

Ye Qingwu understood; this explained everything.

Whether it was Ye Qingzhu, who married into this place in her previous life, or her now, Zhan Sijing gave her a choice.

"Your Highness, Granny Chang, who serves the Empress Dowager, has arrived."

The voice of a maid came from outside. Ye Qingwu hesitated. The Empress Dowager?

In her memory, the original owner did not have much interaction with the palace, so why did the Empress Dowager send Granny Chang here at this time?

She glanced at Zhan Sijing subconsciously, but decided to go and check on him first.

"Your Highness, you are currently in poor health, so it is crucial that you rest and recuperate."

"I'll go check it out and be right back."

Ye Qingwu said as she walked outside.

In the back garden, many maids cast curious glances at Ye Qingwu's appearance.

To be honest, this person is absolutely the first to dare to stew a rooster on their wedding day, claiming it's to nourish His Highness the Regent.

Where is Granny Chang?

Ignoring the gazes of these people, Ye Qingwu asked a question.

"There... there".

Granny Chang, who was not far away, also saw Ye Qingwu and walked over.

"Meet the princess."

Granny Chang first bowed to Ye Qingwu, then winked at the maids around her.

Watching these people leave, Ye Qingwu couldn't help but feel a bit wary.

"Granny, have you dismissed these people? Is there anything you need to say to them?"

"It is not this old servant, but the Empress Dowager."

Granny Chang said, "The Empress Dowager already knows about the rooster incident yesterday, and I imagine the Princess Consort also knows about the Prince's situation..."

Ye Qingwu did not answer directly, but continued to probe, "Then I wonder what the Empress Dowager's purpose is in sending the nanny here."

"The Empress Dowager said that if the Prince's condition does not improve soon, she hopes that the Princess Consort can leave behind a child for the Prince in the remaining time, so that there will be something to remember him by."

"To...to preserve a bloodline?"

Ye Qingwu was stunned. She remembered that this scene wasn't in the book, so why was it different for her?

Did these people already know that Zhan Sijing was going to die, and that the so-called marriage was nothing but a "death warrant"?

Now that she's married into the family and is even thinking about leaving a child, she doesn't know whether to sympathize with Zhan Sijing or with herself.

“Princess Regent, if you fail to conceive and the Prince passes away, then according to the rules, you will also face death.”

The old woman's words were unusually cold.

"Does the Empress Dowager mean that if I get pregnant, everything will be alright?"

"Exactly."

Good guy!

Ye Qingwu was shocked; it was fortunate that they could come up with this idea.

If it were someone else, given Zhan Sijing's physique, it's uncertain whether they could even survive, let alone leave behind any bloodline.

What's the difference between this and dragging her down with you to your death?

Ye Qingwu vaguely sensed a conspiracy behind this marriage.

Seeing Ye Qingwu standing there without saying a word, the old woman coldly reminded her, "Regent Princess, you'd better watch yourself."