The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

When the bridal sedan chair arrived at the entrance of the general's mansion, the matchmaker invited the bride to get out of the sedan chair.

Song Yu'er didn't respond for a long time, so Meng Zhanting went to lift the curtain of the sedan chair to check. He saw that Song Yu'er was still unconscious.

"Someone, quickly fetch a doctor!" Meng Zhanting shouted.

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Madam Meng and Editor Meng were sitting in the main hall, waiting for the newlyweds to come in and serve tea, when they suddenly saw Meng Zhanting carrying Song Yu'er in.

"What's going on?" Old Madam Meng asked, her face full of confusion.

Meng Zhanting did not answer, and carried Song Yu'er into the room in full view of everyone.

People around them whispered, pointed, and laughed in a very unkind way.

"Aren't you even going through the wedding ceremony? You're going straight to the bridal chamber?"

"So eager? These two are really outrageous!"

"She's already pregnant, why are you in such a hurry to consummate the marriage?"

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Madam Meng was an extremely proud person, and these words, when they entered her ears, felt like one hard slap after another on her face.

At this moment, the matchmaker followed in and complained, "Oh dear, in all my years of matchmaking, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation. The bride fainted before she even entered the house. What bad luck!"

"What? You said the bride fainted?" asked Madam Meng.

The matchmaker nodded, "That's right. If it weren't for our connection, I wouldn't have been able to arrange this marriage."

Madam Meng was furious. "This jinx! She fainted before even entering the house. Is she going to die? How can Ting'er's wife enter the house like this?"

She slapped her thigh and cried out to heaven and earth.

Editor Meng cursed, "What a disgrace to my family! How could my Meng family produce such a daughter-in-law!"

"What kind of wife is she? She's just a concubine!" Old Madam Meng said with hatred.

The way the two angrily cursed at each other made the guests laugh even louder.

Looking at the scene before her, Madam Luo smiled smugly. The wedding was ruined. From now on, Song Yu'er would have to keep a low profile in the mansion, and she would never be able to hold her head high again.

Once the most talented woman in the capital, with a bright future ahead of her, her current fate is truly lamentable.

It's always better to be honest and upright. If Song Yu'er hadn't climbed into Meng Zhanting's bed, she might still be a pampered young lady in the capital.

Everyone should pay the price for their mistakes.

Everything Song Yu'er is suffering now is the retribution she deserves.

Looking at the chaotic scene before her, Madam Meng shook her head and turned to leave.

Today's wedding will be a laughing stock in the entire capital and a disgrace to the Meng family history.

She was too ashamed to look at him.

Some guests couldn't stand it anymore and simply turned around and left.

Seeing the dwindling number of guests, Madam Meng Er, in a fit of anger, declared that the ceremony was off and left without paying any attention to the guests.

When the hosts left, the guests also left.

Before long, all the guests had left.

When Song Yu'er woke up and came to the front hall, she found it empty and there was no one there.

"Brother Ting, what's going on? Where is everyone?" Song Yu'er asked, at a loss.

Meng Zhanting had been in the room the whole time, and he didn't know what was going on.

He stayed by Song Yu'er's side not because he cared about her, but because he was afraid she would die.

The bride died on the day she entered the house. How could he possibly marry a proper wife afterward?

Before Meng Zhanting could answer, Luo's maid, Dou Dou, came over.

She said to Meng Zhanting, "Fourth Master, my mistress sent me to tell you that the old lady said there's no need for the wedding ceremony and that you can make your own arrangements."

"No wedding ceremony?" Song Yu'er exploded upon hearing this. She angrily questioned, "I'm getting married today, why aren't we having a wedding ceremony? What kind of wedding is it if we don't have a wedding ceremony?"

Dou Dou said, "Aunt Song, I don't know. You should ask the old lady yourself."

She bowed to the two of them, then turned and left.

"Brother Ting, say something! What's going on?" Song Yu'er finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

Meng Zhanting was not angry at all; on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief. "If we don't want to have a wedding ceremony, then we don't have to. It's alright since your leg is also inconvenient. Let's go."

Song Yu'er didn't speak, and cried even louder.

Why is her life so miserable?

She had hoped that this marriage would turn her life around, but instead, she fell into an even deeper abyss, where she would never recover for the rest of her life.

Meng Zhanting escorted Song Yu'er back to her room and said casually, "You rest first, I'm leaving."

"Aren't you going to stay and keep me company?" Song Yu'er looked at Meng Zhanting, helpless and pitiful.

She pinned all her happiness on Meng Zhanting.

"I have something else to do..."

Upon hearing that Meng Zhanting was about to refuse, Song Yu'er quickly grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Brother Ting, please stay and spend time with our child. He is your first child, and you don't want him to be looked down upon in the future, do you?"

Meng Zhanting hesitated.

He realized that he no longer loved Song Yu'er, and of course, he could not love the unborn child either.

However, he was afraid of being gossiped about and accused of being irresponsible.

This is one of the reasons why he kept Song Siyao by his side even though he didn't love her.

He cherishes his reputation.

Ultimately, he loved himself the most.

Song Yu'er continued to feign weakness, "Brother Ting, you promised me that you would treat me well. Our relationship is hard-won. If you're not in my room on our wedding night, I will be laughed at by others, but they will also criticize you."

The thought of damaging his reputation made Meng Zhanting immediately give in.

He comforted Song Yu'er, "I will stay with you. I just went out to remind the people who were preparing the medicine to make sure they didn't make a mistake, so as not to harm the baby in your womb."

Song Yu'er smiled and said, "Ting-ge is still the best to me. Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

Meng Zhanting left.

Watching Meng Zhanting's departing figure, Song Yu'er curled her lips into a cold smile, thinking to herself, "Meng Zhanting, if I wanted to, I could easily control you."

She stroked the new cotton quilt on the bed, her heart filled with satisfaction.

Her gaze fell on her lower abdomen, and she murmured, "My child, you must be strong enough to be a son. My future happiness rests on you."

Once she gives birth to a son, she will be able to make a name for herself in the General's Mansion.

With her intelligence and talent, she will surely be able to secure a life of wealth and honor for herself and the child in her womb.

Night comes.

Song Yu'er and Meng Zhanting shared a bed, but each harbored their own secrets.

At this moment, the Qiwu Palace in the imperial city was packed with people.

The celebratory banquet held by Emperor Changlong for Song Siyao was in full swing.

He asked Song Siyao...