Transmigrated into a Prosperous Farm Wife, Pampered, Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Prime Minister

Xiaohe hurriedly said from the side, "Madam, Miss is having her period and her stomach is hurting. I've prepared some medicine for her."

Actually, it was she who had her period.

Xiaohe was even more frightened than Meng Yingying. The mistress absolutely could not find out that her young lady was pregnant, or she would be the first one to be beaten to death.

As Madam Meng spoke, she sat down in a chair and glanced at the medicine bowl on the table, where there was still a little bit of medicine left.

He frowned and said, "I remember your period should have come much earlier this year, why is it so late this time?"

Meng Yingying sat down on the other chair, her hands trembling under her sleeves, feigning composure, "I don't know either, maybe I ate something unsuitable."

Madam Meng's face was serious. "Did you eat something cold? How many times have I told you not to eat cold things when it's hot? Irregular periods are bad for your fertility in the future."

Madam Meng was determined to marry her daughter off to a higher social class. From the moment Meng Yingying started menstruating for the first time, she paid great attention to taking care of her health, ensuring that she would conceive as soon as she got married.

"I'll have someone fetch a doctor right away. This kind of medicine can't be taken casually."

Meng Yingying was terribly flustered. She lowered her head and said, "Mother, I didn't drink it. I just felt a little unwell when I woke up this morning. Xiao He drank the medicine herself and then rushed to brew it for me. By the time it was brought over, I was no longer in pain, so I poured the medicine away."

"Xiaohe, is this how you serve Miss? Why did you give her medicine without consulting a doctor? You little brat, I think you're asking for a beating!" Madam Meng scolded Xiaohe sternly.

"How could you just pour medicine into the potted plant like that!"

Xiaohe hurriedly knelt down, her body trembling, "Madam, it's all my fault, I'll never dare to do it again."

If a doctor were to be called in, wouldn't that give us away?

"Mother, please don't be angry. Xiaohe is so uncaring. I haven't even taken my medicine. Did you come to see me because you need something?" Meng Yingying calmed down for a while and then changed the subject with a coquettish tone.

When Madam Meng got to the point, she immediately frowned. “I originally planned to betroth you to Guo Zhong, but unfortunately he died young. He became a cripple and Master Guo went everywhere to find famous doctors, but now he’s dead. Luckily, we didn’t arrange the marriage beforehand, otherwise it would have affected your reputation.”

She had originally intended to marry into the Guo family, and that Guo Zhong had been showering her with gifts to curry favor with her.

Until the beginning of last month, Guo Zhong suddenly became less enthusiastic towards her daughter Yingying. Then the poetry gathering happened, and Madam Meng completely gave up on the idea.

But Master Guo actually had this intention, and the Meng family couldn't very well turn their backs on him, which really worried Madam Meng.

It's a good thing for her to be dead now, as Yingying's reputation won't be affected.

"Dead?! How did he die?!"

Startled, Meng Yingying jumped up from her chair, dropping the handkerchief she was holding to the floor.

Madam Meng sensed something was off about her daughter. "Why are you so agitated? Didn't you look down on him?"

Meng Yingying was filled with anxiety, but she forced herself to say, "I was just shocked to hear that someone died. Mother, Mother... how did he die?"

If Guo Zhong dies, will her affair remain undiscovered?

Meng Yingying felt much more at ease.

For the past month or so, she had been living in constant fear, afraid that one day Guo Zhong would come and expose the truth.

Now it seems at least we don't have to be afraid of Guo Zhong anymore.

"I heard he was killed by enemies who broke into his home. Just pretend you don't know him. I'll find someone better." Madam Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your mother has already seen the second-place candidate in this imperial examination from afar, and your father has also met him. He is a fine young man in terms of both literary talent and appearance."

Most importantly, this young master from a prominent family may have come from the capital.

If Yingying can get married into this family, the entire Meng family will rise to prominence.

Meng Yingying bit her lip, thinking of her belly, "But Mother, I'm just the daughter of a county magistrate, my status isn't that high, how can I be worthy of her..."

Before he could finish speaking, Madam Meng interrupted him, saying, "Remember, never say anything that belittles yourself, no matter when or where. There is nothing that cannot be accomplished, only people who cannot accomplish things."

Madam Meng herself came from a poor family. She had several sisters, and her parents had only daughters until they had a son. As you can imagine, the daughters were treated like dirt.

Among her sisters, she was the most unwilling to admit defeat and the least resigned to fate. As a result, she married the best and lived the most respectable life. Her parents and younger brother had to live at her mercy. All of this was planned by her.

The only downside was that she could no longer conceive after having only one daughter.

Similarly, she felt her daughter deserved better.

"Then why is it second instead of first?"

Meng Yingying's heart was pounding.

"I was surprised to hear that she was already married, had injured her leg, and came from a poor family." Madam Meng looked at her daughter with bright eyes. "I heard that you gave something to a poor scholar before? And Guo Zhong even made things difficult for that poor scholar because of it?"

"Yingying, you are, after all, a daughter of an official family. Use your brain! You should know what you should and shouldn't do!"

Startled, Meng Yingying hurriedly explained, her heart pounding in her throat, "Mother, that person just happened to help me. I only gave him the gift to express my gratitude. He didn't accept the gift, and I haven't seen him since."

She wasn't afraid of her mother finding out about her feelings for Jiang Changtian; she'd just get a scolding. What she feared was the discovery of the baby in her belly.

Given her parents' tempers, they would definitely beat her to death.

Madam Meng had only heard bits and pieces of rumors about this matter, and seeing that her daughter was sober, she stopped talking about it. "That's more like it. What do you think of the second point I mentioned?"

"Daughters will obey their mother's arrangements."

After Madam Meng left, Meng Yingying slumped into her chair.

Xiaohe, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell over.

She spoke in a trembling voice, "Miss, what do we do now?"

That was really close! If Madam had arrived a moment earlier, she would have heard it.

The young lady is already pregnant, how can she get married?

"I want to marry Jiang Changtian!" Meng Yingying suddenly gritted her teeth after breaking out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Changtian is the one who caused her to this point, so he should take responsibility for her. She will not marry anyone but Jiang Changtian.

After saying that, Meng Yingying couldn't help but gag again.

"Miss, how could this be? Besides, Jiang Changtian is married!" Xiaohe thought her mistress had gone completely mad.

No wonder Miss's mood has been fluctuating ever since that day at the teahouse; sometimes it even torments her. Xiaohe really has no way to express her suffering.

She clearly advised and stopped the young lady from going to the teahouse, but she insisted on going, and as a result, she lost her innocence. If she is discovered, she will die.

Meng Yingying's eyes flickered. "Didn't my mother say she was going to choose a husband for me? It wouldn't be right to just invite one young master over. I'll tell my father to invite all the top ten, and then it'll definitely work out."

The father of this child can only be Jiang Changtian.

Xiaohe felt uneasy, thinking that her mistress was being too far-fetched.

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