Marrying a royal playboy and becoming a glamorous matriarch

The princess was overwhelmed with thoughts, clutching the handkerchief tightly in her hand, not daring to blink.

Liu Miaoshou first frowned, then sighed, and finally shook his head.

The princess's heart was in her throat. She asked anxiously, "Master Liu, what exactly happened?"

Liu Miaoshou then opened her eyes and revealed a faint smile.

“The young mistress is in excellent health and is at the prime of her youth. I believe there is no need for medicinal diet; her usual diet is sufficient.”

The princess was stunned. "Then what you just did..."

Liu Miaoshou then shook his head and expressed his doubts, "I'm just curious how the young mistress is so healthy, with a steady and strong pulse. It's so rare compared to ordinary women."

Wei Qingrou smiled but didn't say anything.

She had been pulling a millstone since she was a child, working herself like a donkey. In order not to overwork herself, she did a lot of stretching and exercise. Although she didn't eat a lot of meat and fish, she was still able to eat her fill. Naturally, she was much healthier than women who stayed at home and did not work.

The princess breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and smiled.

"That's good, that's good. My daughter-in-law was raised with great care by the Wei family, so it seems Madam Wei is skilled at raising her daughter..."

As she was speaking, the princess stopped herself in embarrassment. It was not a good thing to say, and she felt inexplicably guilty and embarrassed.

Although outsiders were unaware that the eldest daughter of the Wei family had eloped with the eldest prince, Liu Miaoshou, who frequently traveled within the palace, was aware of it.

So saying that Madam Wei is good at raising her daughters is just making people laugh at the Prince Dun's Mansion and the Wei family.

The princess quickly changed the subject, saying casually, "Why don't we also take a pulse check on my son?"

Liu Miaoshou didn't ask any further questions. She cheerfully reached out and placed her hand on Qin Ping'an's wrist, then frowned, clicked her tongue, and shook her head.

The princess shrugged it off, leisurely sipping her tea, and sighed inwardly: "The imperial physicians in the palace are all the same; they're good at singing, reciting, acting, and putting on airs."

Liu Miaoshou sighed for a long time before looking at the princess with a meaningful gaze.

"Your Highness, may we dismiss the servants?"

The princess paused in drinking her tea, her lips twitched slightly, and a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

"You may all leave," the princess ordered.

"Yes."

The servants gradually left the room.

Liu Miaoshou then slowly asked, "Does the young master usually enjoy eating cold or raw foods?"

Qin Pingan shook his head. "I don't like it."

Liu Miaoshou then asked, "Has your body ever suffered from severe cold-related illnesses?"

The princess clutched her handkerchief tightly. "He has been pampered since childhood. He has never suffered even a little bit, let alone contracted a cold."

Liu Miaoshou stroked his goatee. "That is indeed strange. Young Master's body is so cold that it's practically bone-chilling, yet there are no symptoms whatsoever. Please forgive my lack of medical expertise."

The princess hurriedly asked, "Won't this hinder our ability to have children?"

Liu Miaoshou paused, "Of course."

One sentence made the princess anxious instantly.

Wei Qingrou lowered her head and remained silent, still appearing obedient and sensible, but in her heart she was desperately shouting: See, see, I told you this wasn't my problem.

Qin Ping'an was dumbfounded. No way? This is slander! He's clearly as strong as a tiger, and this quack doctor says he's impotent.

The princess asked anxiously, "Can you cure him?"

Liu Miaoshou shook his head. "My medical skills are limited. I'm afraid I can't cure it completely. I can only prescribe some herbal decoctions to relieve the symptoms, but I can't get rid of the root cause. If we ignore it and wait for the cold to penetrate our heart and lungs, we will die young."

The princess didn't care whether he was cured or not; upon hearing the words "early death," she immediately said, "Alright, alright, quickly prescribe the medicine."

Liu Miaoshou quickly prescribed the medicine, and before leaving, he accepted the generous reward handed over by the princess, leaving behind an ambiguous statement.

“If it’s not due to a cold diet or a history of cold-related illnesses, then it might be cold poisoning. However, my medical skills are really not good enough, so I dare not make a hasty judgment.”

Upon hearing this, the princess froze on the spot.

Cold poison is also a kind of poison; was her son poisoned?

Qin Ping'an said impatiently, "This man is a quack doctor. Mother, don't believe his nonsense."

The princess's smile was forced as she reassured Qin Ping'an, "Fine, Mother doesn't believe him."

That evening, the head nanny of the North Courtyard appeared before Qin Ping'an with hot medicine, and Wei Qingrou almost burst out laughing.

Didn't Mother say she didn't believe? Is this how she disbelieves?

Wei Qingrou thought of many sad things, but still couldn't help but laugh, and quickly coughed to cover it up.

"Ahem, the fish is a bit spicy today."

Qin Pingan raised his eyes slightly and stared at her intently: "This is sweet and sour fish."

Haha, this is even funnier, what should I do? Wei Qingrou quickly picked up a handkerchief and pressed it tightly against the corner of her mouth.

The head nanny opened the second layer of the food box, revealing a second bowl of medicine: "Second Madam, the Princess Consort has also brewed a beauty and nourishing soup for you, which has a miraculous effect on hair growth and health."

"I got a share too?" Wei Qingrou's smile vanished.

Qin Pingan quickly took out the medicine and stuffed it into Wei Qingrou's palm with a provocative look on his face: "Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore? Don't you like to smile?"

Wei Qingrou: Is it too late to apologize now? Can the bitter medicine be withdrawn?

The head nanny left satisfied after watching the two obediently finish their medicine.

The two were left standing there chewing on candied fruit, and even their kisses at night tasted bitter and cloyingly sweet.

Wei Qingrou was extremely disgusted and pushed him away, refusing to kiss him.

Qin Ping'an looked hurt and aggrieved: "Today was already bad enough, and you still won't listen to me? You're disgusted with me?"

Wei Qingrou quickly shook her head: "How could I dare? My husband will always be the best."

In fact, Wei Qingrou was very happy today. She finally found out who was incompetent and no longer had to take the blame.

If the husband is infertile, he generally won't divorce his wife, thus securing her position.

As for whether she has any children, Wei Qingrou really doesn't care.

In ancient times, childbirth was extremely dangerous, so why would she risk her life?

The Prince Dun's Mansion still has Brother Qin Ping'an, so the responsibility of succession doesn't entirely fall on the shoulders of the couple.

But Qin Ping'an cared.

Before he had children, he wasn't in a hurry, thinking it was just that the time wasn't right, and he didn't take his mother's urging seriously.

Now that he knows the problem lies with him, he can't help but worry. Seeing Wei Qingrou reject him, he feels quite bitter.

Seeing his low spirits, Wei Qingrou could only gently comfort him, "It's alright. Imperial Physician Li's medical skills are not good enough. We can find other famous doctors and they will definitely be able to cure him."

Qin Ping'an remained dejected, no matter how much Wei Qingrou tried to comfort him.

Finally, he held Wei Qingrou tenderly, his posture incredibly gentle, which softened Wei Qingrou's heart for once, and she served and pampered her quite a bit.

Seeing Wei Qingrou busy with various tasks, Qin Ping'an felt a strange sense of pleasure and secretly curled his lips, teasing Wei Qingrou until she became even more unable to resist.

Qin Ping'an felt he had learned a new skill when his wife actually fell for it.

So, after their passionate encounter, he pulled Wei Qingrou along and, half-heartedly, pressed his fingerprint on the blank contract.

"Come on, sweetie, if you don't mind me, then we'll stamp this as proof."

Wei Qingrou was exhausted. She closed her eyes and let him fool around. She only felt Qin Ping'an put red lipstick on her fingers, pinch her fingertips and press them back and forth, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Wei Qingrou woke up, a contract was delivered to her, stating that she was in charge of organizing the banquet at Qianyulou, with the profits to be split 50/50.

Huh? Wei Qingrou instantly woke up.

Men's words are deceitful; she had completely forgotten that blank papers cannot be signed or fingerprinted!

Wei Qingrou grabbed her hair, her eyes filled with accusation as she looked at Qin Ping'an.

Who would have thought that Qin Ping'an would trick her into signing a contract while in bed?

That's so shameless, really.