The Eldest Daughter Returns: Imperial Uncle, I'm Pregnant!

Fortunately, I met the Princess of Chu, a woman who was just as capable as any man, and it was her appearance that gave me real hope.

Madam Chen is pregnant. The Marquis is not at home, yet she has become pregnant. It is Lu Yan's child. When I found out, I was filled with resentment and didn't know how to vent it. Why was my child plotted against and even deprived of the right to be born, while the two of them can live so freely and comfortably?

The moment news spread throughout the manor that Su Xi was pregnant, but I was incompatible with her, I knew that Madam Chen was plotting a switcheroo, intending to raise her own child under Su Xi's name. The instant they left for the estate, I sent a message to the Princess of Chu. With the Princess of Chu's help, not only was Su Xi rescued, but Madam Chen's personal maid, Cuiying, who knew everything, was also saved, and they were sent to the Marquis's side.

I was happy inside, because I knew that Lu Yan and that bitch would get their comeuppance soon.

As for why I'm so sure the Princess Consort of Chu will help me, it's because, besides the fact that the Princess Consort of Chu is a kind person, the more important point is that Lu Yan, that audacious and arrogant bastard, actually dared to covet the Princess Consort of Chu.

Anyone who can get together with the Second Prince must be no good. The Second Prince likes men, while Lu Yan likes married women, especially women older than himself. There's a rumor about Lady Song, and Lu Yan was once her admirer.

I feel nauseous whenever I think about this.

Fortunately, karma came to pass. Madam Song was ill, and any man who came into contact with her would also become ill. Although Lu Yan was slow to act, he probably didn't escape it either. Before, he didn't dare to do so because Madam Chen was watching him closely, but now that no one is watching him, he has become unruly.

I know very well that in my current condition, a full recovery is virtually impossible. However, a deep-seated conviction sustains me, allowing me to grit my teeth and persevere. That conviction is to see those who harmed me and my child receive their just deserts, and to seek justice for my poor child!

The situation in the capital was becoming increasingly chaotic, with various factions vying for power and creating a turbulent atmosphere. Just then, the palace announced a grand spring banquet, inviting all officials and their families. This should have been a joyous and peaceful occasion, but I was unable to attend due to health reasons.

As for Madam Chen, that hypocritical woman, she also used the excuse of caring for the pregnant "Su Xi" to avoid the banquet. I know she wasn't genuinely concerned about "Su Xi" at all; she was just using this opportunity to escape everyone's attention and continue her nefarious scheme.

That day, I stayed at home as usual, not stepping out of my room. However, the outside world was in stark contrast to my peaceful life. The sounds coming from outside showed me that on the vast street, the sounds of soldiers, swords, and shouts mingled together, as if the entire capital had fallen into chaos.

I was frantic with worry, not knowing what was happening outside. My mother and the Princess Consort of Chu were deeply concerned for their safety; I couldn't imagine the hardships they might face in such turmoil. That night, time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute and second feeling like an eternity of agony.

I paced back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting for dawn. But the sky refused to lighten, and darkness enveloped everything, making me feel even more helpless and fearful.

At dawn, there was finally movement at the Marquis of Yi'an's residence. Lu Yan had returned, covered in blood and in a sorry state. His eyes held a ferocity I had never seen before. This was the real him. At that moment, I was so scared that I didn't dare to breathe. I was afraid he would kill me on the spot.

Fortunately, Lu Yan completely ignored my presence, as if I didn't exist at all. He walked straight into the study in the courtyard without even turning his head. Watching his figure disappear behind the door, I couldn't help but wonder: Had Lu Yan really failed?

I stood there, various possibilities flashing through my mind. Perhaps Lu Yan was inside, heartbroken and licking his wounds of defeat alone; or perhaps he simply didn't want me to see his embarrassment and disappointment, so he chose to hide away alone. In any case, he didn't greet me or talk to me as usual, which made me increasingly worried about his situation.

Lu Yan packed his things silently, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each action required immense effort. He gripped the still-dripping sword tightly in his hand, its cold gleam particularly piercing in the dim light.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on me. It was an extremely complex look, containing too many emotions for me to fully decipher. There was pain, helplessness, resolve, and a hint of something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

In that moment, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to die by his sword. Although my life was already so wretched, filled with confusion and chaos, I still had a sliver of attachment to this world. Yet, at the same time, I felt that dying by his sword might be a kind of relief.

My life has been a muddle, a mess, with nothing worth cherishing. Everything is like dust, destined to return to the earth. Thinking about it this way, death doesn't seem so terrible after all.

However, when I think of my mother, an overwhelming sense of reluctance wells up inside me. My mother is a princess of the royal family, of noble status, but her life is not happy. I know she has always loved me deeply, but I am so disappointing, causing her so much worry.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen to my mother after losing me? Would the King and Queen take good care of her? Would she be too heartbroken? These thoughts kept swirling in my mind, making my heart ache.

I lay in bed, my thoughts surging like a tidal wave, a jumble of ideas churning in my mind. Lu Yan's departure left me with an indescribable emptiness and loss. His image kept flashing before my eyes; all the time we spent together was now a distant memory.

I don't know why he left, nor where he went. I sent the servants in the manor to search for the young master, but all our efforts were in vain, yielding no results. This unknown situation made me anxious and uneasy; I worried that he might have encountered some difficulties or danger.

Meanwhile, my body was gradually giving out. Prolonged thinking and worry had left me utterly exhausted; both my mental and physical strength had reached their limits. I felt my body growing heavier and heavier, as if an invisible force was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, on that day, I could no longer resist my physical weakness and collapsed onto the bed. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness envelop me, hoping to temporarily forget all my troubles and pain in sleep.

In my dazed state, I overheard people around me saying that neither the heir nor Madam Chen had returned, only the Marquis had come back to oversee the Yi'an Marquis's residence. My mother was crying uncontrollably in my ear. I wanted to ask my mother what had become of the two of them, and I also wanted to comfort her and tell her not to shed tears for her worthless daughter. It was truly not worth it.

I could clearly hear my own breathing, an unusually heavy sound that seemed to emanate from a deep valley, carrying a chilling echo. Each inhale felt like a struggle against an invisible force, while each exhale felt like being forced by immense pressure, difficult and rapid.

The feeling was like a drowning person struggling desperately to gasp for air, only to find their neck gripped tightly by an invisible hand, preventing them from breathing freely. That suffocating sensation was ever-present, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape its hold.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, my daughter..."

“Princess, Xiaoyan has been poisoned for quite some time now, not just a day or two. She has been fighting against the poison for so long, enduring immense pain every single second. It is truly remarkable that she has managed to hold on until now!”

"Please accept my condolences, Your Highness."

I heard my mother's voice and the princess's voice. The princess came to see me too.

"Your Highness, please... please let my daughter leave this world in peace. Her life was ruined by that beast Lu Yan. As her mother, I couldn't help her with anything. But at this moment, please let me do one last thing for her. She was born amidst the expectations of the whole family and lived a life of luxury... Let her go... let her have some dignity, sob sob sob..."

Yes, I am also a girl who is pampered by my whole family, so why have I ended up living like this? But my mind is already confused. The past is flashing through my mind like a fleeting dream, and the moments I had with Lu Yan are being magnified at this moment.

This is clearly the person I hate the most.

“Lu Yan…Lu…Yan…”

The Queen Consort of Chu sighed softly, her voice seemingly carrying a thousand sorrows and ten thousand helpless feelings. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if countless thoughts welled up in her heart, yet she had no way to express them. This sigh, like a mournful lament, echoed in the air, making one feel sorry for her.

"Xiaoyan, let's go. In the next life, let's not meet Lu Yan again. He's not worth it."

Yes, he doesn't deserve it, Lu Yan doesn't deserve it.

Gu Qingwan stared at the woman in front of her. Her chest had stopped heaving, and her face, which had previously had some color, had turned as pale as paper, lifeless.

Gu Qingwan felt as if a million ants were gnawing at her heart, causing her unbearable pain. She couldn't accept the fact that a vibrant life had vanished before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop it.

This grand mansion, seemingly magnificent, actually conceals countless darkness and conspiracies. Just like this woman, who should have had a beautiful life, she gradually withered away in this endless struggle.

Gu Qingwan's thoughts drifted back to her past life, where she was innocent and naive, knowing nothing of the world, living a carefree and glamorous life. However, when she finally unveiled the veil that concealed the truth, all the darkness surged towards her like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her.

She recalled the lies, betrayals, and hurts of the past; the pain and despair buried deep in her heart surged back at this moment, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Love can blind people and is the best excuse to convince themselves to give in.

She was blinded by love and paid the price of her life for a rebirth. I really hope that Zhu Xiaoyan will have the same fate and be able to live again by divine intervention, and that this time it will be for himself, not for anything else.

The funeral of the Heir Apparent's wife of the Marquis of Yi'an was grand and solemn, reflecting her noble status. Since there were no other female relatives in the Marquis of Yi'an's household, all funeral arrangements were handled personally by the Princess of Chu.

Princess Chu devoted herself wholeheartedly to the task, meticulously arranging every detail from the setup of the mourning hall to the reception of guests. She not only personally selected the finest coffin and funeral supplies but also carefully decorated the mourning hall, using white as the main color and complementing it with elegant floral arrangements to create a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

During the funeral, the Princess of Chu personally greeted the guests who came to pay their respects. Dressed in plain mourning clothes, her face was dignified and sorrowful. She received each guest with elegance, expressing her deep condolences for the Princess Consort of the Marquis of Yi'an.

In addition, the Queen Consort of Chu arranged for monks to chant sutras to pray for the deceased. Throughout the funeral, the Queen Consort's meticulousness and thoughtfulness were admirable. Her arrangements ensured that the funeral of the Heir Apparent of the Marquis of Yi'an was both dignified and solemn, allowing the deceased to rest in peace.

At the funeral, a man stood out in the crowd. He wore an elegant long robe, its hem fluttering in the breeze, giving him a refined and graceful air. However, in stark contrast to his impeccable attire was his deathly pale face, as if all life had been drained from him, utterly devoid of color.

His eyes were unusually bloodshot, like burning flames, revealing an unspeakable weariness and sorrow. His disheveled hair, like a clump of weeds ravaged by a storm, was scattered carelessly on his forehead and cheeks, making his face appear even more haggard.

The stubble on his chin was clearly from days of neglect, making his already thin face appear even more angular, and revealing his condition over the past few days—he probably hadn't had a proper rest for several days and nights.

The person stood not far from the Yi'an Marquis's residence. Gu Qingwan recognized him; it was Luo Yichen, Xiao Yuheng's strategist. It turned out that the white moonlight in the heart of the ruthless Luo Yichen was actually the Yi'an Marquis's heir's wife, a fact that Gu Qingwan never knew until her death.

Luo Yichen clearly noticed that the Princess of Chu had seen him. His expression was inscrutable, and he turned and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.