The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Starting the following day, Wang Xiyue deliberately avoided places where Dongfang Yu appeared, basically hiding in Yuehua Pavilion or going out of the mansion to handle business.

She really couldn't calmly face him in a short period of time.

Whenever she sees him or hears his voice, the scene from that night in the bathhouse automatically comes to mind.

Dongfang Yu felt helpless but didn't force her. To be honest, he was also afraid of being alone in a room with Xiyue again.

Whenever he sees her, his body reacts instinctively, and all he can think of is that night in the bathtub, that delicate body covered in pink marks.

He didn't realize it at the time, but afterwards, whenever he thought of that scene, he got nosebleeds several times.

No one in the Prince's mansion knew what was wrong with the Prince and Princess. They felt that there was something awkward between the two, but it didn't seem like they were having a conflict.

In the following period, Wang Xiyue occasionally took Mingzhe on a non-stop journey through every street and alley of the capital and several nearby cities, but most of the time she was alone.

With an incredibly discerning eye, she meticulously selected those small shops that seemed unremarkable at first glance.

Whether it's in a quiet, unnoticed corner of a bustling city or hidden at the deepest end of a quiet alley, once she sets her sights on it, she'll bring it under her wing without hesitation.

As time went by, each small shop gradually became a piece of the puzzle in Wang Xiyue's vast business empire.

Half of the reason is to build a convenient and efficient drug transportation network. After all, only through these outposts located in various places can we ensure that those precious pills and huge quantities of medicinal materials can reach their designated locations quickly and safely.

In addition, there was another reason, which was to establish her own unique communication channel.

In this era of imperial power, which was full of competition and uncertainty, timely and accurate information often meant the key to success or failure.

Therefore, having such a comprehensive information network is undoubtedly of great significance to Wang Xiyue.

The goal that Dongfang Yu needs to achieve is the most difficult and arduous.

In this turbulent and deceitful world, power struggles and interests are intertwined like a spider web, and the fierce battles are as turbulent as a raging storm.

In this environment, the Dark Night Pavilion established by Dongfang Yu is far more complex and difficult than the network of relationships established by Wang Xiyue, and the time and energy he has spent is immeasurable.

Therefore, the Dark Night Pavilion is able to obtain timely and accurate intelligence, just like an invincible sword that can easily pierce through layers of fog, influence the outcome of the thrilling battle for the throne, and even determine the life and death of the princes!

In the same year, thanks to Dongfang Yu's meticulous planning, he was successfully appointed as the Crown Prince!

Everyone is working hard quietly and growing in their own way.

Only Li Xueyi is like A Nian, still carefree and innocent under the company and care of her parents.

Mingzhe devoted most of his time to the daunting and arduous training camp, which was the Black Camp belonging to the Dark Night Pavilion.

The Black Camp, this mysterious and harsh place, was set up by Dongfang Yu and Mofeng specifically to supply talent to the Dark Night Pavilion. For Mingzhe, it was like a hidden treasure trove.

Here, there are countless challenging training programs, all waiting for Mingzhe to complete one by one.

Whether it's the arduous training of superb martial arts skills, the repeated practice of ingenious hiding techniques, or the dedicated study of unfathomable disguise skills, each skill is a peak that is difficult for ordinary people to surpass, but Mingzhe has never given up easily.

Because he knew that only through relentless struggle and countless hours of hard work could he firmly grasp these seemingly unattainable skills.

Only by mastering all of them can he truly become a helper to the young lady!

However, even with such a busy schedule, he would still use his little remaining rest time to complete the complicated tasks entrusted to him by the young lady.

Compared to Dongfang Yu's hectic and challenging life, Wang Xiyue's days are busy and colorful.

On the one hand, she had to travel to various cities, busy acquiring a large number of high-quality and effective precious medicinal materials.

On the other hand, he also had to personally supervise the numerous craftsmen as they meticulously processed the mountains of raw materials into various kinds of finished pills that people needed for daily life.

Among the dazzling array of pills, there are affordable pills for common diseases among ordinary people, high-quality and fast-acting medicines for the wealthy and powerful, and beauty and health pills that are highly favored by women.

After all, in this land where the powerful and wealthy gather, there is no shortage of people with vast fortunes, especially those noblewomen who are obsessed with beauty.

They are always eager to buy pills that can keep them young and radiant, and are willing to spend a fortune on them.

Wang Xiyue also knew that as long as she grasped this market demand, it was equivalent to holding the golden key to wealth.

In short, she not only successfully replicated the pills in Ling Peng's formation, but also made further improvements, which provided her with sufficient inspiration in the field of medicine.

However, she was reluctant to sell such rare pills as the Replenishing Essence Pill. The formula for this pill was extremely difficult to decipher and produce, and it could only be done by her personally. Therefore, the quantity was small and it was only available to the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince Xian's Mansion.

Spring has passed and autumn has come; the year is drawing to a close.

Wang Xiyue has finally gotten through her busy period and has had time to write home.

She glanced at the last letter she received from home; it was more than two months old, which was quite unusual.

It has been one year and eight months since she left home. By normal calculations, her sister-in-law should be about to give birth, but her mother's messages to her did not mention anything about her sister-in-law's pregnancy.

She had taken her sister-in-law's pulse at the time, and although her sister-in-law was thin, she was very healthy.

Could it be that my elder brother is infertile?

This is impossible, right?

No, she had to write to her mother and ask her what was going on.

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What Wang Xiyue didn't know was that the Prime Minister's residence had been in chaos and turmoil for the past two months, so Li Lingling was both anxious and happy, and was so busy that she forgot to write to her daughter.

This story begins six months after Ling An married into the Prime Minister's household.

Since marrying Wang Xijie, Ling An has begun a completely different and happy life. Xijie's love for her is passionate and indulgent, while her mother-in-law and father-in-law give her endless tolerance and care.

At first, she didn't notice anything wrong, but it wasn't until more than eight months later that her mother asked her why she wasn't pregnant yet.

Her mother also secretly told her that if she felt unwell, she should go to the doctor as soon as possible and not delay. She said that she was already quite old and should get pregnant and have children as soon as possible so that she could have a stable position and a reliable support. She also passed on a lot of secret recipes to help her conceive.

Ling An finally decided to first confirm whether she had any problems. So she secretly went to Baicaotang several times and pleaded for a long time before she finally got to see the senior physician Han and consult him.

“The girl is healthy and without any illness or pain, so why does she spend so much time looking for me?” After carefully taking her pulse, Old Ancestor Han felt that the girl was worrying unnecessarily.

Ling An looked worried and asked nervously, "Elder Han, I have not had any children since I got married. Is it because I have a physical ailment that I cannot conceive?"

Old Master Han glared at him, "You child, what nonsense are you talking about? I just said you're not sick. How can you make such a rash judgment at such a young age? Relax, the child is a matter of fate. When the time is right, it will come naturally."

Ling An was still worried, "But I..."

Old Master Han said with slight anger, "What, you still don't believe in my medical skills? Unless your husband is sick, or he doesn't want you to have children at all, how could you not be able to conceive!"

Ling An hurriedly apologized, "Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I misspoke."

After leaving the clinic, Ling An initially wondered if Xi Jie's health was actually in trouble.

She kept thinking about how to gently persuade him to come and see Dr. Han when she got back.

But when she was exhausted from Xijie's antics that night, she wanted to speak up about her thoughts from the day.

But then she realized that there were many details she had never noticed before.

She noticed that Xijie would always make some strange movements during intercourse, as if he was trying to prevent her from getting pregnant.

He either left her body at the last moment or simply picked her up and held her in his arms.

She casually brought up the topic of the child with Xijie, who avoided her gaze and stammered that it wasn't the right time yet.

Ling An became increasingly certain of her guess. She secretly observed Xi Jie multiple times and discovered that he had actually taken a secret medicine beforehand, which had a contraceptive effect on men.

Ling An was startled. Could it be that he really didn't want her to have a child? But why?

Ling An didn't know what to do. She was anxious and heartbroken.

She herself wouldn't believe it if Xijie didn't love her, because his love for her was so obvious that everyone else in the mansion felt it was a bit excessive.

He took meticulous care of her every need, and at night he was always so affectionate with her in bed, as if they were inseparable.

If he loves her, why won't he let her have their child?

This problem troubled Ling An for a long time. Before she could figure out how to solve it, her mother-in-law noticed something was wrong.

"An'er, I've noticed you've been quite absent-minded lately. Is something wrong with your body?"

Do you experience nausea, vomiting, or loss of appetite?

As a mother-in-law, what she naturally wants most is to be surrounded by her children and grandchildren, so she subtly inquired whether her daughter-in-law was pregnant.

Hearing her mother-in-law's caring words, Ling An felt a pang of sadness and burst into tears. Was it because of her lowly status that she was not qualified?

If that's the case, then as a concubine used to bring good luck in marriage, I really have no right to bear children for him, who is of noble status!

Since he is unwilling to bring up this matter with me, I should take the initiative to leave so as to repay his kindness.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, mustered her courage, stepped forward, curtsied, and said softly, "Mother, it has been a year since I married into your household, but I am still not pregnant. I am truly ashamed of all the kindness you have shown me!"

"I implore Mother to find a suitable young lady of equal social standing to marry the young master, so that he may soon have children to carry on the Wang family line."

“An’er is willing to leave the mansion and enter the Yue Nian Nunnery to eat vegetarian food and chant sutras to pray for the Wang family!”

Upon hearing this, Li Lingling immediately became anxious, "An'er, what do you mean by that? Our Wang family does not allow three wives and four concubines!"

Then, with a concerned look, she pressed on, "Did Xijie do something to wrong you? Tell me the truth quickly, and I'll definitely have his father punish him with family discipline!"

Upon hearing this, Ling An hurriedly knelt down and shook her head repeatedly, denying it, saying, "No, no, no, this is absolutely not the young master's fault, it's all my fault. I failed to continue the family line and give birth to children, it's all my fault!"

Looking at her daughter-in-law, who was hanging her head and weeping, Li Lingling knew that the problem was serious. It seemed that she would have to go and have a good talk with her husband.

“An’er, get up! Children are a parent’s destiny, and we cannot give up until the very last moment.”