The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Su Rongrong's strange laughter sent a chill down the back of the maid's neck. She shrank back, looking terrified: "Your Highness, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Get up," Su Rongrong said coldly.

The maid stood up shakily, and seeing her spineless appearance, Su Rongrong felt even angrier.

She doesn't resemble Song Wenjun at all. Although only her eyes are similar, it's just a superficial resemblance.

If she were to pretend to be Song Wenjun, it would be a poor imitation.

Having made up her mind, Su Rongrong was no longer flustered.

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip: "Have you met the Princess Consort of Chu?"

The maidservant glanced cautiously at Su Rongrong, and seeing her calm expression, nodded timidly: "This maidservant greets you."

What do you think of the Princess Consort of Chu?

The maid knelt down in terror: "How can the Princess Consort of Chu compare to the Crown Princess? She is not even one ten-thousandth as good as you."

Su Rongrong snorted coldly: "You're smart to know what's good for you."

After saying that, she raised her hand to signal the maid to stand up: "From today onwards, you will properly learn from the Princess Consort of Chu's every smile and frown, do you understand?"

The maid looked at her with a blank expression. Su Rongrong said coldly, "After you have finished your studies, you will win the heart of the Crown Prince. Then I will make you my concubine."

"If you fail to learn it, I will kill you."

The maid trembled with fear and hurriedly replied, "Yes, this servant will certainly obey the Crown Princess's orders."

Her indenture was in Su Rongrong's hands, and she dared not disobey.

Su Rongrong leaned back slightly, her face full of smugness.

……

Prince Chu's Mansion.

Since returning to his residence, Xiao Ji has completely let loose and lived life to the fullest.

First, he hugged Song Wenjun and kissed her hard twice, then he put his ear to her lower abdomen to listen.

Finally, still confused, he asked, "Why isn't there any sound at all?"

Song Wenjun slapped him: "It's only been a little over a month, what's all this commotion about?"

"right."

Seeing his simple, honest smile, Song Wenjun was truly at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Xiao Ji, however, enjoyed it immensely and would talk to her belly for a while every day.

Seeing that he was happy, Song Wenjun went along with him.

He would stay at the mansion with Song Wenjun as long as he wasn't going to the military camp.

Seven or eight days later, Song Wenjun began experiencing morning sickness.

At first, I just couldn't stand the smell of grease, but gradually I couldn't even eat.

In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.

Xiao Ji was so anxious he was jumping up and down, wishing he could take her place: "Why did you suddenly vomit like this? You were fine before!"

Song Wenjun covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her face pale and weak, and said, "Women all experience morning sickness. I didn't vomit before because I didn't have any symptoms when I was newly pregnant. Now the symptoms are starting to come."

Seeing that she was still comforting him, Xiao Ji wanted to slap himself twice.

If she hadn't borne him children, Song Wenjun wouldn't have had to suffer like this.

"No, I'll go and fetch the imperial physician for you."

The imperial physician has been staying at the mansion. He hasn't been home for half a month since Song Wenjun became pregnant.

Song Wenjun lost weight due to morning sickness, while the imperial physician lost weight purely because he was homesick.

He has a wife and children too, and he misses home.

The imperial physician came in carrying his medicine chest, took Song Wenjun's pulse, and said to Xiao Ji with a happy expression, "Your Highness, your pulse is strong and healthy, and the baby in your womb is doing well. You can put your mind at ease."

Xiao Ji could hardly let it go: "But the princess can't even eat every day. How can this go on? You must quickly prescribe a medicine to help her suppress her morning sickness."

"The princess is vomiting so badly, even if this old minister prescribes medicine, she will still vomit..." The imperial physician sighed. He hoped more than anyone else that the princess would be healthy and free from illness.

Only in this way can he leave the Prince's mansion.

Xiao Ji's eyes widened immediately: "What? There's no other way?"

"She can only eat light meals, small and frequent meals. We'll see what the princess can eat and then make that. There's no other way. That's how all pregnant women get through it."

Hearing the imperial physician's words, Xiao Ji's nose tingled with tears.

If pregnancy takes ten months, does that mean Song Wenjun would have been vomiting for ten months?

How could she possibly stand it?

Seeing Xiao Ji's anxious expression, the imperial physician quickly comforted him, "Your Highness, there's no need to worry too much. Perhaps she'll only be vomiting for a little over half a month. After this period, the princess's appetite will return."

Seeing that the imperial physicians were also helpless, Xiao Ji scolded them, "If you're incompetent, then you're incompetent. What use are you if you can't even cure morning sickness?"

Imperial physician: "..."

If he could cure morning sickness, wouldn't he be a god?

Xiao Ji dismissed the imperial physician and racked his brains for a solution.

As Song Wenjun watched him pacing around the room like a monkey, that nausea returned: "Don't circle around in front of me, I feel like throwing up."

Xiao Ji was so frightened that he hurriedly ran out. Oh no, now Song Wenjun feels like throwing up whenever she sees him.

Does that mean he won't be able to appear in front of her for the next ten months?

Xiao Ji became increasingly frightened as he thought about it; he had to find a way to stop her from vomiting.

At that moment, Xiao Ji instructed the steward to gather all the old women in the mansion together.

Everyone was puzzled, but they all obediently came over.

Xiao Ji asked with a stern face, "You all need to think carefully about what methods can be used to prevent or alleviate the princess's morning sickness."

He tapped on the table, where a pile of loose silver coins lay.

"If the method works, I will reward you with a silver ingot."

The mothers, all of whom had given birth, all had their eyes light up when they heard this.

They immediately raised their hands, offering suggestions to Xiao Ji: "Your Highness, this servant knows that we can massage the Princess's acupoints to relieve morning sickness."

Xiao Ji nodded: "Take the money and go give the princess a massage."

The old woman happily stepped forward, took the money, and got a good job; her smile stretched from ear to ear.

"This old servant knows how to make calming incense, which can alleviate morning sickness."

"This old servant can make some sour fruit juice for the princess, which can stimulate her appetite, aid digestion, and also alleviate morning sickness."

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and when it was the last person's turn, she said, "None of what you've said will work. Actually, there are other ways to alleviate morning sickness."

Xiao Ji perked up immediately: "Can morning sickness be redirected?"

The old woman said with a hint of pride, "Your Highness doesn't know, these are all folk remedies. It's said that as long as a woman wears a man's shoes and then steps over the man's clothes, her morning sickness will be transferred to the man. It's guaranteed to work every time."

Xiao Ji was immediately tempted. If this could make Song Wenjun's morning sickness feel better, why not?

"A generous reward, a very generous reward."

The remaining silver all belonged to that old woman.

Xiao Ji rushed back to his room, where Song Wenjun was lying on the bed, vomiting violently.

Seeing her pale face, Xiao Ji felt extremely distressed.

He immediately ordered his maid to bring him his shoes and clothes.

Song Wenjun looked at him in confusion and asked weakly, "What are you doing?"

"I've come to save your life."