No matter what, all that Mingzhu had left was An You. She was poor to the point that An You was all she had. Even though she was a little dissatisfied with An You, she still had no way to leave him. She had become dependent on him.

  Mingzhu had been in the general’s residence for quite a while now. Servants would laugh at her in private for giving up her role as a princess and insisting on becoming someone’s mistress. They’d laugh that she was by nature trash.

  At the very start, Mingzhu had objected to this and would even sneer that these people didn’t understand love at all. For An You, she wasn’t even afraid of death, so of course she wouldn’t care about her status.

  However, the more time she spent in the general’s residence and the more of these words she heard, the more her heart started to sway. Staying in the general’s residence wasn’t as comfortable as back when she was a princess and she had to bicker over every bit of money.

  However, there was no way to take back an arrow once it left the bow. Mingzhu had no choice but to stay with An You now. She was even more lovey-dovey with An You in order to console herself and show herself that she hadn’t made the wrong decision. However, she still felt sensitive about things and used a very sharp attitude to test whether An You was sincere towards her.

  As long as An You’s attitude was the slightest bit off, she would start feeling regret.

  As of now, An You and Mingzhu were both very tired, but by chance they both made the decision to continue trying to act like they were very in love with each other. Mingzhu wasn’t the only one that had given up a lot, An You had given up a lot too.

  His official career had ended here and his colleagues were all laughing at him behind his back and ridiculing his rash actions. He had offended the emperor and lost imperial favor just for a woman.

  For the sake of proving to everyone that he had been right, An You and Mingzhu could only continue to be ‘in love.’


  Ning Shu: Why make things so tiring? Tsk tsk…


  The sound of Mingzhu moaning became weaker as basin after basin of bloody water were carried outside. It was a shocking sight.

  The old madame closed her eyes. It was clear that she didn’t have much hope left for this child.

  Ning Shu had Zhu Er give a piece of ginseng to the midwife and have Mingzhu suck on it. Ginseng improved vitality, so that way Mingzhu would at least have enough energy to give birth to the child.

  When An You saw Ning Shu take out the ginseng, he was slightly taken aback for a moment, then he said, “Lingxian, thank you.”


  Ning Shu smiled without saying anything.

  “Mother, is the child still not born?” Li Nianlei had been instructing the servants to boil water and simmer medicine, but it had been a long time, so she came to check on things. She looked towards Ning Shu worriedly.

  Ning Shu’s brows furrowed as well. In the original storyline, Mingzhu had died. Could it be that Mingzhu was about to die?

  Ning Shu didn’t really want to let Mingzhu die. The moment she died, she’d probably become an untarnished cinnabar mark in An You’s heart.

  Daily interactions only served to make people see each other’s flaws. If the person dies, then their good points would become amplified and remain forever in the hearts of the living.

  Ning Shu returned to her courtyard and wrote a prescription for Zhu Er to get.

  Mingzhu was already out of energy from screaming. It felt like a knife was cutting at her stomach and someone kept pouring bitter medicine into her mouth.

  Mingzhu felt like she was about to die. She wanted to see An You before she died, but all that came out of her mouth was a weak moan.

  The midwife kept shouting for her to push. Mingzhu seemed to hear Wei Lingxian’s voice come from outside. She was currently talking with An You gently.