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Princess Ling’an was already standing here, and her cup was raised. If she just turned around and left, it would be an enormous loss of face.

She simply turned to Li Hongyuan: “Your Highness, I have yet to congratulate you on your wedding.”

Li Hongyuan lifted his wine cup, muttered a thank you, and took a sip.

Princess Ling’an looked at his handsome and fresh face, feeling bitter in her heart.

She felt like she was a chaste and loyal woman abandoned by a scumbag in a story.

So great, so brave, so wronged, and so pitiful…

Tears almost welled up in her eyes, moved by her own feelings. She lifted the wine, preparing to drink it all at once—

Just then, a sound of retching came.

Looking up, it was Jiang Ning.

She was holding a piece of sheep milk custard and was bent over, vomiting.

All eyes in the hall shifted from Princess Ling’an to her.

Princess Ling’an was pissed.

She was indulged in self-pity, self-emotion. This little slut was putting on a vomiting show right there. Who was she performing for?

Just because she had a drink with Prince of Yu, was she that jealous?

The atmosphere was ruined by her.

Princess Ling’an, in her anger, turned and left.

Li Hongyuan reached out and grabbed Jiang Ning’s wrist, pulling her to his side.

To outsiders, it seemed like he was helping and caring for her, but in reality —

He was threatening her in a low voice: “Behave yourself, such an embarrassing act, who are you trying to impress?”

Jiang Ning lifted the sheep milk custard: “It’s not because I find you two disgusting, it’s just this thing is too hard to swallow.”

“You—”

“Don’t believe me, Your Highness, taste it yourself.” Jiang Ning placed the remaining sheep milk custard at his lips.

Li Hongyuan was fighting the urge to kick her out.

Then, a noblewoman spoke: “Is the Princess Consort of Yu feeling unwell?”

Jiang Ning laughed, “Not really, it’s just that this pastry, tastes a bit fishy.”

The noblewoman laughed: “Oh, by the looks of it, it seems like you might be pregnant?”

Hu-

The hall was in an uproar.

The Emperor had five sons in total. Except for the eldest prince who died and left an emperor’s eldest grandson, the second, third, and fourth sons were all married and had birthed six-seven children, all girls, without exception.

In other words, the Emperor had a lot of granddaughters, but only one grandson.

If the Princess Consort of Yu were to have a son, it would greatly strengthen the Fifth Prince’s position in the struggle for the Imperial Throne.

But Prince of Yu had only been married for just over half a month, was the Princess Consort pregnant so soon?

Looking at the leg, it seemed too fertile.

Faced with everyone’s complicated expressions, Li Hongyuan said: “The Princess Consort is just not used to the diet, she has lived a poor life since childhood. She’s not pregnant.”

Jiang Ning rolled her eyes in her mind.

Publicly stating that she’s poor?

Fine.

So be it.

“Whether she is pregnant or not, shouldn’t the Imperial Physician be the one to decide?” Concubine Jin, who had always been sitting at the head of the room, looking listless, spoke up, “Lai Fu, go call for the Imperial Physician.”

Huang Ying also hurriedly pushed Jiang Ning behind the screen.

After all, she couldn’t let the Imperial Physician check her pulse in front of everyone.

Soon, the Imperial Physician arrived.

Upon seeing him, Jiang Ning realized that he was an “old acquaintance”, seeing him for the third time now.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Is there only one Imperial Physician in the palace?”

Imperial Physician Wei laughed, “Princess Consort of Yu jests, it’s purely a coincidence.”

Jiang Ning replied, “Considering your medical skills, it’s a miracle that you’ve managed to hold your position in the palace for so long. Okay, let’s get started.”

She stretched out her hand.

Imperial Physician Wei took out a silk handkerchief and covered it, carefully checking her pulse. After a while, he withdrew his hand and said with a smile, “Congratulations to the Princess Consort, you are pregnant..”