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Jiang Ning finished speaking and looked at Huang Ying.

Although Huang Ying didn’t know what she was going to do, she immediately took out a silver ingot and handed it to He Tang.

He Tang waved his hands repeatedly: “I’ll take you back, no need for money, really no need. Xiaoning, why are you being so polite to me like this?”

Jiang Ning laughed: “One thing at a time, even close brothers settle accounts properly; using your carriage and horses, I should pay.”

Huang Ying insisted on stuffing the silver into his hand.

“Huang Ying, get on the carriage,” Jiang Ning said.

Huang Ying helped her up, acting as her crutch, and hesitated as she looked left and right: “What about this wheelchair, I’ll call the coachman over to carry…”

“Are you stupid? Your life is at stake, and you still want a carriage. Hurry up and go home, that’s the main thing!”

“Ah?”

“Get on the carriage.”

“Oh, okay…” Huang Ying helped her into the carriage.

Jiang Ning said to the coachman, “Go to the Prime Minister’s Mansion.” Then, she said to He Tang, “Once I get home, I’ll have the carriage go to your house; don’t worry.”

He Tang quickly waved his hands: “No problem, no problem. But Xiaoning, do you have any urgent matters?”

“It’s not a big deal; we can chat more when we see each other next time. Thank you, goodbye.”

Jiang Ning urged the carriage to go quickly.

The carriage was a bit shabby, and Huang Ying frowned as she looked at it.

“That part is cracked.”

“It’s good enough to have something to sit in, and you’re still being picky. He Tang’s family is living modestly, and this carriage is probably the most valuable thing they have.” Jiang Ning looked outside.

Fortunately, the coachman from the Prince of Yu’s mansion hadn’t noticed this side yet.

Huang Ying asked, “Princess Consort, why did you suddenly want to go back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion?”

Jiang Ning didn’t hide it from her personal maid: “I’m pregnant.”

“This servant knows, it’s a great joy. Could it be that you want to go back and tell the Old Madam yourself?”

“The Prince of Yu doesn’t want the child; he wants me to get rid of the child.”

“…Why?” Huang Ying was shocked.

Would a man not want his own child?

Not to mention, he is the Prince of Yu.

Doesn’t he want to fight for the Imperial Throne?

If the Princess Consort has a son, it would be a great advantage for him to fight for the throne in the future.

After all, the royal family values the prosperity of the family.

Huang Ying really couldn’t understand.

Jiang Ning said, “You’ve seen how much he dislikes me. Perhaps this is hating the house and its crow. Because he hates me, a cripple, he doesn’t want the child I give birth to.”

“How can he do that?” Huang Ying frowned, “You are the Main Consort, and you have the right to give birth to a legitimate child. The Prince is going too far.”

“He can do whatever he likes, if I can’t provoke him, can’t I hide from him?”

“You’re right, when you return to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, with the Old Madam there, no one can do anything to you.”

The carriage rushed towards Jiang Family’s residence.

The coachman from the Prince of Yu’s mansion leaned on the shaft and took a nap, occasionally glancing at the dumpling stall. With a glimpse, he saw the wheelchair still there, so he continued to close his eyes and rest.

By the time he finally realized something was wrong, the people were long gone.

The coachman panicked and hurried to report to Li Hongyuan.

“What do you mean the person is gone?”

“The servant doesn’t know, just, just when I looked, the Princess Consort and Miss Huang Ying were both gone…” The coachman trembled in fear, “Please forgive me, my lord, spare this servant…”

Li Hongyuan’s eyes darkened slightly, and he turned the horse’s head to return to the dumpling stall.

As expected, the people were gone, leaving only a wheelchair behind.

He called the dumpling stall owner to inquire.

The owner was trembling: “This humble one really knows nothing, I only saw that lady with the bad legs and her maid get into a shabby carriage and go in that direction..”