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Chapter 162 - 162: 162: Does it Hurt or Not

Although she was stubborn, she also valued her life.

“Are you brothers always so open in your fights and killings?” Jiang Ning asked.

“Of course not. It’s just… some things, everyone knows in their hearts.” Li Hongyuan said indifferently, “Throughout history, struggles for the Imperial Throne have always been bloody.”

“Actually, isn’t it good to just be a rich and noble prince? Why must you compete for that position?”

“You don’t understand.” Li Hongyuan looked out the carriage window, his eyes becoming a bit distant, “Some things, once they are out of your control, there is no turning back.”

“It sounds like someone forced you to fight for it.”

“Of course. If you don’t fight for it, someone will force you to do so. If you don’t fight and give up the position to someone else, they won’t be merciful to you. Do you want to be trampled underfoot for the rest of your life?”

Jiang Ning actually understood this, but throughout history, there have also been wealthy princes who lived leisurely lives without a care in the world.

However, looking at the ruthlessness and life-and-death struggles between these brothers, there was absolutely no room for retreat.

If you don’t fight, you will die.

For the sake of her life, she decided to stay in the Prince of Yu’s residence for the remaining three or four months, not going out.

Moreover, her arm, although it was just an external injury, had a whole layer of flesh cut off.

Having a lame leg was one thing, but now with an injured arm, there was no way she could go out to have fun.

At that moment, the carriage suddenly shook.

Jiang Ning lost her balance and was thrown to the side, about to hit the carriage.

A hand grabbed her shoulder, steadying her.

“What’s the matter?” Li Hongyuan asked in a deep voice.

Chashan’s voice came from outside the carriage: “There’s a stone on the road. No problem.”

“Tell the coachman if the ride gets bumpy again, I will take their lives.”

“This servant understands.”

The carriage slowed down a bit, but it became more stable.

Li Hongyuan asked Jiang Ning: “Are you alright? Is there any discomfort? Does your arm hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

“Does your arm hurt?” She didn’t answer, so Li Hongyuan repeated the question.

“A little.”

How could it not hurt at all?

Li Hongyuan asked again, “Does your stomach hurt?”

“Why should my stomach hurt?” Jiang Ning glanced at him, “When I was at the Medical Clinic, you kept saying I was going to have a miscarriage. Now you keep asking if my stomach hurts. Do you really want me to have a miscarriage?”

“Do you have a brain?” Li Hongyuan was exasperated and retracted his hand, “I’m asking this because the child kept kicking your stomach!”

Jiang Ning said, “Who would have a stomachache because of the kicking?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt?” Li Hongyuan’s expression was a bit dumb.

Could something kicking inside the stomach not hurt?

“Of course it doesn’t hurt.” Jiang Ning thought for a while, and added, “At least not for now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Right now, the baby is still small, able to move around in the stomach, and its strength is weak. In a couple of months, when it grows bigger and can’t stretch its limbs, it may become uncomfortable when it kicks.”

These were all things she learned from books and television in her previous life.

Li Hongyuan listened, a bit dazed, imagining a tiny baby swimming around in the stomach.

Would it drown then?

But he wouldn’t ask these questions, so as to avoid being looked at by this dead woman as if he was an idiot.

Jiang Ning glanced at his hand and saw that she had scratched it.

Li Hongyuan sat with proper posture, staring straight ahead, pondering whether it was the King of Chen or the Prince of Huai who had made the move.

When he came back to his senses and realized that the noisy woman beside him had been quiet for a long time, he turned his head and saw her leaning against the carriage, asleep..