The Cousin Is About to Marry，The Abstinent Young Lord Loses Control-Chapter 116: Childbearing Tool

As soon as Ji Mingzhu left Du Peifang’s courtyard, someone went to inform Princess An He of the situation.

"She knows what’s wise, knowing which side to stand on."

The nanny expressed her concern, "The Princely Heir’s wife is very cunning, constantly calling you Commandery Princess, obviously using your name to suppress that Du wench. If she pushes it too far, won’t Lord have any objections?"

Princess An He sneered coldly, "What if he has objections? Can he even hold me accountable?"

The nanny felt uneasy, "The Du Family feels ashamed now and doesn’t care about Du Peifang, but once they come to their senses, they might try to mend relations with her. If that happens, they might incite her to seduce Lord. If she bears children, won’t that become a nuisance for you and Young Master?"

When it came to childbearing, Princess An He was not particularly concerned.

"Ah Zhen is already grown up, no matter how many children those women have, it won’t affect his position."

She just felt stifled.

The daughter-in-law she had her eyes on became her husband’s bed companion.

This was a blatant slap in her face, making her the laughingstock of the capital!

Moreover, even if she no longer had feelings for Lord, he was still her husband.

As long as they weren’t divorced, any woman in her husband’s chambers was like a thorn in her side.

How could she possibly tolerate Du Peifang?

The nanny said, "I can see it; Lord still cares about you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so attentive towards Young Master. If you softened a bit, Du Peifang wouldn’t be an issue. You could also avoid the Princely Heir’s wife causing trouble in your name, saving you from future troubles."

Princess An He had been proud all her life, and it was impossible for her to lower herself to please a man.

With an unpleasant look, she said, "Men are all fickle. The reason he values Ah Zhen is because Ah Zhen is outstanding on his own and brings him honor, not because his conscience has woken up to treat his legitimate son well!"

The nanny wanted to say more, but Princess An He raised her hand.

"But you’re right, if Du Peifang has a child, the Du Family will definitely try to snatch things away from Ah Zhen. In that case, it’s better for her not to have any."

In the early years, Princess An He had many fights with Duke Xie.

Many newcomers entered the mansion, indeed creating opportunities for some concubines to have children.

Later, Princess An He stopped interfering with Lord’s affairs of taking concubines, but afterward, they were all given sterility broth.

Duke Xie was aware of this but did not intervene.

Now Princess An He wanted to use this tactic on Du Peifang, which made the nanny a little anxious.

"Will the Du Family and the Noble Consort in the palace have any objections?"

Princess An He said indifferently, "Isn’t there still Ji Mingzhu? She has never gotten along with Du Peifang, so it’s no surprise if she gives her a sterility pill."

The nanny beamed with a smile, flattering, "Being able to solve your worries is the Princely Heir’s wife’s good fortune!"

Anyone with eyes could see that Xie Yunzhen cared a lot for Ji Mingzhu.

Even the Old Matron and the Commandery Princess couldn’t do anything about him.

No matter how much they looked down on Ji Mingzhu, the people in the main courtyard had to respectfully address her as the Princely Heir’s wife.

They feared saying anything wrong, angering that Living Yama.

At that point, even the Commandery Princess might not be able to protect them.

With a ghostly tone, Princess An He said, "She does have her use; she’s not eating idle food in the mansion. If she can hurry up and give a few children to Ah Zhen, perhaps I might show some compassion and give her a way out if something happens."

Xie Yunzhen’s previous acts of renouncing the world had left a psychological shadow on Princess An He.

No matter how much she disliked Ji Mingzhu, Princess An He hoped she would quickly give birth to a few children.

With children, she could feel at ease.

No longer fearing her son threatening her, stabbing her metaphorically and threatening to become a monk.

With children, many worries could be resolved.

Ji Mingzhu was just a tool for childbirth.

With this thought, Princess An He felt much better.

Ji Mingzhu had good looks, and her parents were not deceitful or evasive; her background was fairly respectable.

Having her give birth to children for Ah Zhen was quite appropriate.

Blowing on her painted nails, Princess An He ordered, "Starting from today, send her nourishing soup. If she doesn’t conceive within three months, either she leaves on her own, or she arranges a concubine for Ah Zhen. Let her choose."

The inheritance issue related to family lineage was of utmost importance.

Xie Yunzhen didn’t even have a maid in his chambers.

Now, having finally taken a wife, although she wasn’t the family’s preferred choice, as long as Ji Mingzhu could bear children, Princess An He decided to tolerate her for now.

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During dinner, the nourishing soup was brought in front of Ji Mingzhu.

"Madam, this is a top-notch broth, very beneficial for a woman’s body. Please drink it quickly; I need to report back after you finish."

Ji Mingzhu understood Princess An He’s intentions and didn’t make any pointless resistance.

In her past life, Princess An He also valued the child in her womb.

Unfortunately, in the end, she never gave birth to the child, so she didn’t know how that person reacted.

She guessed she’d probably scold her for being useless in exasperation, right?

After the scolding, she might happily arrange for a new wife for Xie Yunzhen.

At the Duke Mansion back then, she was a tool for childbirth.

Now, she was still playing that same role.

Ji Mingzhu slightly curled her lips, lowering her eyelashes to hide the mockery in her eyes.

Just as she was about to drink the nourishing soup, Xie Yunzhen returned from court.

He wore a court robe, tall and handsome, his strong and powerful long legs walking quickly and steadily.

He strode into the dining hall.

Seeing his mother’s personal nanny present, staring at Ji Mingzhu drinking a dark broth.

Xie Yunzhen asked in a deep voice, "What is she drinking?"

As he spoke, he had already walked to Ji Mingzhu’s side.

He raised his hand to take the bowl from Ji Mingzhu, confirming she hadn’t drunk it, then brought it to his nose to sniff.

The nanny looked embarrassed.

Was the Young Master not trusting her, or was he not trusting the Commandery Princess?

She quickly explained, "This is a tonic for women, good for conception. Young Master, please let Madam drink it while it’s hot."

Every medicine has its risks. Xie Yunzhen didn’t want Ji Mingzhu drinking these random things.

Even for body nourishment, medicinal cuisine would suffice.

Xie Yunzhen knew well what kind of temperament his mother had.

Even if the nourishing soup wasn’t drunk today, it would still be brought to Mingzhu tomorrow if he wasn’t in the mansion.

The only way to stop it was to take the problem upon himself, then she might stop.

In front of the nanny, he poured out the nourishing broth.

"Tell Mother that I still have residual poison in my body. If Mingzhu conceives now, the child won’t survive. If she’s got nothing better to do, she might as well find a way to help me detoxify."

The nanny’s heart skipped a beat.

The Young Master was alive and well, and they all thought there was no problem.

Unexpectedly, there was still residual poison in his body.

This was a big issue, which needed to be reported to the Commandery Princess immediately.

Once everyone had left, Xie Yunzhen sat down beside Ji Mingzhu.

With a slight force of his arm, he pulled her onto his lap.

He had just returned from outside, bringing warmth with him.

The warmth seeped through the thin layers of fabric and onto Ji Mingzhu.

The posture was overly intimate, making Ji Mingzhu both shy and embarrassed.

She propped her hands on the man’s shoulders, trying to get up, "You smell like sweat, it’s stinky!"

Xie Yunzhen raised an eyebrow, "Why don’t I smell it?"

With his large hand pressing Ji Mingzhu’s back, he forced her closer to him.

"Did you smell it wrong? Smell again."