As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

Xie Changyu frowned: "What?"

"I said tonight..." Qiu Huixian paused and said in a very low voice: "I can't do it, I Yue Xin."

Xie Changyu: "..."

He was silent for a while, and after a while he thought about it, but he still didn't put his hand around Qiu Huixian's waist, and said calmly: "Then go to sleep."

He wasn't half-starved every night, turning people over and over again to eat them.

Xie Changyu slid down and lay back on the bed.

Qiu Huixian was also placed in his arms, but her waist-holding posture remained unchanged.

Qiu Priscilla is no longer as tense as she was at the beginning when he leaned against her. She felt sleepy soon after lying down, and her eyelids became heavy.

Xie Changyu suddenly opened his eyes again.

Monthly letter!

Youyue Xin is not pregnant.

It has been a few days since I stopped taking anti-pregnancy pills. The two of them have sex very frequently, but are they still not pregnant?

Not working hard enough?

Or has the opportunity not come yet?

There's something wrong with my body.

Or is she still taking care of Huan'er and not weaning off the medicine?

Xie Changyu wanted to ask Qiu Huixian, but his wife in his arms was breathing long and evenly, and she had already fallen asleep.

Xie Changyu was silent for a while and had no choice but to close his eyes and sleep.

Early the next morning, after Xie Changyu got up, he asked Qiu Huixian if she had any anti-cancer medicine.

Qiu Huixian replied softly: "My husband said it was broken last time. What happened?"

Xie Changyu frowned for a moment and then said: "Now that I've stopped taking the medicine, it's time to get pregnant. It's better to let the doctor take care of me."

Priscilla Qiu opened her mouth: "Husband, we just stopped taking the medicine a few days ago. Getting pregnant... seems to take some time."

"..." Xie Changyu was slightly startled, with a strange look on his face, "How many days has it been?"

He feels like he's been there for a while!

Qiu Huixian nodded, "About seven or eight days ago."

Seeing Xie Changyu's slightly frowning expression, Qiu Huixian chuckled again, "But your husband is right, you should find a doctor to take care of it. This is an important matter."

"I made a note and will ask the government doctor to come later."

Xie Changyu said a firm "hmm" to relieve the embarrassment.

The doctor arrived soon after.

Qiu Huixian has always been in good health, and the doctor didn't say anything after seeing her.

However, after he lived in the house for a few days, the scar on his ear healed.

I haven't been to the camp for several days in a row. Lei Jun manages military affairs very well. He sends people into the city every day to report to Xie Changyu.

Xie Changyu did not insist on rushing between camp and Fuzhong non-stop.

Over at the Ji family, Qiu Huixian sent someone to pay attention.

I heard that Mrs. Ji was seriously ill and bedridden. Ji Hongyu went to the bedside to fulfill his filial piety and no longer sought life and death, but his words became very few.

Apart from serving decoctions to the old lady every day, I would just lock myself in the study.

Yin'er remembered the last time Ji Hongyu threatened to meet Qiu Huixian, and she felt sad when she heard about the Ji family's affairs: "Miss, do you think Mr. Ji is holding back something bad?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Qiu Huixian held needle and thread in her hand and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me, and he doesn't dare to look for me again."

"Ah? Why? He went crazy——"

"If he could really go crazy, he would have gone crazy a long time ago." Qiu Huixian kept moving and said calmly: "His temper is such that he can't go crazy. This time he just took the opportunity to have an attack."

"Perhaps... it's just that the dissatisfaction in my heart has been accumulated to the extreme. I will be crazy for a day or two, but I won't really go crazy after all."

"The last time my husband went to pick me up, I should have shocked him. The Ji family will not make any mistakes in the future." Yin'er nodded, "That's right, with my uncle's status, no one in Youyun dares to offend him. That Ji family can’t be offended either.”

At this point, Yin'er was happy: "It seems that the best always comes later. The young lady always told me in the past that you have to learn to wait. Anyone who knows how to wait will not have bad luck."

"At that time, I still felt that if I waited and waited, I would spend all my youthful life, but would I wait until I was old and yellow?"

"Now I feel that what the lady said is true."

Qiu Huixian smiled and worked on the needlework in her hands seriously.

That was a hair tie made for Xie Changyu.

For the cyan base, Priscilla Qiu used slightly darker cyan embroidery thread, and embroidered some pine and bamboo patterns on it for embellishment, which is simple, low-key and not fancy.

Recently, she discovered that if Xie Changyu went to practice martial arts to stretch his muscles, he would not wear a crown or hairpin, but would tie his hair with a hairband.

It must be that wearing a crown and hairpin is not comfortable.

So Qiu Huixian took advantage of her free time to make a hair tie for Xie Changyu so that he could use it.

A series of footsteps sounded, and Aunt Cui quickly walked into the house, with an ugly expression on her face: "Miss, Yue Mei went to the Crown Prince that month."

Priscilla Qiu misplaced the needle tip and pricked her fingertip, causing blood beads to appear.

Yin'er whispered: "Miss!"

"fine."

Qiu Huixian took the handkerchief and wiped away the blood beads, put down the needle and thread, "Is the Crown Prince in the martial arts training ground or in the study room?"

"Martial arts training ground."

Aunt Cui frowned and said, "This little hoof was sent by the Third Madam. No matter how peaceful she is on the surface, she is restless in her heart. He must have been instructed by the Third Madam."

If Priscilla Qiu didn't recommend it, she would take the lead on her own.

"Miss, look now -"

Qiu Huixian shook her head and picked up the needle and thread again, "Let her go."

……

In the martial arts arena, Xie Changyu finished practicing a set of marksmanship and stood by the weapon rack to arrange the red tassel hanging on the gun head.

His face was resolute and his forehead was covered with sweat. He stood there with a majestic and heroic figure. Although he was old, he also had a calm charm that was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary young men.

Wearing a pink gauze skirt, Yuemei stood in front of the martial arts training ground, holding a lacquer plate in her hand with a bowl of soup.

She had been standing here for a while. She wanted to get closer but did not dare to because of Xie Changyu's power. She held the edge of the lacquer plate with both hands and was nervous.

After a moment, there was a ding.

Xie Changyu returned the spear in his hand to the weapons rack, then turned around and walked out.

It's time to go.

Yuemei couldn't avoid it and faced Xie Changyu head-on. She immediately held her breath nervously and bowed to Xie Changyu who was approaching and saluted: "Your Majesty..."

Xie Changyu waved his hand lightly and walked past.

Yuemei gritted her teeth and hurriedly followed, stopping in front of Xie Changyu, "Your Majesty! I've met the Crown Prince. I am the maid that Madam keeps by your side. I..."

Xie Changyu frowned and looked over, his cold and unpredictable gaze making Yuemei unable to speak.

He has seen several maids around Qiu Huixian, but he has never seen this one.

When was it collected?

But that's not important either.

Having more servants in the house makes no difference to Xie Changyu, as long as Qiu Huixian is happy.

He said indifferently: "Did Madam ask you to come?"

Yuemei, who didn't know how to speak, suddenly found the reason and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, it was the madam who asked the slave to deliver soup to the prince... The madam said that the prince would definitely be thirsty if he was practicing martial arts here alone, so …”

"This soup was made by my slave. It tastes pretty good. Please taste it, Your Majesty." (End of Chapter)