Quick Wear: The Enchanting Concubine, Rules of Survival and Plunder

Chapter 452: Concubine of Jingnan Marquis's Mansion 24

After being repeatedly plotted against by Aunt Jiang a year ago, Ding Xinhui is now very worried about the servants in her yard. The only one she can truly trust is Zishu.

As for Zi Ling...

The forty strokes of the cane a year ago finally took Zi Ling's life. Zi Ling did not survive and lay in bed for two days, gasping for breath, before eventually dying.

After drinking the medicine, Ding Xinhui immediately put the preserved fruit that Zishu handed over into her mouth: "I hope my stomach can be more effective and hit the target last night, otherwise I don't know when the next time the Marquis comes to my room will be."

Although the Marquis touched her last night, it was very perfunctory and it was over quickly.

Ding Xinhui could clearly feel that the Marquis was really unwilling to touch her again. Even if he came to her room again, it was hard to say whether he would touch her again.

It is also because of this that Ding Xinhui hopes that her belly will be more promising.

"Madam, rest assured. You have been recuperating for the past year. I believe that you will have good news soon," Zishu said. "Once you are pregnant, your situation will gradually improve. At least it won't matter if the Marquis doesn't come to our main courtyard."

"Yes! As long as I can give birth to a son, it doesn't matter whether the Marquis comes to my place or not," Ding Xinhui stroked her belly, "So! My belly must be more motivated, as long as I give birth to a son, then I can..."

Ding Xinhui's eyes were filled with murderous intent. As soon as she became pregnant, she would want to kill Zhou Fengting immediately.

But as I said, this matter really cannot be rushed. As for the previous arrangements for Zhou Fengting, they were naturally shelved after what happened a year ago.

And now...

Ding Xinhui took a deep breath and warned herself in her heart not to act too hastily. She couldn't make any mistakes now, so even if she had any plans for Zhou Fengting's stepson, she had to wait until she gave birth to the child before making any careful plans.

Time quickly passed and more than a month passed. Ever since the Marquis went to Ding Xinhui's room more than a month ago, he has not set foot in the main courtyard for more than a month. Jiang Chunxi was still the only one who was favored by the Marquis.

Ding Xinhui was also very lucky, as the news of her pregnancy finally came out. But just when the court doctor confirmed her pregnancy, the old lady suddenly fainted.

And this dizziness lasted for three days.

In the past three days, Marquis Jingnan was naturally extremely worried and anxious because of his mother's fainting, but even the imperial doctors in the palace could not figure out what was wrong with his mother's body.

In the end, Marquis Jingnan had no choice but to try his luck and go to the Huguo Temple to invite a senior monk to come and take a look at his mansion.

The problem was immediately apparent at first glance. The senior monk from the Huguo Temple pointed at Ding Xinhui's belly and said that the child in her belly was a curse from heaven. If the child was allowed to be born, all her relatives would be killed.

To be honest, Marquis Jingnan was unwilling to believe it. Although he already hated Ding Xinhui, the child in Ding Xinhui's belly was his own flesh and blood after all. How could he have the heart to kill his own flesh and blood?

Needless to say, Ding Xinhui was so angry that her eyes were bloodshot. She cursed the monk for being sent by someone to harm her child. She even quickly locked her suspicion on Jiang Chunxi.

"My Lord, it must be Aunt Jiang who bribed this monk," Ding Xinhui said anxiously and angrily to Marquis Jingnan, "It must be Aunt Jiang who didn't want me to give birth to a child, so she deliberately bribed this monk to harm the child in my belly."

"Ding Xinhui, even if you want to throw dirty water on Aunt Jiang, please use your brain. Aunt Jiang has no idea that we have invited a high monk from the Huguo Temple to our mansion. And even if Aunt Jiang knew, how would she know which high monk this marquis has invited?" Marquis Jingnan looked at Ding Xinhui impatiently. He was getting more and more annoyed with her.

At this point, this woman Ding Xinhui is still thinking about throwing dirty water on Aunt Jiang. It is simply unreasonable and her heart is extremely vicious.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't Aunt Jiang who wanted to kill the baby in my belly?" Ding Xinhui broke down. After all, she couldn't stay calm in this situation. "Even if it wasn't Aunt Jiang who bribed the monk, it must be related to her. She wanted to kill the baby in my belly."

"My Lord," Ding Xinhui stepped forward and tightly grasped the arm of Marquis Jingnan, saying, "Aunt Jiang is possessed by a demon. She must have cast some kind of magic on this monk, causing him to say that the child in my belly is doomed to fail."

"Shut up for me, Lord Marquis." If it weren't for Ding Xinhui's pregnancy, Lord Jingnan would have really wanted to slap her. "Someone, come! Send Madam back to the main courtyard."

"My lord, I won't leave. You can't treat me like this. The child in my belly is your own flesh and blood. You can't listen to a monk's nonsense and kill your own flesh and blood with your own hands!" Ding Xinhui was almost going crazy at this time, or she was almost crazy.

Because she knew very well that if the Marquis really believed what the monk said, he would definitely abort the baby in her belly, so how could Ding Xinhui be willing to leave at this moment.

"Hurry up and take the lady away." Marquis Jingnan was already on the verge of a rage, and as soon as he finished speaking, Nanny Qiu immediately ordered people to take Ding Xinhui away.

As for Zishu, she wanted to protect her master, but how could she resist a group of people alone?

After Ding Xinhui was dragged away, Jingnan Hou looked at the senior monk from Huguo Temple and asked, "Master, could this be a mistake?"

"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies," the monk said to Marquis Jingnan with his palms clasped together, "If you don't believe me, then wait a moment. The child in your wife's belly is very evil, not just an ordinary star of misfortune. I guess someone in your family has already suffered from it."

"My Lord, it's bad, it's bad," a servant ran in from outside the courtyard at this moment, "The prince and the eldest daughter were on their way to the old lady's courtyard, and when they passed by the lotus pond, they suddenly fell into the water."

"What?" Marquis Jingnan swayed and almost fell.

"My Lord, you should believe me now!" said the senior monk from the Huguo Temple. "The baby in your wife's belly is still young and cannot kill her relatives directly. Given your wife's current condition, I can perform a ritual to wake her up."

"But this is only a temporary solution. Even if the old lady wakes up, her body will probably be seriously damaged. If the baby in your womb is not aborted as soon as possible, I dare to conclude that the old lady will definitely not live for more than three months. And your two children will definitely not live before the baby in your womb is born. After all, the star of destiny relies on the lives of relatives to nourish it and be born."