Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 405

Li Hua is deeply troubled, and Qu Fulan isn’t faring much better on her end.

Her belly doesn’t show yet, but she’s already worn out to half-death.

Thinking of enduring such days for a few more months, Qu Fulan feels utterly hopeless.

It’s truly a time where nothing tastes good—what’s the point?

Shopping is off-limits; various smells make her nauseous.

Walking a bit more tires her out, making her want to sleep.

But if she lies down too much, she can’t sleep at night.

It’s truly a dilemma, can’t walk, can’t not walk, can’t lie down, can’t sit.

Thinking of those unaffected by pregnancy who can eat anything they want, Qu Fulan can’t help but envy them.

Why did she end up like this? 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Pei Ji’an, in order to get his wife to eat with appetite, truly searched for all stimulating foods, letting her taste them one by one, keeping what she liked, and removing what she didn’t, ensuring they never appeared before her again.

After the final experiment, there were indeed two things that appealed to Qu Fulan’s appetite.

One was lemon, freshly tributed items quickly sent to Pei Mansion.

The other was sour plum, a truly wonderful thing, eating it could truly stimulate her appetite, allowing her to eat an extra bite without feeling nauseous.

Drinking lemon water every day, and eating sour plums before and after meals became Qu Fulan’s routine; missing any would be impossible.

They say sour for sons, spicy for daughters. Qu Fulan’s approach spread to Mrs. Pei’s ears, who laughed and said to her daughter-in-law, "It might be a boy, just like when you were pregnant with Si."

Madam Pei couldn’t help but lift the corner of her lips, reminiscing as her fiery personality wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant during her pregnancy—wilted.

She too endured bitterly for months, only feeling better after giving birth, never wanting another, even limiting bedroom activities to avoid pregnancy.

Luckily, Marquis Pei wasn’t obsessed with boudoir secrets like other men, who welcomed numerous concubines into their homes.

"Everyone likes different things, my previous relief methods weren’t suitable for my daughter-in-law, now she has found what suits her," Madam Pei said, cracking sunflower seeds.

Mrs. Pei nodded, "Send word to ensure these two items are always prepared, can’t be lacking."

Actually, Mrs. Pei needn’t worry; the emperor was concerned more than anyone, already sending baskets upon baskets of lemons and sour plums to Pei Mansion, along with other fruits, benefiting the other two households within Pei Mansion.

For those grateful, like the second wife and Ren Hua, even if they didn’t eat lemons due to the sourness, other fruits were delicious indeed. Courtesy of the emperor, they came whether in season or off-season; the treatment was simply unparalleled.

Yet for those in the third branch, while eating the delivered fruits, couldn’t help but mutter that it was too extravagant. Was all this truly necessary just for a pregnancy?

Especially now that Pei Lian’s wife, Yao Xing, is also pregnant, without her maternal family as support, her pregnancy treatment is rather ordinary.

She’s suffering just like Qu Fulan, but lacks a caring husband and no one pays attention to her daily meals or desires, no one goes to any trouble for her.

Given such differential treatment, how could Yao Xing feel good?

Yet life inherently lacks fairness; moreover, others have willing husbands and fathers, if you don’t, you can only blame your bad luck. How could one vent resentment on others? That’s not rational.

Yet jealousy often arises thus; hating others for having, mocking others for lacking, despising poverty, fearing wealth.

But Yao Xing’s envy and resentment are fruitless. Pei Ji’s third branch is separated, she can only rage within her room, unable to vent on others.

In conclusion, if you’re unsatisfied, you must hold it in.

Now, Yao Xing has nothing, so she must hold it in. But those with power and influence don’t need to; Xiao Shiqing is like that, isn’t he?

Directly using connections, he locked Li Hua in a private room to confront her.

The two maids outside the room were paralyzed, making a commotion impossible.

"What’s the meaning of this, Prince Xiao?" Li Hua, after a moment of panic, seeing Xiao Shiqing, slowly calmed down.

"You’re Li Jirou." Xiao Shiqing looked at Li Hua, speaking word by word.

Li Hua was shocked, overwhelmed with panic, astonishment, and intense shock, gazing at him.

Xiao Shiqing perfectly captured these expressions, his gaze grew deeper, "At this point, will you still deny it?"

Li Hua stiffened her spine, trying to calm down, but it was difficult. She had to take deep breaths, feeling her body relax slightly, before slowly saying, "I don’t understand what Prince Xiao means, only knowing that abruptness affects my reputation. Please respect yourself, Your Highness."

"Respect myself?" Xiao Shiqing slowly tasted these words, looking at her, smiling seldomly, "Moments ago your eyes showed shock and panic, clearly reacting to my words. Why deny so vehemently now?"

Li Hua averted her gaze, trapped against the wall, unable to leave, simmering anger within. She forced down her fury, striving to reason, "You locked me in here abruptly, thus offending me, anyone would be shocked and panicked. What does Prince Xiao aim to prove with these words?"

"To prove you are Li Jirou; I know, you needn’t pretend with me, just tell me what happened, why you became Li Hua, what’s the story with Young Lady Pei?"

Now, Li Hua gradually adapted, speaking more calmly, "I truly don’t understand Prince Xiao’s words, please release me, I’m at least a County Princess appointed by the emperor. If Prince Xiao continues, I can report to His Majesty."

Xiao Shiqing saw her denial, frowned, pulled something from his waist and showed her.

"The words I taught Li Jirou to write, how did they come from your hand? Can Miss Li provide a reasonable explanation?"

Li Hua stared at the discarded plan in his hand, shocked, unable to speak.

How could this be? How did the words she wrote appear in his hand?

She hadn’t noticed while tidying up in the morning, as it was a discarded plan.

Reborn Li Hua worked on disguising herself, but alas, despite her many precautions, she exposed a flaw in her handwriting.

Due to the sudden confrontation, she couldn’t come up with any escape plan.

She could only stand there blankly, not knowing how to face this.

Xiao Shiqing’s hand had already touched her face, his tone filled with confirmed joy, "Jirou, I’m Shiqing, you always called me Brother Shiqing before, have you forgotten? Though I don’t know what happened to make you wary of me, I won’t hurt you. Tell me your troubles, I’ll help you, Jirou?"

Li Hua still stared at him, uttering not a single word.