The Cousin Is About to Marry，The Abstinent Young Lord Loses Control-Chapter 235 - 234: Apologizing to Ji Mingzhu

Princess An He cared deeply about the child in Ji Mingzhu’s womb.

If the child were already born, it would surely be cherished like a precious jewel.

That day, Gold returned to Ji Mansion, barely taking a breath before being summoned back to the Duke Mansion.

Upon learning that Ji Mingzhu had gone to Xie Yunzhen’s side, Princess An He, though displeased with a pregnant woman’s recklessness,

considered it an improvement to be informed of Ji Mingzhu’s whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, a few days of peace were interrupted by a letter from her son.

The grandchildren she had longed for were lost.

Ji Mingzhu was targeted by bandits because she wrote a letter to her son,

urging him to return to the capital after the war, lest he miss the birth.

If Ji Mingzhu had been careless, leading to a mishap, Princess An He would have scolded her harshly.

But now, her own son told her.

It was her who leaked the secret.

Putting Ji Mingzhu on a fiery spot.

He took the task of suppressing the rebellion and dragged Mingzhu and the child into the power struggle.

Both mother and son had wronged the child.

And more so, they had wronged Mingzhu.

This guilt must never be forgotten!

Princess An He could not accept the loss of the child, nor that it all started because of her.

She couldn’t vent her anger on Ji Mingzhu.

Nor did she have the face to see Ji Mingzhu.

In a few months, the child would have been born, and in a year or two, would sweetly call her grandmother.

But now everything had turned to dust.

The child was truly gone!

Princess An He was devastated, falling more gravely ill than ever before.

At worst, even decoctions couldn’t be ingested; she breathed more in than out.

The Imperial Physician sent from the palace was at a loss.

He claimed that the Princess’s illness was of the heart and she had to overcome it herself.

Later, Divine Doctor Xi Yu came to the mansion, stabilizing Princess An He’s condition.

In the vast Duke Mansion, if anyone truly wanted Princess An He dead, it was undoubtedly Du Peifang.

With Xie Yunzhen rising again, and the Du Family estranged by the Emperor, her days in the mansion were numbered.

Even Princess An He, once not emboldened, now dared to mock her.

Du Peifang sought sympathy from Duke Xie.

Once upon a time, Duke Xie might have sided with her.

But with their wayward son gaining favor, promises of rewards awaited him upon quelling the rebellion and returning to the capital.

To support Du Peifang now would be folly.

Even if her targets were merely concubines in the mansion, like the Lin Family.

No matter how long Du Peifang wept, Duke Xie did not console her; inwardly she cursed all men as heartless creatures.

They change so quickly.

Poor her, without a child, or else she wouldn’t have faced such indignity.

She dabbed her eye corners with a handkerchief, "I shall go tend to the Princess’s illness, not to trouble you with my woes."

Duke Xie’s eyes filled with confusion; he didn’t understand this act.

Suddenly, he felt a headache.

Before Du Peifang entered the mansion, though An He was overbearing, life was fine as long as one did not provoke her.

But with Du Peifang’s presence, chaos reigned.

Having experienced many women before, Duke Xie was once willing to be led by Du Peifang’s ways.

But now he was not.

In a deep voice, he said, "An He and you are not on good terms, and now she is seriously ill, so don’t bother her."

Having been married a year, Du Peifang had understood Duke Xie’s temper. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She pinched her palm hard.

"The Princess is the head mistress; according to protocol, I should tend to her illness."

Duke Xie silently said, that wasn’t attending to her illness, it clearly was to irritate her.

Indeed, should she go to the main courtyard, it might aggravate An He’s illness.

Imagining Princess An He’s frail state, Duke Xie said again, it was possible for one to die from anger.

On this thought, Duke Xie’s heart pounded vigorously.

The indignities suffered flowed uncontrollably.

His wife’s oppression, humiliation,

And his son’s defiance, provocation.

Every grievance reminded him that this mother and son held him in no regard.

He slowly put down the book he had been leisurely reading.

Staring at Du Peifang for a while, he suddenly laughed, "Fine, I’ll accompany you, so you won’t feel unsettled by not tending to her illness."

Du Peifang’s eyes flickered with momentary confusion.

They say a woman’s heart is like the depths of the sea; why was this old man, Duke Xie, so fickle?

She immediately bowed, eyes reddened, "I knew that you still cared for me, my Lord."

To be adaptable ensures survival in the deep mansion.

Du Peifang understood her circumstances; her family in decline meant tough days ahead for her.

Especially since even her senior maid was sold off.

What could these people not do?

She must "behave," allow Princess An He to belittle her into the ground.

As long as Princess An He felt it pointless, or sought to see her live lowly, she had a chance to endure.

Main Courtyard.

Though Princess An He’s condition hadn’t worsened further, it was still dire.

She often had nightmares at night, muttering incoherently.

She cried uncontrollably.

Only during the day could she sleep soundly.

One day, upon waking, Princess An He felt slightly better and requested pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

A little maid held a steady board, and half-reclining in bed, she wrote a letter to Ji Mingzhu.

Having been proud all her life, Princess An He lowered her head for the first time.

Admitting she hadn’t treated Ji Mingzhu well.

She was sorry about the child too.

She had wanted to share her joy, not knowing it would lead to disaster.

Princess An He hoped Ji Mingzhu could forgive her.

Henceforth, she wouldn’t interfere with the young couple’s matters or urge them for children.

Her trusted mama stood beside, supporting Princess An He, in case she couldn’t sit steadily.

Naturally, she saw the letter’s content.

Filled with shock and trepidation.

To have the Princess apologize to Ji Mingzhu, something significant must have been in the young master’s letter.

It wasn’t merely the loss of the child.

"Princess..."

The mama wished to ask more, but was unsure where to begin.

Princess An He, pale-faced, sealed the letter personally, "Quickly, send it to her at full gallop."

The mama’s shock was evident to Princess An He.

Yet she couldn’t explain her dreams.

The child and Ji Mingzhu were Ah Zhen’s life, without them, Ah Zhen wouldn’t survive.

Though Ji Mingzhu miscarried, she was still alive.

As long as she lived, Ah Zhen had hope.

He wouldn’t despair and do anything irrecoverable.

Compared to her living son, nothing else mattered.

Even if it meant bowing to Ji Mingzhu and coaxing her.

Princess An He clutched her chest.

As long as she didn’t target Ji Mingzhu, Ah Zhen should be fine.

"Princess, Lord and Aunt Du are here."

Upon hearing, Princess An He’s emotions spiraled again.

Ji Mingzhu’s miscarriage, the Du Family also bore some responsibility.

If they hadn’t meddled, the rebels wouldn’t have seized this moment to act.

Ah Zhen wouldn’t have left the capital.

With him there, Ji Mingzhu wouldn’t have been captured, nor lost the child.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Let them in!"