The Cousin Is About to Marry，The Abstinent Young Lord Loses Control-Chapter 42: I’m Not a Doctor, I Can’t Help

The two of them harbored their own thoughts, and neither of them slept a wink the entire night.

The next morning, Mingzhu went to the small kitchen to personally make chestnut cakes and milk curd for Yun Zhen.

Since the last time he gave away the food to the servants, she had not made anything for Yun Zhen again.

But this time was different.

Even if, in the end, Yun Zhen didn’t take a bite and gave it away to others untouched, she had no choice but to make it.

The person would accept the soft and reject the hard, not showing weakness... What else could she do?

After preparing the food and dressing up to make herself look less haggard, Mingzhu went to the study in the front courtyard to find someone.

She was prepared for Yun Zhen’s sarcasm, but she didn’t expect to come up empty-handed.

Calculating the time, this should be his day off.

If he wasn’t in the mansion, where could he be?

It didn’t take long for the news that Yun Zhen had gone to see Du Peilan to reach her ears.

Since entering the late stage of pregnancy, Princess An He gave a strict order, requiring Mingzhu to walk in the garden every day, to build up stamina and ensure a smooth childbirth.

When she received the message, Mingzhu was returning to the east courtyard with the support of Gold, taking the long route.

In a daze, she accidentally missed a step on the stairs.

Her body was heavy, and even with Gold’s support, she still fell on the steps.

Her stomach hit the ground, and a sharp, heart-piercing pain quickly assaulted her.

Mingzhu cried in pain, wanting to scream out, but the sound was stuck in her throat.

A warm surge flowed out from her body, soaking her skirt and exuding a pungent smell of blood.

Mingzhu cradled her belly, her eyes full of panic and despair.

"Quick, call a doctor!"

Gold, terrified, turned pale, "And quickly call the Young Master!"

The servants in the mansion went to relay the news, saying that Mingzhu had fallen and asked him to return to the mansion.

Yun Zhen’s first reaction was that Mingzhu was trying to trick him again.

After his suspicion, a bit of tension crept in.

Mingzhu was pregnant, and if she really fell, could something go wrong?

Yun Zhen was extremely conflicted. He wanted to go back to see the situation but feared it was Mingzhu’s scheme.

If he fell for it, she would only escalate next time.

Before he could figure it out, someone from the mansion came again.

"Young Master, Madam is in difficult labor, and it doesn’t look good. Please hurry home to check."

Yun Zhen’s expression changed; he thought Mingzhu was too inconsiderate to use such a reason to deceive him.

She and the child’s condition were good; they couldn’t possibly go into premature labor without reason.

With so many people attending to her, she’s not a child; how could she fall?

In the carriage, Du Peilan lifted the curtain, asking gently, "Ah Zhen, does Miss Ji... Mrs. Ji not want us to meet?"

"If that’s the case, you should go back to the mansion. Young ladies all get jealous. If my presence causes discord between you and your wife, that’s my fault."

Du Peilan, with a face full of understanding, said, "Today, all those who are with us are childhood friends. Even if you’re not here, I can still catch up with others, so I won’t be lonely."

With countless disciples of the Grand Tutor, it’s not wrong to say there’s a sense of camaraderie among them.

Even if the emotions between them are not deep, they still exchange pleasantries when they meet.

Yun Zhen thought Du Peilan made sense. Mingzhu must be jealous, which is why she asked someone to find him and return to the mansion.

Daring to give him the cold shoulder for so long, this time I’ll make her remember.

He, Yun Zhen, is not a pet to be summoned and dismissed at will. If Mingzhu can’t be as attentive as before, then he doesn’t need to consider her feelings.

He snorted coldly, "A difficult labor calls for a doctor. I can’t deliver a baby, so I can’t help."

"Young Master, Madam truly is in difficult labor."

The messenger was anxious, but Yun Zhen was convinced Mingzhu was playing tricks.

Sleekly mounting his horse, he was the first to leave the city.

Du Peilan, feeling apologetic, explained to the servants, "If Mrs. Ji holds a grudge, I will visit in a couple of days. She can scold or beat me then, just don’t let her harm herself in anger. She’s pregnant now and can’t afford any mishaps."

"I am only going out to enjoy the scenery with the Young Master, doing nothing else, so you can assure your mistress of that."

Du Peilan lowered the curtain and instructed the driver to set off.

Yun Zhen couldn’t understand where Mingzhu got the nerve to always be at odds with him.

This time she sent someone to relay the message, which should count as conceding, right?

Realizing this, Yun Zhen inexplicably felt a bit pleased.

His mind whirled with countless thoughts.

In the end, he decided that as long as Mingzhu apologized after he returned to the mansion, he would forgive her this once.

If she dared to deceive him with such reasons again, he truly wouldn’t care about Mingzhu anymore.

Even if she used the child as an excuse, it would be useless!

At the estate outside the city, the Crown Prince was also present.

Seeing Yun Zhen and Du Peilan appear together, he couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "It’s rumored outside that you and she still have unresolved feelings from your childhood sweethearts. Is it true?"

Yun Zhen’s face darkened, "Your Highness, I am married."

"Having multiple wives is common for a man. If you truly like her, marrying her as a concubine isn’t impossible."

Yun Zhen didn’t want to listen anymore and turned to leave.

The Crown Prince chuckled, "Can’t even take a joke? I’ve heard your wife is a jealous woman and didn’t even arrange concubines or chambermaids for you while she’s pregnant. I used to think it was because your wife couldn’t tolerate others, but now it seems she’s taking the blame for you."

This person’s demeanor is cold and indifferent. If even Du Peilan couldn’t be by his side, it would be almost impossible for other women to get close to Yun Zhen.

The Crown Prince teased, "If Mingzhu knew that no one else mattered to you, she’d probably be overjoyed."

Yun Zhen’s gaze flickered, "Whether she’s happy or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"You’re just being stubborn."

If he didn’t like Mingzhu, he should have sent her away right after that incident.

But not only did he keep her in the Duke Mansion, but he also formally married her into the Xie family, allowing Mingzhu to bear his children.

Isn’t that enough to explain the situation?

Shaking his folding fan, "Rumors outside have even reached my ears. It’s hard to guarantee they won’t reach your wife’s ears. If you’re truly uninterested in Du Peilan, it’s best to clarify things with Mingzhu to prevent women from overthinking and becoming anxious."

"Regardless of anything else, she’s still carrying your child, and it’s close to delivery. If she gets upset and it affects the child, what would happen?"

Yun Zhen paused, hesitating, "Would it really upset her?"

The Crown Prince had seen plenty of dirty affairs in the palace since he was young and nodded, "At best, it causes her emotional distress; at worst, it affects the fetus."

Yun Zhen started to waver.

His mind uncontrollably wondered if Mingzhu would be so upset that it might trigger premature labor.

His breathing became heavier, his clenched fist trembled slightly.

Yun Zhen turned quickly and walked outside.

His heart was suspended, neither here nor there, feeling a sense of breathlessness.

This time, he hoped Mingzhu was truly deceiving him.