Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 239: Disheartened as if Lost

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Wenren Zong said, “When I left, she didn’t show up.”

“That’s because she has a sense of measure and left you with some dignity. What, do you want her to argue with you openly and say you’re calculating her?”

“I just followed the trend, I never really wanted to plan anything against her.” “In my opinion, Jiang Ning is a clever girl. No matter what, the Prince of Yu is the father of her two children. Even if they divorce, she won’t help you oppose the Prince of Yu. Just forget about this relationship, and don’t think about it in the future.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Ah,” Madam Wenren stood up, sighed, and felt somewhat regretful, “When we were going to arrange a marriage for you two from a young age, that girl got lost. Now you’ve lost the chance again like this. If you really treat her well, she may not refuse. In the end, it’s a lack of fate. Forget it, it’s our Wenren family who has no good fortune to have her as our daughter-in-law.”

“I really do want to marry her.”

“Your true feelings are not pure enough. She is a clear-headed girl, and she doesn’t tolerate any deception. If she could compromise, why would she divorce the Prince of Yu? She could give up the position of Princess Consort of Yu without any hesitation, let alone you.”

Wenren Zong fell silent.

“You, I have warned you early on. When you do things, don’t always have a utilitarian mindset, especially when it comes to matters of feelings. What do you take her girl’s true heart for? Have you ever thought that she might be hurt and sad because of this? Forget it, I won’t say more. As long as you don’t regret it in the future.”

She turned and left.

Wenren Zong stood up to send her off. After a while, he sat down and his eyes fell on the bracelet.

He picked up the bracelet, lost in thought.

His mother was right. Since they are not fated, there’s no point in thinking about it anymore.

But why is there a lingering sense of loss in his heart?

Imperial Palace, Hall of Virtue.

Concubine Jin showed her token to the Imperial Guard, who allowed her to pass. She pushed open the door and entered.

A cold chill greeted her face.

There was a faint musty smell from the long-unused room.

Concubine Jin frowned and saw the Prince of Yu sitting on a cushion with his back to the door, copying sutras at a small square table.

By his side, there was a stack of neatly written papers.

Concubine Jin walked over, “Your mother is here, and you don’t even look at me.”

Li Hongyuan said indifferently, “Is concubine mother here to mock me?”

“Not really. After all, you are my son. If I don’t come, it would seem too heartless.”

“Well, you can go now that you’ve seen it.”

“You don’t have to be so cold.” Concubine Jin stood across from him, “Do you need me to plead for you with your father? It’s cold and damp in this room. If you stay here for three months, you’ll get rheumatism.”

“Will concubine mother plead for me?”

“No.”

Li Hongyuan seemed to have anticipated this answer, his expression unchanged as he continued to copy sutras diligently.

Concubine Jin said, “Your father is punishing you like this to calm public anger. Even if I go to plead for you, it would be useless.”

“I know.”

“Since you were a child, you have taken after me temperament-wise. You’ve always been a cold and detached person. Why would you do such an irrational thing in public?” Concubine Jin didn’t understand, “You and the King of Chen have been at odds for a long time, but he has never taken advantage of you. Why this time—”

Li Hongyuan put down the brush, paused for a moment, and said quietly, “Perhaps, it’s because I never truly cared about anyone before.”

Concubine Jin raised an eyebrow, “You mean Jiang Ning?”

Li Hongyuan didn’t answer.

Concubine Jin laughed, “I never thought that my son would have a day when he would be entangled by a woman..”