sjar Chapter 38 False Pregnancy?
Chapter 38 False Pregnancy?
Baoling could easily hear the distance in the Marquis's tone, but she had no way out.
She threw herself into the arms of Marquis Anyang, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, and cried her heart out, "My lord, I've missed you so much..."
Before she could finish speaking, Marquis Anyang frowned and ruthlessly pushed her out of his arms.
"I have something to do, you go back first, I'll come see you when I have time."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
Baoling watched the Marquis of Anyang's retreating figure, her heart filled with sorrow.
"When will this end?" she murmured to herself, crying as she slowly made her way towards the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.
Just as she reached the door, she saw Granny Wang standing there with her arms crossed, her face frosty, asking in a sarcastic tone, "Where has Aunt Bao gone?"
Bao Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.
Turning his head, he saw the servant he had bribed kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Granny Wang threw the hairpin on the ground, stomped on it twice, and spat, "Pah, you shallow thing, you've been bought off by such a broken hairpin."
Raising her eyes, a ruthless glint flashed: "Since Aunt Bao is unwilling to wash clothes, then she can do something else."
With that, he waved his hand, and a burly old woman beside him carried two stinking chamber pots and placed them heavily in front of Baoling, which still contained disgusting remnants of excrement and urine.
"Please have Aunt Bao clean it."
This is clearly an insult to people…
Wang Ling's eyes widened in terror, and she instinctively backed away, shouting, "No, I won't!" She turned and tried to run away.
Upon seeing this, several servants rushed forward and pinned her down.
Baoling struggled desperately, waving her hands wildly in the air, but how could she be a match for a woman who was used to doing rough work?
He was forcibly pushed into the chamber pot.
The stench instantly filled her nose and mouth, her stomach churned, and she vomited with a "whoosh," splattering filth everywhere.
But those people showed no sign of letting go, continuing to hold him down tightly.
Baoling's cries echoed in the Purple Bamboo Pavilion for a long time...
They only let go when they were tired of playing, and Baoling was still vomiting on the ground.
She wished she could vomit up all her bitterness.
Granny Wang covered her nose with a handkerchief, glanced at Baoling with one right eye, and curled her lips into a disgusted smile.
He said sarcastically, "Oh, look at your slovenly appearance. How can you serve the Marquis like this?"
"Aunt Bao, you'd better hurry up and go wash yourself clean!"
"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
Only then did Granny Wang lead her entourage away, leaving Baoling collapsed on the filthy ground.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.
If this continues, she will be tortured to death by that vicious woman sooner or later.
"Oh dear, what happened? How did you get into this state?"
Looking up, I saw a pair of exquisite boots. Following the boots upwards, I realized it was my wet nurse.
The wet nurse frowned, looking heartbroken at her pitiful state.
Baoling grasped at a straw, cried out, "Granny!" and then broke down in tears.
The wet nurse reached out to help her up, but hesitated in mid-air before finally withdrawing her hand.
She was so filthy, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
The wet nurse quickly called several servants to prepare bathwater for her, gave her a thorough cleaning, and then changed her into a clean and elegant set of clothes.
Baoling sat in the chair, sobbing as she recounted her ordeal.
The wet nurse listened quietly, thinking to herself, "This Lady Hou is so jealous, and she really has a lot of ways to torment people."
"Granny, please help me, I really can't take it anymore."
The wet nurse sighed softly, saying helplessly, "This is the Marquis of Anyang's residence, not the Chu family's. What can I do? But..."
Seeing that the wet nurse seemed hesitant to speak, Baoling pressed her for an answer, "But what is it, wet nurse, please tell me quickly."
The wet nurse approached Baoling and whispered, "The princess is pregnant, and now the whole household is treating her like a precious treasure."
"If you were also pregnant, the Marquis would certainly not stand idly by, and the Marquis's wife would not dare to make things difficult for you anymore."
Upon hearing this, Bao Ling's eyes dimmed. "But I'm not pregnant."
The wet nurse glanced at Bao Ling's maid, and Bao Ling immediately understood and dismissed the maid.
The wet nurse then slowly said, "I know of a secret medicine in my hometown that can make a woman show symptoms of a false pregnancy."
"After ten months of pregnancy, where am I supposed to find my baby when it's time to give birth?" Bao Ling frowned unconsciously.
The wet nurse's eyes flickered, and she said mysteriously, "What if the child is killed before he is even born? People in this mansion are treacherous, and some things are unpredictable."
As Baoling listened to the wet nurse's words, she was caught in a deep dilemma and struggle, fearing that this risky move would bring her even greater trouble.
On the other hand, the persecution by the Lady Hou was simply unbearable...
That same evening, news broke that Bao Ling was pregnant.
Marquis Anyang was overjoyed. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out like the surface of water touched by a spring breeze.
How old is he? How can he still get a woman pregnant?
An Yang awkwardly supported Bao Ling's waist, his eyes fixed on her belly, muttering, "She must be taken good care of; there can be no mishaps."
Bao Ling smiled gently and said softly, "Yes, my lord, rest assured, I will definitely give you a healthy and chubby son."
Marquis Anyang was overjoyed by these words, "Haha, good, good indeed."
Marquis Anyang stayed overnight at Zizhu Pavilion.
Baoling regained her favor and became the most prominent woman in the Marquis's mansion.
The next day, Baoling went to pay her respects to Gu's mother. Gu's mother stared at her belly, wishing she could poke a hole in it.
How could she have been so careless as to let that little bitch get pregnant?
I should have given her two bowls of safflower to prevent future trouble.
Instead of bowing and greeting as usual, Bao Ling slightly raised her chin, held her waist, and slowly sat down on a chair.
"The Marquis said that I am pregnant and therefore exempted me from the formalities of greeting. Please don't take offense, Madam!"
The tone seemed respectful, but it was actually full of smugness.
Mother Gu gritted her teeth inwardly, thinking, "That little bitch did it on purpose!"
"The doctor said it's a boy, so our family will soon have a fourth young master." As she spoke, she gently stroked her belly.
A hint of malice flashed in Gu's mother's eyes, "Then you should take good care of yourself, lest you end up with nothing to show for your efforts."
Baoling didn't take it seriously, picked up a pastry and took a small bite. Her calm and composed demeanor seemed to indicate that she didn't take Gu's mother's threat to heart.
"That depends on whether you, my lady, will allow me to give birth to the child?"
She slightly raised her eyes, staring intently at Gu's mother, a faint smile playing on her lips, carrying an undisguised provocation.