No, what kind of divine will is that? She only wished that the thief had taken her instead, and if that thief had been him, it would have been even better.

Even if death were the outcome, at least it would be outside.

Long Luo chose joyous hairpins for Lin Qianqing to wear.

Seeing her emaciated little face, she sighed gently, "The princess must look better with a smile, and your dimples show only when you do. You are clearly the most honored princess in our Prince Residence, yet because of your aloofness, the Prince has been lured away by those vixens. Apart from the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month and on your birthday every year, the Prince doesn’t come.

Continuing like this is no solution. I’m truly afraid that when we return to the Lin Residence today, Madam will ask me about it again. "

Lin Qianqing spoke in a low voice, "Tell her that I am doing very well."

"But how could this be considered ’very well’? Those women do not take you seriously anymore."

"What is there to fear? When the New Year comes, the Prince still has to accompany me back to my parents’ home. If they want to go, they still need my approval. How much favor I receive is not important; the key is who’s in charge in this house."

Long Luo’s eyes widened, never expecting to hear such words from her own princess.

She thought, when the princess was still with the Lin Family, she was so clever, how could she not outwit a few vixenish women?

...

The Lin Residence was bustling as it welcomed King Jin and his princess. According to tradition, the men were seated at one table and the women at another.

The Old Madam of the Lin Family, Madam Lin, Lin Qianqing, Lin Zixin, Gu Youyou. The five of them gathered around the large round table, which seemed somewhat sparse.

Madam Lin was, of course, happy and, once the doors were closed, she couldn’t care less about rank and decorum. She sat next to Lin Qianqing and bent down to look at her belly.

"Daya, it’s been so long; is there any movement in your belly?"

Lin Qianqing’s face flushed, and she pulled at the corners of her mouth, saying, "Not yet, it’s not that quick."

"Quick?" Madam Lin raised her voice by an octave, but seeing the Old Madam Lin’s disapproving gaze directed at her, she hurriedly lowered her voice again, "Those two Consorts and four noble concubines have entered the residence, how are you not anxious? If you, the principal wife, let the concubines take the lead, it won’t just be a loss of face for you, but also for our Lin Family. "

Lin Qianqing said softly, "This kind of thing cannot be rushed. What use is there in me being anxious alone? Besides, none of them are pregnant at the moment!"

"Since no one else is pregnant, you should be even more vigilant and put in more effort. Only by bearing the eldest son will you truly secure your position as principal wife."

After speaking, she looked at Gu Youyou sitting opposite her and said, "Youyou, later, take a look at your cousin’s pulse to see what the issue is. If it’s a physical condition, she must take medicine and cure it quickly."

Gu Youyou put down her chopsticks, unable to resist giving them a lesson.

Gu Youyou said, "Cousin is only how old, just turned sixteen, right? Giving birth at this age is not as healthy as a twenty-year-old girl. Auntie, whether it’s the eldest son or not is actually not important.

The key is that the child is smart and of good quality.

One smart child is worth a bunch of dunces.

But you don’t know, giving birth to a smart child requires certain tricks. "

Madam Lin highly respected Gu Youyou’s medical skills and, hearing her say this, felt that it made sense, only that twenty years old seemed a bit too late – the prime time would have passed.

She automatically ignored the words "twenty years old" and focused on the words "smart."

Her eyes shining, she asked, "Youyou, do you know how to give birth to smart children?"

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