Chapter 42: Escape (2)

Changge Yue’s voice grew weaker and weaker, her entire body appearing as if she had fainted into a death-like state.

The four secret guards exchanged glances. Sibao blinked blankly, "A child?"

Qin Qi, however, had only heard the words "pervert" and "devil." His eyes flashed with a sharp, murderous glint as he drew the sword from his waist. "How dare she insult the Prince! She dies!"

But Bimo lunged forward to hold Qin Qi back. "Qin Qi, the Prince’s order is for her to soak for two days. Even if you want to hack her into a thousand pieces, it won't be too late to do so in two days."

Qin Qi sheathed his sword, his face burning with rage. "Fine, a thousand pieces it is!"

Inside, Changge Yue scanned these two idiots countless times. *Damn it, they are ruthless! I’ve marked you both down!*

Sibao, meanwhile, stared fixedly at Changge Yue for a long time before he seemed to snap out of his trance. "A child? It must be Wenfang’s child."

Though Sibao was slow-witted and simple-minded, his reflexes were sharp. Before Qin Qi, Bimo, and Ziyan could react, he had already pulled Changge Yue up onto the bank.

Qin Qi gritted his teeth. "Sibao, what are you doing?"

Sibao shot Qin Qi a glare, already reaching out to check Changge Yue’s pulse. "She is carrying Wenfang’s child."

The three of them stared at each other. "Which sentence of hers told you she was carrying Wenfang’s child?"

Sibao looked up abruptly, glaring at them. "She said it when she fainted just now."

Qin Qi raised an eyebrow. "Even so, it is up to the Prince to determine whether it is true or false. Before the Prince arrives, she must be thrown back in."

Sibao looked at the trembling Changge Yue, struggling between the Prince's order and the thought of "Wenfang’s child." Finally, he said, "The old nannies in the manor say that if it’s too cold, the child will be lost."

Changge Yue applauded him in her heart. *Good job, Brother Sibao.*

Qin Qi let out a muffled snort, though he felt a flicker of hesitation. While he didn't believe for a second that the Prince would break up a pair of lovers, the woman had spoken with such conviction. Surely no woman would joke about her own reputation, right? If she really were pregnant with Wenfang’s child and they caused her to lose it, they would be failing him miserably.

Thinking this, Qin Qi said irritably, "The master's orders are as firm as mountains. I will go ask the master; Sibao, you throw her back in."

If Wenfang’s status in their hearts weren't so significant, the four of them wouldn't be struggling with this at all.

Sibao hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat reluctantly, "Bimo, go get a thick robe. We’ll wrap her up warmly before throwing her back in."

Changge Yue: "..."

Thinking of how Wenfang had always looked out for him, Bimo nodded decisively.

Seeing Changge Yue’s pale face, devoid of even a hint of color on her lips, Sibao thought for a moment. "Ziyan, go get a brazier. When she’s back in the cold pool, placing it by the edge might help a little."

Changge Yue: "..." *Big brother, it's a massive icy pond! Do you think a hundred furnaces around the edge would do any good?!*

After Feng Shang finished bathing, he draped a red robe loosely over his shoulders, the sash tied carelessly. Drops of water slid down his neck and shoulders, giving him an indescribable, bewitching allure. Zui Qingfeng was to the side, pouting, just about to speak when he saw Qin Qi rush in and drop to one knee. "Your Highness."

Feng Shang frowned, a bad premonition suddenly rising in his heart. "Speak!"

Sensing Feng Shang’s chilling aura, Qin Qi bit his lip and said, "Your Highness, the woman in the icy pond... she is pregnant!"

"Pfft!" Zui Qingfeng nearly choked to death on his tea. He turned his head to stare at Feng Shang with newfound reverence. "Already?!"