Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce - C442

“Yes, you are one of the few smart ones in this palace, so …”

“So Chenqie will definitely get what she wants.” The Noble Consort Lan said seriously without waiting for Song Yunqian to finish speaking.

Song Yunqian did not speak anymore, and only nodded his head to indicate for her to leave. Noble Consort Lan left in satisfaction, and when Song Yunqian focused his gaze on Imperial Concubine Liang once again, the previous warmth had completely disappeared, leaving behind a heavy feeling of disgust.

“zizyphus, get someone to take him away later.” After giving his instructions, Song Yunqian went straight to Wen Yi’s room.

Wen Yi had already washed up, and was only dressed in a thin white robe, lying on the bed exhausted. Seeing Song Yunqian walk in, she quickly got up, and Song Yunqian walked to her bed in a few steps, then draped the outer robe on the bed over Wen Yi’s body.

“It’s already late autumn, and you’re wearing such thin clothes. What if you get sick?” As for why Wen Yi didn’t care about his body, Song Yunqian felt very helpless. If not for the fact that her status was limited, he really wanted to stay with Wen Yi at all times so he wouldn’t have to worry about her body.

“Why am I so delicate? It’s just that I’m carrying a child, not what you think …” Wen Yi spoke helplessly to Song Yunqian. Being pampered by others was a blessing, but being pampered by others as an ignorant child was something to be burdened by.

“Knowing that you’re pregnant is the most important thing to take care of. Even if you’re sick, the child will suffer along with you.” Song Yunqian spoke in a straight forward tone. Wen Yi felt that she was incapable of facing such a Song Yunqian.

“Qian, you should be with Imperial Concubine Liang now, right? “Why …” According to their agreement before, Song Yunqian had to take care of her because the Imperial Concubine Liang was pregnant. This was also why Wen Yi came back without waiting for Song Yunqian to come. With such a good chance to perform, she could not ruin it, but he did not expect Song Yunqian to come back again.

“There’s no need for this day. From tomorrow onwards, I will have a good show with her.” Song Yunqian promised Wen Yi very seriously, but Wen Yi didn’t believe him at all. Song Yunqian hated fake things, so he would definitely drag out fake things that were fake.

“I just talked with Noble Consort Lan, she is rather transparent, she is a smart girl.” Song Yunqian rarely praised girls in front of Wen Yi, so he could not help but be a little surprised.

“She said that she would be of use to me if I could make her stay with her lover.” Song Yunqian said softly.

“Before she entered the palace, I already let people know about her. She really does have a childhood cousin, so …”

Wen Yi immediately understood what she meant. She only said one sentence in a soft voice: “If the emperor really wants the Noble Consort Lan to pamper the harem, is it possible for her and her cousin?”

Song Yunqian was stunned, and only spoke after a long while: “They are childhood friends, and the trust between the two of them is definitely there.”

Song Yunqian only valued others with his own heart. If there was a rumor that Wen Yi cared deeply about others, he would definitely not believe it.

He felt that people who truly loved each other must be trusted.

However, Wen Yi shook her head with a smile and said softly, “It has been far too many years since they last met. Furthermore, Noble Consort Lan has already been your imperial concubine for more than four years.

Wen Yi just wanted to remind Song Yunqian that five years was too long.

“I will have the people from the Flying Dragon Sect investigate. The collaboration between you and the Noble Consort Lan will only begin later.” Although Song Yunqian disapproved in his heart, he still nodded and agreed.

“You get some sleep. I’ll go to Her Majesty’s and tell her the good news about your pregnancy.” Seeing how exhausted Wen Yi was, Song Yunqian couldn’t help but stand it, and said slowly as he stood up.

“I am very tired today. Tell Her Majesty that I will pay my respects to him tomorrow and take her pulse.” Wen Yi said softly, her eyes filled with gentleness. She was nostalgic for the Imperial Palace, not only because this was Song Yunqian’s home, but also because of Song Yunqian’s relatives, his Queen Mother, his Consort Dowager Rong, Song Yungang, his friend Zhuge Ming, and others. They all treated her as their closest kin, and they would all be extremely happy because of her joy.

“Don’t worry, if Queen Mother knows that you are pregnant, then you won’t be the one to pay respects to her in the future. She will come and pay respects to you everyday.” Song Yunqian said helplessly.

When Wen Yi hadn’t come back before, she understood how much the Queen Mother had been looking forward to her grandson. Although he had Jing Mo and Zhong Lou now, he would definitely be especially happy to have another grandson whom she had grown up with.

“The empress dowager is already old, so don’t let her come over again. I’m doing pretty well right now.” Wen Yi said softly, as her eyes closed uncontrollably.

Her body was getting weaker and weaker. She was so tired that she didn’t even have the strength to speak after a whole day of traveling.

She clearly remembered that when she left the Imperial Palace to rush to the Texas, she did not even feel the slightest bit tired.

The feeling of her body being weak made Wen Yi panic. She felt that this strange feeling was a reminder to her that her days were numbered.

Song Yunqian had been waiting for Wen Yi to fall asleep before he quietly left. He didn’t know that the bottom of his heart was already filled with pain and worry when he saw Wen Yi’s peaceful sleep.

When she was at Texas, the empress dowager had already written a letter asking about Wen Yi’s condition. Today, he brought Wen Yi back to the palace, but because Wen Yi’s health was not good, he was unable to bring her there. However, he had to go there first, and had to personally tell the empress dowager about Wen Yi’s condition before she could feel at ease.

He knew that the empress dowager would definitely wait anxiously, so he hurried his way over, only to be stopped on the road by Ke Er.

“Senior apprentice-brother.” Ke Er’s low voice was like a ghost’s, however, when she looked at Song Yunqian, her eyes were still filled with deep emotions.

“Imperial Concubine Liang is pregnant, is it senior brother’s child?” Ke Er saw that Song Yunqian seemed to be unwilling to talk to him.

She looked like that, but at the bottom of her heart, she was even more anxious.

“Yes.” Song Yunqian answered with one answer and two questions.

Hearing Song Yunqian’s affirmation, Ke Er’s eyes were filled with pain.

“Senior brother, how could I be inferior to her? What qualifications does she have to give birth to your child with such a reckless idiot?” Ke Er’s voice was filled with ferocity.

“Princess Yunzhen, if there’s nothing else, you can leave. We still have things to do.” It was clear that Song Yunqian wasn’t willing to talk to him for long. Even if it was something that had nothing to do with him and Wen Yi, he wasn’t willing to talk to Ke Er for long.

“Senior brother, how could you like that kind of woman? How could you be together with her? You …” When Ke Er saw Song Yunqian who seemed to be protecting the Imperial Concubine Liang, his heart was filled with pain.

She had always thought that as long as her Senior Brother was no longer bewitched by Wen Yi, her Senior Brother would fall for her.

She had always been waiting for the relationship between Senior Brother and Wen Yi to crack down, waiting for them to go their separate ways.

Before she could even wait for that day to come, news of Imperial Concubine Liang’s pregnancy had already come. Of course, at the same time, news that Song Yunqian was very happy and wanted to confer Imperial Concubine Liang the title of Imperial Concubine Liang.

How could she accept that? After going through so much, she finally stood by his side as his concubine. However, he was still unmoved by her feelings.