Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife-Chapter 1243 - 1240 Returning in the Middle of the
Chapter 1243: Chapter 1240 Returning in the Middle of the Night
Chapter 1243 -1240 Returning in the Middle of the Night
“Master, it’s utterly impossible,” said Madam Tang, her face drained of color from fright as she vehemently denied the accusation, even sensing an air of absurdity. She had indeed wanted to curry favor with Chu Heng after her rebirth, but once he decisively turned against her, all that remained in her heart was hatred.
After all, she had to admit, she was very selfish; her own well-being was all that truly mattered.
“Bring Tang Beauty down for interrogation,” commanded Duke Zheng, a man of arbitrary and authoritarian nature. He believed not what others said, but only what he had investigated himself.
Madam Tang, her radiant beauty lost, was taken away and subjected to torture in the Liu family’s private prison.
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Ye Muyu was oblivious to Tang Rouge’s ordeal.
At this moment, with coaxing from Madam Liu and others, she finally managed to eat a little. Madam Liu was so anxious about Ye Muyu’s increasingly gaunt appearance that she was on edge, trying all sorts of home remedies to make the food more appealing.
But Ye Muyu could hardly eat; instead, she called for Lu Sangqi to prescribe her fetus-preserving medicine and even came up with the idea of intravenous infusion.
Unable to eat, she had no choice but to resort to IV drips.
Ultimately, after much turmoil, Ye Muyu’s condition was truly worrying.
As such, seeing her consume nearly half a bowl of food today, Madam Liu was more joyful than she would be on New Year’s, and she revised the recipes over and over again.
As soon as Madam Liu left,
Ye Muyu entered her room and, having taken just a few steps, couldn’t help but vomit again.
Su Mei’s action in bringing her water had already become second nature; this time, her face showed a slight change of expression: “My lady, you… still can’t eat?”
“Don’t tell Mother,” Ye Muyu said after rinsing her mouth and wiping it with a handkerchief.
She really couldn’t eat, but she didn’t want to worry her family, so she forced herself to eat. However, this wasn’t without its benefits; at least she had ingested some of the food and nutrition, not throwing it all up.
And every day, she endured through the tonic for the fetus, making sure not to vomit it out.
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Su Mei hurriedly helped her to bed to rest. Seeing her lying there with her eyes tightly shut, so thin that her wrists were merely bones, she struggled to suppress her sorrow and sat beside her, fanning her gently and meticulously.
As the weather grew hotter, Ye Muyu couldn’t use an ice basin, so Su Mei and the maidservants such as Chun Xing each took a fan and would occasionally fan Ye Muyu, helping her feel a bit more comfortable.
Ye Muyu received a letter from Du Heng, stating that the grain she had prepared had already reached the Northern Region and was donated to the soldiers in Chu Heng’s name. She even received a personal audience with the King of Huainan.
Knowing that the situation in the Northern Region was better than expected, Ye Muyu slept soundly for several nights. Half asleep, she felt something prickly on her face. She swatted at it and then felt something wet, as if it had rained.
She opened her eyes groggily to find a face with a scruffy beard before her, and instinctively rubbed her eyes, “Who are you?”
As she spoke, she reached out to push the person away, as if she wanted to drive him off.
Her outstretched hand, however, was firmly grasped; the strong, vigorous hand of a man intertwined with her fingers. The man, always of a resolute disposition, had red-rimmed eyes as he looked at her dazed pupils and couldn’t help but pull her into his embrace, his throat emitting a sobbing sound.
“Ah Heng?” Realizing belatedly that she was not dreaming, Ye Muyu moved her hand, feeling the hot touch of his large hand, and only then did the reality sink in.
Aware of what was happening, she hurriedly tried to get up, intending to call the maidservants in to light the lamp.
But Chu Heng clung tightly to her: “Let me hold you, just let me hold you.”
Hearing this, Ye Muyu’s nose tingled with sadness, and her heart turned to mush. Without a word, she just let him hold her tightly, placing her hand on his back.
