When Jiang Ling woke up, it was afternoon.

The heavy snow outside the window has not stopped yet, and the cold east wind slaps the window panes, making them roar.

She forgot how she fainted. She only felt that her head was dizzy and her whole body was sore and weak.

Seeing her waking up, Lu Wu quickly turned around and called the doctor.

Jiang Ling was weak and was slowly helped up from the couch.

She frowned slightly and saw doctor Sun's nervous expression as he went to check the pulse on her wrist.

"What's wrong with me?"

Thinking back to that night, Lu Wu still felt a lingering fear in his heart.

The little maid cried in front of her: "Madam, you don't know, you really scared me to death. That night, I went to look for you, madam, you passed out at the Prime Minister's place, and there was a lot of blood down there... My servant

I’m really going to be scared to death by you!”

Blood?

Where did she get the blood?

"The slave called three times at the door, and when you didn't answer, he pushed the door open. The white moonlight was shining, the ground was bloody, and you were lying in a pool of blood... Fortunately, you and the child in your belly are fine.

, otherwise this slave girl will really be blamed for her death..."

After listening to Lu Wu's words, Jiang Ling swayed and was stunned for a long time before finally regaining consciousness.

She turned her head and stared at the person who was taking her pulse.

Seeing Mrs. Bu looking over, Dr. Sun said respectfully: "Congratulations, Madam. Congratulations, Madam. You are less than two months pregnant."

Jiang Ling's face suddenly turned pale.

The other party was completely unaware and kept to himself: "Although Madam, you are not very faint, there is blood from below. Fortunately, the rescue was in time, which kept you and the fetus safe. But now Madam's fetal condition is really unstable, so you need to pay attention to it on weekdays.

body, otherwise there will be a risk of miscarriage or dystocia."

"This is a prescription for stabilizing the fetus. Madam, keep it. Take the medicine according to this prescription and take it once in the morning, noon and evening."

She clutched the quilt with both hands and weakly responded: "Thank you."

With a "squeak" sound, the door was closed.

She and Lu Wu were the only ones left in the room, and Jiang Ling's body collapsed completely.

She has a child named Bu Zhan.

How could she have a child like Bu Zhan at this juncture?

The girl lowered her eyes, and her mind was full of the scene where she tried her best to keep Bu Zhan, but in exchange for the other person's back. The lights that day were as bright as day, and her figure was reflected in the bright rhombus. She watched helplessly as she put down

He lost all his dignity, but couldn't get even the slightest touch from him.

The man's big hands were coldly covering her, cooperating with her. There was scrutiny and ridicule in his eyes, but there was no pity.

In the silent cold night, the only thing that was hot was her, and her dignity that was burned to ashes.

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, trudged out of his memories, and asked with difficulty: "Luwu, how long have I been asleep?"

"Madam, you fainted the night before. Last night, the prime minister went out and arrested a group of people. Now he is interrogating them in the backyard."

"How is the Jiang family?"

How are her parents and Ayan doing?

After hearing this, Lu Wu lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

"My servant doesn't know either. I heard that the prime minister has locked up the master, his wife, and the others."

It's okay, it's just locked up.

There was another wave of chill in her abdomen, which made Jiang Ling frown and Lu Wu hurriedly stepped forward, caressing her back and comforting her.

"Madam, don't worry. The Prime Minister is not a ruthless person. Besides, our master has not broken up with the Bu family. Looking at your face, the Prime Minister...maybe show some mercy to the Jiang family."

The winter wind was blowing violently, and her coughing was also violent. After retching, Jiang Ling felt that her mouthpiece was dry, and all her thoughts were stuck in her throat, and she did not dare to speak out anymore.

She originally thought that she and Bu Zhan were a couple, and maybe because of this small face, he could let her mother's family go. Although she didn't know much about the disputes in the court, she also understood that her father's behavior had always been low-key, and now it was even more so.

Returning home after becoming an official did not hinder Bu Zhan's ambitious ambitions at all.

But even so.

He still took action against the Jiang family, who posed no threat to him.

He is like a cold and ruthless butcher who is bound to eliminate all dissidents on the road to power, leaving only slaves who are willing to listen to him and surrender to him.

Jiang Ling felt desperate and closed her eyes.

The man she married was really terrible.

She couldn't find any emotion related to a normal person in him. He had no joy, no sorrow, no love, and no emotion.

He is like a mountain, a cold mountain that cannot be touched by the spring breeze.

After a long time, she opened her eyes with a trembling voice.

"Looking at him, does he know that I am pregnant?"

Lu Wu answered cautiously: "Since the night before, the prime minister has been traveling almost all the time. He has never been to Tingyun Pavilion, and... I don't know about your pregnancy, madam."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Jiang Ling's mind.

Her eyes flashed, and then she stood up suddenly, which startled Lu Wu beside her. She couldn't help but call anxiously: "Where are you going, madam?"

She was still pregnant and had experienced something like that, so she really couldn't run around.

The cold wind blew outside the door, and the heavy snow was about to stop. The bare branches were covered with white snow, and when the wind blew, piles of snow fell.

She ran in such a hurry that she forgot to put on her shoes and socks, and stepped on the snow, making her whole body tremble with cold.

Lu Wu shouted anxiously behind him: "Madam, put on some clothes, be careful of catching a cold——"

Along the way, she bumped into many people.

Qingju, Aunt Fang, Manager Sun, the maid beside Feng...

Everyone was shocked to see the eldest lady like this, and then they either avoided her or looked at her quietly with strange eyes.

Watching her with red eyes and disheveled hair, she ran towards the backyard desperately.

There was a roaring sound in his ears, and Jiang Ling couldn't hear who was calling him.

The snow fell harder and harder, falling on her messy hair, thin shoulders, and her bloodless face.

She didn't know how long she had been running.

Finally, I bumped into that person in a field of ice and snow.

Wearing a snow-colored cloak, he pushed out the door from a prison-like room. I don't know who he had just interrogated, but his hands were still stained with blood.

Hearing the sound, Bu Zhan raised his head, and when he saw the petite and thin body, his figure suddenly stopped.

Almost at the same moment, Jiang Ling stopped.

She stared blankly at the blood on the man's hand, falling drop by drop to the ground, winding into a dazzling red line.

There was silence all around, leaving only the falling white snow covering her trembling eyelashes.

Someone handed him an umbrella, and he opened it and walked towards her.

The cold wind blew on the man's cold face. His body was as tall as a pine tree and he was as dignified and self-possessed as a crane.

Jiang Ling's eyes were red and her voice was very soft.

"Bu Zhan, did you just... kill someone?"

Bu Zhan lowered his eyes.

"Um."

Her voice became hoarse and she didn't dare to ask again.

An umbrella was placed above her head, blocking the flying snow, but she felt that she was even colder than before. In just such a moment, Jiang Ling felt as if she had turned into a pile of snow, a pile of cold,

Snow that no spring breeze can blow.

Bu Zhan looked at her cheeks and toes that were red from the cold, and frowned slightly. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask her why she wasn't wearing shoes and socks, but when the words fell on his lips, there was only the next cold sentence:

"Go back to the house, this is not the place you should be."

Jiang Ling stood where he was, not moving.

He took two steps forward, his eyebrows frowning even more.

"Jiang Ling, what are you going to do?"

"I'm pregnant with your child."

Hearing this, the man turned his head in surprise. He saw that the other party was pretending to be calm, but his voice couldn't stop shaking:

"Bu Zhan, do you know... I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant with your child, your child."
To be continued...