Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

  Chapter 3 I drop the old swan!

  The official raised his head, his eyes paused on the clasped hands of Prince Lang and Yu Weiwei, thinking that the rumors were not groundless, just look at these two, they couldn't wait to make out in the cell, the feelings are really strong!

  The officials had smiles on their faces, beaming with joy.

   "The emperor heard about the matter between the prince and the eldest daughter of the minister's family, and specially ordered the two of them to marry. Congratulations to the prince! Congratulations to Miss Yu!"

  Xiao Juan looked at Yu Curly again and asked every word.

   "Rumours stop with the wise? Only fools are misled by rumours? Huh?"

  Yu Weiwei was struck by lightning, and her mind went blank.

   I drop the old swan!

   Don’t bring such tricks!

   She couldn't bear it any longer, her eyes were black, and she fell straight forward!

   At the last moment, she also heard the exclamations of the officials.

   "Miss Yu passed out with joy!"

  …

   When Yu Weiwei woke up, she found herself lying on a familiar bed.

   looked around and determined that this was her boudoir.

   She breathed a sigh of relief.

   "It turned out to be a dream!"

   "What are you dreaming about?" Angelica came over with the decoction and asked curiously.

  Yu Cuiwei said in a funny tone: "I dreamed of Prince Lang just now, and I also dreamed that the emperor gave us a marriage, do you think it is scary?"

After   , she found that Angelica's expression became indescribable.

   Angelica was quite unbearable to snuff out her last fluke.

   "It's not a dream."

   The smile on Yu Weiwei's face gradually solidified.

   Angelica continued: "Your Majesty has indeed given you and Prince Lang's marriage. The imperial decree has already been sent to our Yufu. You will have to get married in a month."

  Yu Weiwei was sluggish for a full minute.

   She lay back dumbly, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and closed her eyes peacefully.

   Angelica is puzzled: "What are you doing?"

  Yu Weiwei: "Don't talk to me, please let me leave this world cleanly."

   Angelica was speechless, reached out and pulled Yu Curly up from the bed.

   "Miss, do you think you can be clean after death? Do you know what those people outside say about you now?"

  Yu covered her ears: "I don't want to listen."

   Angelica speaks as fast as a machine gun.

   "Those people said that you sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night for a rendezvous with the Prince of Langjun. They also said that you passed out in the arms of the Prince of Langjun because you were so happy that you received the marriage from the emperor."

  Yu Weiwei grasped the key points sharply, put down his hands and asked.

   "I passed out in Prince Lang's arms?"

   Angelica stated the facts very objectively: "You planted the king of Langjun with one head at the time, and the hand of the king of Langjun was still being dragged by you, and you couldn't dodge if you wanted to."

  Yu Weiwei imagined the scene at that time.

  The more I think about it, the more I want to die.

   She reached out and pulled the quilt over her face, screaming in pain.

   "I really jumped into the Yellow River this time and couldn't wash it out!"

   Angelica tore off her quilt and said coldly.

   "Although the servant girl doesn't know what the Yellow River is, before you jump down, drink the medicine."

  Yu Weiwei looked at her with a lifeless expression.

   "I'm already so miserable, why should I drink medicine?"

Angelica handed the medicine bowl to her mouth: "Last night, you fainted from anger, and the government doctor specially prescribed this medicine for you, saying that it can calm your mind, and the servant added some brown sugar in it, it shouldn't be bitter. , you can drink it while it's hot."

  Yu Weiwei took a small sip, and it was really not bitter.

   She drank all the soup and medicine in the bowl.

   Angelica remembered what happened last night, and couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart. With the standard look on his face of melon eaters, he asked gossip.

   "Miss, when did you feel that way about Prince Lang?"

   As the lady's personal maid, she follows the lady every day, but she doesn't know this at all.

   (end of this chapter)