The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Novel

Chapter 977 - Chapter 977: Chapter 975: Whose Child is in the Belly


Chapter 977: Chapter 975: Whose Child is in the Belly

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Wu Jinyan thought it was Su Yingxue and quickly crouched down to help her, “Yingxue, are you alright?”

But her gaze landed on a face that was not Su Yingxue’s, it was Lu Ying!

“Miss Wu, I bear you no grudge and simply came to lend a hand. Why would you treat me like this, marring my face?” Lu Ying’s skin was scorched red with sparks and immediately swelled up.

Wu Jinyan was taken aback by the accusation, for she had no such intention, “Miss Lu, you must be mistaken, I didn’t…”

“Did I throw myself into the fire then?”

Lu Ying’s eyes brimmed with tears of grievance. She nearly convinced Wu Jinyan that it was her own carelessness that had caused the injury.

But Wu Jinyan snapped back to reality when her veil slipped off.

“Yan’er!”

Su Hao, with no regard for propriety, tossed aside the red silk and helped her up.

Su Hao picked up her veil and was about to cover her when Lu Chongming burst from the crowd, “Bride, I originally came to offer my congratulations today, but the way you’ve treated my daughter is simply too much! Have you forgotten how at Bamboo Leaf Pass, Ying helped you wholeheartedly so that you could escape from trouble, only to be…”

“Father! Don’t speak of it! Miss Wu certainly didn’t do it on purpose! We mustn’t discuss what happened at Bamboo Leaf Pass, it could affect her!” although Lu Ying whispered, restraining herself, many guests still heard her.

“What happened at Bamboo Leaf Pass? Wasn’t the young general supposed to be guarding there?”

“Have you heard? The young madam got pregnant and ran off to Bamboo Leaf Pass herself to be with the young general and their child!”

“Exactly, look at her belly, it’s quite enlarged!”

“But isn’t Miss Lu and her father in charge of guarding Bamboo Leaf Pass? Hearing them speak… Could it be that the child the young madam is carrying isn’t the young general’s?”

“What nonsense are you all spouting?”

Su Hao roared angrily, silencing several gossipers nearby who then frightenedly shut their mouths.

But a roar could stop the whispers, not the suspicion in people’s hearts.

Wu Jinyan’s complexion turned very bad, not even the brightest rouge could hide it.

Su Yingxue shook her head to clear some dizziness; she immediately pricked her own hand with a needle to regain clarity of mind, then quickly supported Wu Jinyan and confronted Lu Ying, “Miss Lu, in truth, you were here to assist the bride on behalf of my sister. I appreciate your intentions, but since you are unsteady on your feet, you have trouble carrying out this task. There’s no need to trouble yourself further, please step aside and continue as a guest.”

With that statement from Su Yingxue, the confusion among the guests was cleared up, and they understood why Lu Ying was present.

This made the earlier words of Lu Ying and Lu Chongming appear rather malevolent.

Lu Ying gritted her teeth in secret; Su Yingxue was formidable indeed.

Lu Ying curtsied, “As you wish, Ninth Princess Consort.”

She and Lu Chongming retreated to the side.

Her departure seemed too easy, and Su Yingxue caught a flicker of triumph in her eyes, but now, it was more important for Su Hao and Wu Jinyan to proceed with their wedding ceremony.

Su Yingxue quickly helped Wu Jinyan, instructed the wedding matron to rearrange the brazier, and guided her to step over it.

Sensing Wu Jinyan’s racing heartbeat, Su Yingxue held her hand, endlessly supplying her with strength, “Sister-in-law, don’t be afraid. Brother and I are here. You’ve entered the Marquis’s Manor, and once you and brother complete the wedding ceremony, you will officially be his wife, the young madam of the Marquis’s Manor.”

Wu Jinyan’s lips trembled as she spoke, “Yingxue, thank you.”

If the rouge and lip color weren’t brightly red, they would not have concealed the pallor of her face.


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