The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 142 I Can't Really Marry Fuso

She first saw Fuso at dawn the next day. The room was brightly lit with candles. The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Fuso, who was looking at her with a smile.

"Awake." Fuso stroked her face, "Does it still hurt?"

Chu Jian moved his body with difficulty, his expression a little grim, "It hurts, I have no strength."

"Master said that as long as you wake up, there won't be any problem. Come, drink some water first." Fuso helped her sit up and leaned her against his shoulder. He took the water from the bedside and slowly fed it to her.

Feeling dizzy at first sight, she took a sip of warm water, then took her own pulse. She was suddenly startled, with a look of panic on her face, "Where's the baby? Why can't I find the fetal pulse?!"

Chu Jian touched his stomach, which was still there, and took his pulse.

Fusang stopped her and said, "Chuyang, you are too nervous. It's normal that you can't feel your pulse. Didn't you also not feel it when your leg was injured before? Chiyun went to call the master, and he will come to check on you in a while."

She was really nervous when she first met him. She was so nervous that her whole body was shaking. She was scared, very scared.

Although she had considered not having this child in the beginning because of the injury and she had taken a lot of medicine, and although the fetal pulse had not been very stable and she had to be very careful and had a hard time carrying the baby, he had finally grown to more than seven months, and Jing Muyang's life or death in Beisai was unknown, so she really couldn't afford to lose this child.

Mr. Fanglin came over very quickly. It was a good thing that Chu Jian woke up so early.

He took her hand and rolled up her sleeve. The cyanosis had faded to her forearm and was not as severe. "You still feel pain, right? It will last for two or three days, and then it will be fine."

"Grandpa Fanglin, where's the baby? I didn't feel the fetal pulse just now."

Mr. Fanglin was still feeling her pulse, his face looked a little heavy, "The pulse is still there, but it's quite weak. Don't worry, girl. Maybe he hasn't recovered yet."

"Really?" Chu Jian looked at him eagerly.

"Really. You need to rest well, eat well, and take medicine well. Most importantly, control your emotions and pay attention to the fetal movements. You'll be fine."

Mr. Fang Lin actually didn't feel the fetal pulse at all, but he had to comfort Chu Jian first. Now was not a good time to abort the baby because the remaining poison had not been eliminated. It was also possible that the fetus really had not recovered yet and was very weak, which led to the inability to feel the fetal pulse.

At first glance, she is really a gullible girl. She really trusts the people she trusts completely.

Mr. Fanglin's words made her feel much more at ease. After all, she didn't feel any stomach pain or spotting, so it should be just as Mr. Fanglin said.

Lu Yi had already brought the meal. Chu Jian was held in Fuso's arms. Fuso fed her some porridge and asked her to drink medicine before letting her lie down.

The whole process was so natural and harmonious. She opened her mouth when the spoon came over, and rinsed and wiped her mouth after eating. Even after Chujian lay on her side, Fuso would put a special pillow under her belly. She was so skilled, as if Fuso did these things often. The key was that Chujian was also very cooperative.

Mr. Fanglin sighed again and decided to take Chujian away from here as soon as possible.

The good news was that on the second day after Chu Jian woke up, her cyanotic limbs all returned to normal. Soon she felt the fetal movement and could feel the fetal pulse, although it was still relatively weak.

Mr. Fang Lin was very surprised. He didn't expect the fetus to recover so quickly. Such tenacious vitality is really comparable to his parents. It seems that he will not be an ordinary person in the future.

The happiest outsider when Chu Jian came back from the brink of death was probably the Emperor of Nanbang. He had been paying close attention to the situation here. In his eyes, the baby in Chu Jian's belly was his grandson.

Fusang's nervous look as he stood by the bed made him more determined to send the imperial edict, which he had not accepted when he first saw it in the court that day, directly to the Eastern Palace, even though it was opposed by almost all the ministers.

Chu Jian was staring at this hot potato and was worried. What should he do?

"Grandpa Fanglin, can you take me back to Lingyin Country?"

"How are you going to go back now? You're pregnant and weak, and it's winter now. It's freezing outside, there's heavy snow on the road, and it's dry season in the river. Most importantly, Mu Yang is not in the capital. The capital is too dangerous. How do you think you're going to go back?" Mr. Fang Lin gave her a chill.

"But I can't really marry Fuso!"

"Then you have no way out! I heard that Fusang didn't force you to do anything. It was you who got into this situation by mistake. Besides, there is nothing you can do now whether you are willing or not. King Qi has already set his sights on you. Maybe you will be safer if you are tied to Fusang."

"Grandpa Fanglin, can you help me contact Mu Yang?"

"There's no news from Xucheng yet. Maybe they can't get in touch with them. How can I help you get in touch? Also, Fusang said someone intercepted the letter you sent back. Aren't you afraid that they'll send someone to hunt you down again?"

Her heart trembled when she first heard what he said. She was afraid, very afraid. She was such a coward!

"You stay here obediently. Follow me out of the palace tomorrow and stay at the Imperial Master's residence. Give birth to the child safely first."

Of course, Chu Jian did not end up living in the Imperial Master's Mansion. The Emperor said that she was the de facto Crown Princess, and if she did not live in the Eastern Palace, she would naturally have to live in the Crown Prince's Mansion. Chu Jian felt awkward listening to this, and even more awkward living there. In the end, she stayed in the Crown Prince's Mansion for a day and returned to the Fuso Courtyard in Jinyuan.

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The security in Jinyuan was tightened, and Fuso stayed by her side every day.

"Fusang, you are the crown prince, don't you have to attend court and assist in state affairs?"

"My uncle is in charge of court affairs. There is no need for me to go. And it will be safer if I don't go." Fusang smiled.

"Does Prince Qi really want to kill you?"

"He wants to kill me all the time, but I am the only son of my father. Even if he wants to, he has to consider me. Besides, I am just a decoration. His opponents are other uncles."

"So they all want your life?"

"That's not the case. At least my third uncle, Prince Jin, supports me."

"Prince Jin? Is Prince Jin powerful?" Chu Jian scratched his fingers.

"They are quite powerful. Banxia's father, the Third Imperial Uncle, is in charge of the three armies. Princess Jin's father is the Minister of Revenue, in charge of Nanbang's finances. All these forces are in the hands of the Emperor."

"Your Third Uncle is so powerful, he can become the emperor himself, why would he support you?" Chu Jian questioned in a low voice.

“Hahaha, then let me ask you, Jing Muyang is so powerful, why doesn’t he fight for his rights?”

"That's different..." What's different? Chu Jian couldn't explain it, and even doubted himself under Fusang's gaze.

Yes, Mu Yang is so powerful that he suppresses his brothers like quails and makes them turn a deaf ear to the emperor’s edict. He is fully capable of becoming the emperor.

Hmm? He turned a deaf ear to the emperor's decree. Does he want to be the emperor?

Jing Muyang wants to be the emperor? !

Fuso looked at the rich expressions on her face, which were so cute.

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