Due to an accident, Wen Yan kissed the usually cold and ascetic Fu Zheng. She thought she would take this secret to her grave, but she never expected that Fu Zheng would become linked to her through Gonggan.
One day, while Fu Zheng was discussing matters with others, his handsome face suddenly turned pale. He felt a sharp, twisting pain in his abdomen, his hands and feet grew cold, and his lower back felt sore and bloated.
With a strange expression, the physician gave his diagnosis: “Your Excellency’s symptoms are remarkably similar to a woman’s menstrual cramps…”
Fu Zheng’s thin lips coldly spat out two words: “Quack!”
On another day, Fu Zheng caught a cold. Though his face was pale and his body felt weak, he didn’t feel even the slightest bit of discomfort. Instead, he saw his “cousin” beside him coughing until her face was flushed, seemingly unable to catch her breath. He couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
Later, during a palace banquet, Fu Zheng suddenly felt unwell. Ignoring the strange looks from the court officials, he hurriedly left his seat and tracked down the culprit.
“It really was you, you little brat, behind all this!” Fu Zheng gritted his teeth and swept the person up into his arms, only to discover in shock that this person was actually a woman.
Wen Yan: It’s over, my secret’s been discovered!
She packed her bags and tried to flee overnight with her elderly mother, only to be caught red-handed by Fu Zheng.
Bullied until she had no strength to fight back, Wen Yan said indignantly, “Don’t you be so smug! When the time comes to give birth, the pain will kill you!”
“I would suffer it gladly,” Fu Zheng said, unbothered, as he stroked her face.
It wasn’t until the day Wen Yan went into labor that Fu Zheng actually fainted from the pain. When he woke up, he hugged Wen Yan with a dark expression and hissed through gritted teeth, “Sweetheart, let’s not have any more after this!”
Wen Yan: “…”
