Wang Ye's foodie farm concubine

Chapter 4460

"The doctor said that you should lie down for a while after drinking the medicine. He also asked the princess to pay attention to her rest. I will not disturb the princess and Mr. Hong. I will leave."

Hong Xinfu stood up and said, "The princess needs to rest, so Xinfu won't disturb her."

After everyone left, Yuyao leaned on the back of her chair and looked up at the roof above her head. She was thinking about how to properly deal with the third emperor's husband.

retired?

It would be a big problem for him to remarry after the divorce, especially since his last wife was still the daughter of the third emperor.

But if he doesn't stop, in the future...

This kind of sexual intercourse is definitely impossible. Wouldn't he have to stay alone in the empty room for the rest of his life? Isn't this a waste of time? He is only eighteen this year!

In the end, Yuyao decided to talk to him. While the child in his belly was still small, it would be easier to deal with and it would have less impact on his body.

If he is unwilling to reconcile, she can protect him for the rest of his life and take care of him and his children for the rest of his life, which is a reward for the original owner.

After all, she used the body of the original owner, so naturally she should be responsible for all the things that happened after her death.

So she asked her servants to invite him over the next day.

"I have met the princess. I wonder what the princess ordered me to come over?"

Yu Yaoping retreated to the servants in the room, "You all can go down."

"Yes."

"sit down."

"Thank you, Princess."

"I called you here today because I wanted to ask your thoughts about something. You must also know that I was seriously injured this time and my physical condition has been damaged. I may not be able to do anything in the future. You are still young now, so you shouldn't be delayed by me. "

Wang Dongyu lowered his head and said nothing, but held the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands.

"If you want to leave me, go and ask the Queen Mother to give me a letter of departure, stating that it is my fault and not your fault. All the things in the house's warehouse will be given to you as compensation. As for..." Yu Yao has not finished her words. He saw a drop of water hit the back of the person opposite him, and his words stopped when he reached his mouth.

"I don't mean anything else, please don't cry first."

Yuyao said that if she was a girl, she could hold her in her arms and coax her, but now the person sitting opposite her was a man.

She could only lower her voice and said, "I'm just discussing this matter with you to see what you want."

Yuyao took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, "If you are not willing to reconcile, we will not mention this matter in the future. Don't cry anymore. Crying while pregnant is not good for your health."

Wang Dongyu lowered his head to take the handkerchief handed over by Yu Yao and wiped his tears, then raised his head and looked at Yu Yao.

Both eyes were red, and they were still a little moist from crying.

He wasn't bad looking to begin with, but now when he cries, he feels like he's crying.

Just listen to him whisper: "I don't want to make peace."

Yuyao nodded, "Okay, then we won't get along, but..."

Wang Dongyu blushed and nodded, his voice softer than before: "I know."

Now that the matter is out of the way, Yuyao can make arrangements for the future. It just so happens that she can use this period of time to recover from her injuries to find out some of the situation in Beijing.

"Your Majesty, this is a message from Prince Jing's residence, inviting you to go to his residence to enjoy the flowers on the fifteenth day of this month."

"Okay, you can come with me then. Seeing that you stay in the house all day and don't go out much, you just want to go out for a walk."

Prince Jing is the younger sister of the current emperor's mother, and the uncle of the current royal daughters.

Back then, His Majesty the Emperor competed with other princesses for the throne, but the prince loved poetry, wine, singing and dancing from beginning to end, and he had always done so all these years.

(End of this chapter)