My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Chapter 165 Mu Yuyan's Morning Sickness, Ming Yue's Heartfelt Concern

Listening to Ming Yue's account, Mu Yuyan maintained her composure outwardly, yet inwardly, she could hardly suppress a sense of amusement.

Though Ming Yue intentionally omitted Gu Lan's intimidation from her narrative, Mu Yuyan could discern from her plaintive tone that yesterday had been quite embarrassing for her.

As for Gu Lan being an assassin?

Mu Yuyan didn't believe it for a moment.

She knew her little sister, whom she had grown up with and who, moreover, failed to prevent Gu Lan's successful assassination attempt the previous night...

"Ah? Your Highness, why have you returned to the palace today? You've put so much effort into your grooming; is there an important ceremony at court?"

Ming Yue complained after lodging her grievance and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat before inquiring.

"No ceremony. I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting? Who dares to keep Your Highness waiting for so long? Outrageous!" Ming Yue exclaimed.

Mu Yuyan glanced at her and replied, "The same person you mentioned earlier, the assassin."

Princess Ming Yue: ?( ° ? °|||)

"He... he hasn't arrived yet?"

"No."

Mu Yuyan sighed softly, observing the sundial gradually tilting westward, a faint sense of being standing up creeping upon her.

Wasn't it agreed that he would come to the palace today to accept his position?

That wretched Master Gu, unaware of the trouble caused by his tardiness. All the effort she put into her makeup would be wasted! (???#)

Ming Yue, oblivious to her sister's vexation, silently rejoiced that her earlier disparagement of Gu Lan hadn't been overheard, while absentmindedly patting her budding bosom.

"Your Highness, perhaps it's best not to wait any longer. That man is an assassin; you mustn't invite danger into the palace!"

"I see."

"Your Highness, I'm suggesting we don't wait for him, but it seems you're not taking it to heart?"

"Yes..." Mu Yuyan replied absentmindedly, already engrossed in perusing a memorial.

If Gu Lan didn't show up, she had little inclination to linger in the palace; she only wished to finish her business and return home.

Princess Ming Yue grew a bit anxious.

She felt that Her Highness was underestimating her!

That man wasn't just a scholar; he was a deadly assassin who could wipe out an entire faction with a snap of his fingers!

And he dared to bully her, the nerve of him!

He must not be allowed into the palace!

Princess Ming Yue dragged a small stool beside Mu Yuyan and was about to continue her chatter when Liu Yexi rushed in from outside, looking around in bewilderment.

"Your Majesty, hasn't the Master arrived yet? I've made all the arrangements for his entry."

"I was just about to ask you, is Gu Lan really coming to the palace?" Mu Yuyan's eyes narrowed slightly, a tinge of irritation in her voice.

"I swear it's true!" Liu Yexi hastily defended.

"The Master himself said so when he left. I can vouch for it!"

Mu Yuyan knew Yexi wouldn't dare joke about such matters.

But if it was true, why hadn't Master Gu arrived yet, at this hour? Could he have had a change of heart halfway?

This man...

Mu Yuyan pondered.

Princess Ming Yue's eyes widened in shock at the mention of Gu Lan as the Master.

Why was that detestable scholar being called Master? Even if he was rewarded yesterday, shouldn't he be addressed as an adult? What was going on?!

Ming Yue felt her head spinning with confusion.

She nervously grabbed Mu Yuyan's sleeve, her face a mixture of bewilderment and anxiety.

"Your Highness, that man is not a good person, you mustn't..."

But she didn't finish her sentence.

Suddenly, Mu Yuyan furrowed her brows, covering her mouth delicately with her jade-like hand, looking as if she might retch, her exquisitely beautiful face blushing faintly.

Liu Yexi, observing the scene, also froze, quickly cautioning Princess Ming Yue, "Your Highness, Her Majesty is pregnant; please don't startle her..."

"What?!"

Princess Ming Yue was dumbfounded! Her Majesty was pregnant?! But she didn't even have a man! When did this happen?!

Her clear gaze turned to Mu Yuyan, who this time didn't refute anything, just blushed slightly and nodded, the embarrassment and confusion fleeting in her phoenix-like eyes, quickly replaced by the grace and poise of an elder sister.

"Your Highness... may I ask, who is the father?"

Princess Ming Yue thought of the title she heard earlier and couldn't help but contemplate a dreadful possibility.

She raised her small face, gazing at Mu Yuyan's stunningly beautiful visage, hesitating as she asked.

Mu Yuyan remained composed, calmly admitting, "As you suspect, it's... Gu Aiqing."

The time had come, and there was no need to keep it from her.

Eventually, it would be revealed, and it would be helpful for Ming Yue to know in advance, facilitating her cooperation in the future...

And nearby!

Upon hearing this, Princess Ming Yue's delicate frame trembled! Oh no!! Not only has Her Highness taken a liking to that man, but she has also... she has also... gone so far as to bear his child! I'm such a fool, truly...

I came to lodge my complaint with Her Highness, and when that man finds out, he'll surely come after me!

"Your Highness... I suddenly remembered that the cat at home is giving birth today, and I'm a bit worried, so I'll head back first."

"Huh? Aren't you staying at the Eastern Palace?"

"I'd better return home. I'll come to the Eastern Palace again when the little prince or princess is born... or to visit Uncle Zhang. It's all the same!"

Thinking about the foolishness of today's actions and the fact that Gu Lan would definitely enter the palace in the future, Princess Ming Yue forced a smile from her heart.

"Very well, go ahead."

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Jixia Literary Academy.

Warm Pavilion.

"You've been here for most of the day; isn't there still half a month until the New Year's visits?"

Zhang Qingwei stroked his graying beard, smiling with narrowed eyes. "What, did you upset your family? Seeking refuge here?"

"Not at all." Gu Lan waved his hand, chuckling inwardly, thinking, I just played a little trick on your niece; I need to figure out how to explain it to her when I get back...

Lying back on the rattan chair, Gu Lan engaged in idle conversation with Zhang Qingwei.

Xiao Fei'er had peeled some sweet oranges, placing them in a fruit bowl. Zhang Qingwei declined and pushed the bowl toward Gu Lan for his sole enjoyment.

Suddenly, Gu Lan remembered something, picked up a slice of orange, and popped it into his mouth.

"Master Zhang, are you still overseeing this year's Spring Exam?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Qingwei paused at the question.

"You're not fond of officialdom, so why the interest? But it hasn't been me for a while; it's now overseen jointly by the Ministry of Personnel and the Hanlin Academy."

"Oh." Gu Lan nodded. It seemed that, without any surprises, he would be the top scorer in this year's Spring Exam again.

Was this the dilemma of having a Madam like Mu Yuyan...

It's like getting into a top university without taking the college entrance exam in my past life, just because your wife pulled some strings to get you in!

Gu Lan munched on the fruit thoughtfully, adding a few more pieces to his plate.

Glancing to the side, Xiao Fei'er was gracefully pouring tea, her slender waist bending elegantly, her movements refined as she served the assorted fruits and beverages.

"Master Gu suddenly asking about the Spring Exam, is it because you intend to enter officialdom? Yesterday, I overheard at the Dulcet Pavilion that Master Gu, upon several visits to the palace, was granted the title of first-grade count by Her Majesty."

Listen to her! She's truly a natural at coaxing! Gu Lan maintained his composure, smiling faintly, "I have no intention of taking up an official position! What's the point of being an official? I'd rather stay at home and accompany Madam... If Her Majesty offers further rewards, I'll take Madam out of the capital and never return."

Xiao Fei'er's delicate hand trembled slightly, her expression stunned!

Noticing this, Gu Lan felt a sense of amusement within...

Remember when you were testing me earlier? I just whisked away Your Majesty right from under your nose! Let's see how flustered you get!