Quickly read: She became the boss’s favorite by giving birth to children!

"This is a good thing. My dear, please stop crying. You may be hurt by crying. You are still pregnant with your little master."

The Crown Princess gradually stopped crying, "You are right, I want to take good care of my body and give birth to a fat boy for Your Highness."

"By the way, this is a big happy event, go and invite His Highness here."

"Mother." But Mammy stopped her, "The first three months of pregnancy is the most dangerous time. What I want to say is that we should hide it for the first three months. After three months, when the fetus is firmly seated, we can let it go again." Your Highness knows."

The Crown Princess nodded, "You're right, let's not fight for this moment's enthusiasm. We will give His Highness a surprise once the fetus is firmly seated."

In the Qionghua Palace, it took a full hour and a half for the imperial doctor to treat all the injuries on the kitten.

At this time, Nanny Yang had already led people to make the kitten's nest.

The wrapped kitten was placed in the nest, and Tu Qingyu fed the kitten some more spiritual liquid when no one was around.

It worked well and after drinking some more it was able to make a faint cry.

Grandma Yang went to the kitchen to get some paste made from fresh fish and fed it little by little.

At night, Jiang Jingchuan could clearly feel Tu Qingyu's absence.

Thinking that she had been frightened by such a bloody situation for two days in a row, he didn't force her and fell asleep with her arms around her.

Afraid that she would have another nightmare, she hugged the person from the beginning.

But she still started mumbling in the middle of the night, so he quickly hugged her and comforted her.

Fortunately, she fell asleep quickly this time, and his condition was better the next day than the previous day.

Tu Qingyu: "Dabao, the Crown Princess already knows that she is pregnant?"

Dabao: "Yes, little master, she already knows. She doesn't plan to tell the prince now. She will have to wait until she is three months pregnant."

Dabao: "Little master, when do you plan to tell the prince?"

Tu Qingyu: "Have that person's things been put away?"

Dabao: "They had put it away a long time ago. Just when the young master and the prince were having trouble, they had already put it away."

Tu Qingyu nodded, "I'll have someone replace it, it depends on when she does it."

Maybe this thing can be put to good use.

Facts have proved that the other party is quite capable of holding back, and it took him a full month before he started to take action.

During this month, Jiang Jingchuan spent most of his time in Qionghua Hall except on the 15th day of the lunar month.

Even when we go to meet other people, we just cover ourselves with quilts and just chat.

In order to protect the child in her belly, the princess skipped all the safety inquiries on the 15th day of the new year.

In Tu Qingyu's leisure time, he spent every day practicing calligraphy, raising his fetus, and accompanying the little orange cat to recover from its injuries.

After a month of treatment, the injuries on the little orange cat have basically healed.

The imperial doctor found it incredible, "It is unheard of for me to recover so quickly from such a serious injury."

Tu Qingyu laughed dryly, "Maybe it's so lucky that it shouldn't die."

Of course it was because she fed it a drop or two of spiritual liquid from time to time, otherwise how could it have been saved.

"That's all I can say." The imperial doctor was silent for a while and nodded.

On this day, she was still teasing Little Orange with the cat teasing stick made by the palace servants. Little Orange was the name she gave to the cat.

Dabao came to report that the man had already left Qionghua Palace.

She put down the cat teasing stick, leaned on the couch, and called out, "Mother Yang."

"What's wrong, Master?" Nanny Yang came in from the outer hall, saw Tu Qingyu's slightly pale face, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why does your face look so bad?"

Tu Qingyu said weakly: "Mommy, I, my stomach hurts. It hurts so much. What should I do? What's wrong with me?"

After saying that, she gritted her teeth and sweated out from the pain.

"My slave, let Xiao Shanzi call for the imperial doctor." Feng Hui, who happened to be passing by the door, immediately put down what he was holding and turned around to call for someone.

Aunt Yang saw it and did not stop her. She walked to the couch, reached out and gently rubbed Tu Qingyu's belly, "Master, but here?"

"Yes." Tu Qingyu gritted his teeth, "It hurts."

Nanny Yang took her into her arms and reached out to pat her gently, "It's okay, it's okay. The doctor will be here soon. Master, don't be afraid."

The imperial physician indeed arrived very quickly. Also coming with the imperial physician were the prince, the princess, Shen Liangyuan, two Chenghui and one Zhaoxun.

The palace attendants in Qionghua Palace knelt down and saluted, and the prince asked, "Where is your master?"

Then he looked at the imperial physician next to him, "What do you want the imperial physician to do? But what's wrong with her?"

Linghua knelt on the ground and said: "Back to Your Highness, the master just said that he had a stomachache, and now he is still in the inner hall."

"Your Highness, please forgive me. Master is in too much pain. She didn't mean not to come out to see you."

The prince paid no attention to the women behind him and walked towards the inner hall.

When I saw that the girl who was fine in the morning was now pale with pain and sweating on her forehead, I felt extremely distressed.

He replaced Nanny Yang and held Tu Qingyu in his arms, "Why does your stomach hurt? But what did you eat?"

"I don't know, it hurts so much, Your Highness..." She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jingchuan, "Shouldn't Your Highness be in the study? Why are you back at this hour?"

Jiang Jingchuan looked at her fragile and dependent eyes, and suddenly he couldn't bear to tell her that he was here to search the palace because someone had reported that she was practicing witchcraft in the palace.

"Your Highness?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Tu Qingyu raised his head and looked over in confusion.

At this time, the Crown Princess walked in with someone.

"Someone said that you are practicing witchcraft in the palace. Your Highness and I are here to investigate this matter."

Tu Qingyu's pupils shrank, and she looked at Jiang Jingchuan in disbelief, with hurt in her eyes.

"Your Highness...are you also here to ask questions?"

"No." Jiang Jingchuan denied, "I just came to check to see if someone has slandered you."

He still hugged her and coaxed softly, "Aren't you feeling well? Let's see the imperial doctor first, and we'll talk about the rest after seeing the imperial doctor."

"No!" Tu Qingyu struggled up, his eyes full of stubbornness, "Let them investigate first! We can wait until the investigation is completed to discuss anything!"

"If witchcraft is really found in my palace, the imperial doctor doesn't need to look at it." She looked at Jiang Jingchuan with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

Seeing this smile made Jiang Jingchuan's heart skip a beat, and he felt it was very annoying.

At this time, Nanny Yang knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness, is there any misunderstanding? You are with the master every day. How could you not know whether she practices witchcraft or not? Your Highness."

Of course Jiang Jingchuan believed that Tu Qingyu would not do this.

But when the informant told this story, Shen Liangyuan and others were all in the palace of the Crown Princess.

Everyone knew about this matter. If he didn't find out, even if he protected Qingyu forcefully, the dirt on Qingyu's body would not be able to be washed away in the future.

She will always be charged with practicing witchcraft. How can she get to a higher place?