Tyrannical Wang's Beloved Wife Chapter 207.3

“Just why was it half a month late?” Sun Yi Jia asked.

Right now, she was also a soon-to-be mother that was pregnant with a child. For some things, she will inevitably make an association with herself, and encountering areas that she didn't understand, she would always want to figure out. Of course, this was also something that was only unhesitantly asked without any misgivings because the child was safely born.

“One of the reason is perhaps the doctor's diagnosis contains a bit of inaccuracy. Additionally, for the child to be born ten days to half a month in advance or ten days to half a month late, it's all quite normal.” For Luo Old Madam, it was merely because the eldest granddaughter-in-law's circumstance was a bit special, thus was worried a few days ago. This while, she had her gaze placed on Sun Yi Jia. Because she was wearing summer garments, when sitting, from her lower abdomen, one was able to make out a bulge. However, this was also under the premise of knowing that she was pregnant. “Don't think too much. As long as one properly tend to it, and no mishaps happen, then when time comes, whether it's a bit early or a bit late, all isn't a problem. This one of yours is much more stable than your eldest sister-in-law's at the time.” As for nearly having a miscarriage, this kind of thing, just treat it as never having existed.

Sun Yi Jia somewhat embarrassedly pursed her lips.

However, it was all care for the child, so everyone could all understand.

“Where's Jing Bo? Hasn't that brat not been drawing recently, and didn't attend any banquets either? How come still don't see him?”

Have to say, for the sake of those drawing booklets, Luo Jing Bo, in these last several months, for the most part, didn't have any free time at all. Even if not exhausted into a dog, it was actually still not too far off. However, he finally had the initial booklets that were scheduled in advance completed. After enduring through that period of exhaustion in the middle, Luo Jing Bo's art skill also rapidly improved. In terms of blending colors, he was still unable to reach Jing Wan's level, but was still much stronger than a lot of people. Now that he's completed his task, and although that feeling of disgust produced during the weary period was already gone, presumably for a short period of time, he still won't want to hold the brush.

According to Luo Pei Shan's saying, this was just the price for having 'picked up a benefit' and achieving glory. If it really was invented by one, then there certainly will be a long process, so where was there the need to concentrate everything in one place. As such, regardless whether it was for the sake of not letting Jing Wan's hard work flow away with the waters, or out of consideration for his own future prospects, during that period of time when the fed up feeling appeared, he all forcibly suppressed and continued onward. Everyone, including Sun Yi Jia, despite heartaching for him, all never said to let him give up. Rather, it was Jing Wan who couldn't bear. After all, that wasn't her thing either. Because she was unable to explain, she thus tacitly acknowledged, and because of that feeling of guilt, and because she didn't want drawing to become the root of suffering for her own brother, she told him, don't force oneself. Yet in the end, Luo Jing Bo who was in a somewhat irritable state, and towards those forcing him to draw, all feeling somewhat annoyed, instead calmed down, wiping his face and enduring through clenched teeth.

Head Minister Luo just commented, 'when things reach an extreme, they can only move in the opposite direction'. As expected, blindly being stubborn was undesirable.

And even Sun Yi Jia joked, “It's still little sister Wan that has a way.”

Jing Wan was very speechless, alright.

Sun Yi Jia pursed her lips into a smile, “Got thrown a pile of geography and water conservancy books by grandfather, saying that since he doesn't have anything to do, then go meticulously study something. Grandmother, you may not know, but seeing those books, he said he'd rather draw. Now, he's probably used to holding the drawing brush, and although he says he doesn't want to draw anymore, many times, as soon as he sets the brush to paper, it becomes a painting. Our room is filled with quite a few of his discarded base drawings. There are those few that I've directly picked up and given to the little servant girls to use as the base for embroidery. The result is really pretty good, later, bring some over for grandmother to see?”

“The old master gave him another assignment? What use is there studying these things now? Could it be to let him develop in this direction in the future? Jing Bo right now should just spend more time accompanying you.” Luo Old Madam slightly furrowed her brows.

“Where do I need for him to accompany, my everyday has been worry-free and comfortable. Other women during pregnancy probably all aren't nearly as delicate as me. All say the gentle home, the hero's grave. If Jing Bo were to get used to staying in the rear court, and in the future, don't want to go out anymore, grandmother will definitely be worried.” Sun Yi Jia joked.

“With you grandfather there to play the bad guy, he doesn't have the fate to continuously play around.” Luo Old Madam was very unconcerned.

Jing Wan also laughed. Aiyaa, third brother really is quite miserable, and grandfather, to a certain extent, was also not much different.

Even grandfather said himself, 'when things reach an extreme, it can only move in the opposite direction', and can't blindly be stubborn. However, when it comes to practice, especially towards the grandsons, he wasn't sloppy in the slightest, adequately adopting the high pressure policy.

Towards his sons, Head Minister Luo has always just let them do whatever they wanted to do, and afterwards, probably had that tiny bit of regret. Especially on the matter of Jing Wan's marriage, that second son wasn't able to hold up in the slightest. His sons' nature were already fixed, so he was just too lazy to put in the effort to instruct them. It was better to work on the grandsons. He previously already had the intention of letting the third generation hold up the family's status, just now he was even stricter with his demands.

Originally it was following by his side to study at sixteen, but now even those that haven't reached sixteen all need to start facing another layer of 'sincere advice', and even the kind of large mountain that one can't rebel against. Encountering such a grandfather, Jing Wan observed a moment of silences for her brothers, especially the younger brothers. The elder brothers in front, for better or worse, still got to play around until sixteen.

Luo Pei Shan returned with a body full of exhaustion. He although has always been quite healthy, Jing Wan still worried that his body won't be able to endure. After asking Gong mama and then combining the doctor's suggestion, she has recently been using medicinal cuisine to give him supplements.

Learning that his great-grandson was born, Luo Pei Shan was also very happy, “The memorandum submitted up today said, many areas in the south have cleared up, and the rain in the remaining areas have also lightened. It can be seen, that brat is a lucky star.”

“What nonsense are you saying.” Luo Old Madam patted him.

Luo Pei Shan happily laughed, “I'm just saying, and just in one's own home, it's not like there's outsiders present.”

Luo Pei Shan's words, in actuality, were 'different tunes played to the same effect' with Jing Wan's words during the day. Regardless whether it was good fortune or misfortune, when in connection to the country's fate, it can only be related to the imperial family. For others, it was still better to stay far far away.

The south clearing up was a good thing, and also a bad thing. With the sun scorching hot, the bacterial growth will intensify, and what follows will be the even more terrifying plague. Once unable to be controlled, many people will fall ill, and even more people will die.

This was something that was obvious to all. That's why this laughter won't be maintained for long.

Jing Wan had long looked up in the books, and also inquired the method for handling plague prevention at present. Having long considered all the combination of situations, she wrote out some clauses. Aside from the certainly feasible method, it was also just some common sense things from her past life. She was also just a layman, so the things she wrote out were also just in theory. Whether or not they're usable, she also didn't know. If one really was completely ignorant, then it was just that, but since she knew a little, then she had no way of just sitting and waiting for death. When she took it to her grandfather, Jing Wan was quite nervous. Fortunately, Luo Pei Shan didn't inquire anything specifically.

Jing Wan was even thinking, could it be that the things she wrote already had a theoretical foundation, that's why she didn't arouse suspicion?

However, little did she know, the things she wrote was immediately passed on to Li Hong Yuan's hands, and Li Hong Yuan further wasn't sloppy in handling matters. Because he'd long suspected that Jing Wan's origins weren't ordinary, towards her, he had absolute confidence in, even thinking of every possible way to find a clear-cut source for the things she wrote, cleanly resolving any possible future consequences that may exist.

After some time, the thing once again returned to Luo Pei Shan's hand, letting him present before his Majesty. In essence, it was still those things, just the appearance has changed.

Head Minister Luo was a bit speechless. Are you certain this is the attitude towards one's fiancee?

Jin Qinwang, you, as the future husband, is truly too qualified. This old man in the future won't inwardly curse you anymore.

While a portion of people were madly busy, and a portion of people were bored to the point of nearly growing mold, the days slowly passed, although there weren't any news of returning to the capital ahead of time either. All the way until one day, when Chen Zheng Min came to visit, did Jing Wan finally realize, it was already the end of the seventh month. The people that had traveled to the west have all returned. And they didn't return to the capital, instead directly coming to the imperial summer residence.

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