Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six: Is the Fetus a Block of Iron?

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six: Is the Fetus a Block of Iron?

They're all mad!

Sun Zhiye is crazy, and so are his subordinates!

"Master, master," Qu Ying tugged at Sun Wude's clothes, leaving bloody marks. "Please save our baby."

Sun Wude looked at the crowd gathering around them and then at Qu Ying, who appeared to be miscarrying. He decisively withdrew his foot and coldly ordered, "Tiandong, quickly take Concubine Qu to the healer's house."

At the Taoist temple on the outskirts, Qu Ying had been young and beautiful—his best and only choice.

But now, Qu Ying was badly injured and had lost a lot of blood. The child was definitely gone, and there was a chance it might affect her ability to conceive in the future. Why should he ruin his reputation over this?

An affair with his daughter-in-law was never going to look good.

Qu Ying could hardly believe her eyes as she stared at Sun Wude.

She had her own motives, but she had given herself to Sun Wude completely, doing everything to please and serve him. Yet, Sun Wude was completely heartless.

The Sun family really was rotten to the core!

No wonder the seemingly dignified and gentle Eldest Young Master Sun was cold and ruthless at his core, just like his aunt and uncle.

"Tiandong, please save me."

Even though Qu Ying knew that Tiandong had caused the horse to panic.

Feeling a pang of pity, Tiandong hitched the carriage and paid two passing women to help carry Qu Ying into it.

Disgusted by the blood and deeming it bad luck, Sun Wude flicked his sleeve and frowned. "I'll go to the county office myself!"

"Tiandong, you weren’t this cold-hearted before," Qu Ying’s faint and wavering voice floated through the curtain into Tiandong’s ears.

Tiandong didn’t look pleased. "Concubine Qu, you weren’t always this shameless."

Qu Ying let out an eerie chuckle, her laughter strange and unsettling.

"I just wanted a better life. What's wrong with that?"

At first, she had been just a newly arrived cousin.

Tiandong, Chuanbo, and Duzhong were the most capable servants of the eldest son.

To establish herself, she had to curry favor with the eldest son's people.

Tiandong was the softest, easiest to persuade, and the kindest of the three.

Later, the families of Tiandong and Chuanbo were freed from servitude, becoming proper commoners, and they followed the eldest son in business, amassing a considerable fortune.

She figured that instead of groveling to the Sun family, she might as well marry Tiandong.

After all, she had the status of a cousin from the Sun family, and Tiandong's family would surely treat her like a revered lady.

Tiandong had once subtly inquired about Qu Ying's thoughts, but she still refused.

She refused to accept it!

She refused to let her years of groveling and begging amount to nothing, and even more so, she refused to marry a former servant of the Sun family!

Tiandong tightly gripped the reins, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. "Everyone wants a good life, but one must not lose his conscience and abandon moral principles."

Qu Ying sneered and taunted, "You’ve been by the Eldest Young Master’s side, haven’t you done plenty of shameless things?"

"As the saying goes, 'You're known by the company you keep.' Have you only learned the art of hypocrisy from being with the Eldest Young Master?"

"Tiandong, tell me, if I had married you back then, what would it be like now?"

Tiandong’s expression stiffened. "That’s old history, no need to bring it up again."

"The Eldest Young Master is in trouble, and I must clear a path for him, help him out of the mire."

"Concubine Qu, it’s best if you say no more. The clinic is almost here."

Tears fell one by one from Qu Ying’s eyes.

"He killed the Second Young Master, yet you’re still loyal to him."

"I was forced to sleep with him, and you look down on me for it."

"Why, Tiandong?"

Tiandong reined in the horse and said slowly, emphasizing each word, "The Second Young Master took his own life by slitting his wrist."

At this moment, Qu Ying’s state was that of a lone boat about to be swallowed by the vast sea, deeply overwhelmed by despair and numbness, unable to escape.

Without the child, what right did she have to cause a commotion?

The master would rescue the Eldest Young Master, and then how would the Eldest Young Master deal with her, a concubine who had slept with her father-in-law?

Qu Ying grew frantic.

She had forgotten to leave herself a way out again.

How could she fail at everything—unable to harm others or live a good life—she had nothing left, gained nothing.

For some reason, Qu Ying thought of Lu Mingchao.

If she hadn’t secretly reached out to push Lu Mingchao into the icy lake, perhaps everything wouldn’t have reached this irreparable point.

"Tiandong, do I still have a way out?"

Tiandong lifted the carriage curtain and said in a low voice, "Concubine Qu was entrusted to the Eldest Young Master by the Second Young Master before his death. As long as no one questions the Second Young Master’s death, Concubine Qu will always have her protective talisman."

"Rather than asking me, you should hope that the Eldest Young Master escapes unharmed."

"We’ve arrived at the clinic, Concubine Qu, please."

"Doctor, are you sure?" Qu Ying’s eyes sparkled with surprise.

The old doctor stroked his beard and nodded calmly. "Although the fright did not cause a miscarriage, the pregnancy is unstable. You still need to rest and recuperate to ensure your health."

Qu Ying was bursting with happiness.

Her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions as she touched her flat belly.

Her child had really made her proud.

It had secured her a chance at survival and a bright future.

"Tiandong, did you hear that?"

"This means the baby in my womb is blessed."

Tiandong was dumbfounded.

First, she was thrown off the carriage, then she hit the wall, and she had lost so much blood, yet the fetus was still there?

Is it really that resilient?

Indestructible or what?

Tiandong's gaze fell on Qu Ying's belly, and he couldn't quite put his thoughts into words.

Did this mean he should spare the fetus's life?

Tiandong was pondering, and so was Qu Ying, though her thoughts were elsewhere.

She was thinking about how to safely endure the ten months of pregnancy.

The best way was to conclusively pin the crime of fratricide on Eldest Young Master Sun.

Sun Zhiye had to die!

Only Sun Zhiye's death could ensure her survival!

She and the madam shared the same goal; could they form a temporary alliance?

And there was Lu Mingchao; aligning with him would increase her chances of survival.

From now on, everything had to make way for bringing down Sun Zhiye.

Qu Ying's long lashes fluttered, hiding the brilliance in her eyes.

"Doctor, save me," Qu Ying screamed, pointing at Tiandong, "This wicked servant deliberately startled the horse, trying to cause a miscarriage. But, as fate would have it, the baby was blessed and couldn't bear to see me in tears, so he stayed."

"Please, doctor, report this to the authorities and have this villainous servant arrested and brought to justice."

"There will be a handsome reward."

As she spoke, Qu Ying took out two banknotes and handed them to the doctor with great care.

Weren't Tiandong and Sun Zhiye supposed to share a deep bond as master and servant?

Then they could rot in jail together!

Qu Ying really knows how to switch faces.

One moment she was reminiscing about the past, and the next, she was sending him to the authorities.

Doctor: *Hesitates, looking conflicted*

The doctor glanced left and right.

He was just a diligent, elderly doctor, who wanted no part in the troubles of the household.

But the baby hasn't done anything wrong.

They need to consummate their marriage.