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Chapter 39 Baoling's Miscarriage

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gu's mother's face turned cold. Although she was angry, she knew that now was not the time to take action against her.

If Baoling were to suffer any mishap on her own territory, even as the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, she would not escape blame and would surely be severely punished by the Marquis.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, Madam knows perfectly well." Baoling stood up, lightly patted the crumbs off her clothes, and strode away.

Mother Gu was furious, but she was powerless to do anything about it for the time being. She could only watch helplessly as Bao Ling's figure gradually disappeared from sight.

Unbeknownst to her, Baoling quietly took the unfinished pastry...

Upon returning, Marquis Anyang went straight to Zizhu Pavilion.

"Madam, the Marquis is coming this way."

Baoling steeled herself, picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp. Then she handed the bowl to Xiaotao, signaling her to leave quickly.

She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and immediately went out to greet them.

A pink gauze dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, perfectly outlined her slender waist.

Marquis Anyang's gaze darkened, and he reached out to pull her into his arms. Baoling let out a soft moan and pressed her entire body against him.

Marquis Anyang lowered his gaze, and the vast expanse of snow-white made his Adam's apple bob involuntarily.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of reproach: "You're already pregnant, yet you still seduce me like this, you're truly a vixen."

Bao Ling tilted her head back, gently bit her lower lip, and her eyes exuded an indescribable charm.

"My lord, we've been waiting for you with great anxiety. Feel how your heart is pounding." As she spoke, she took the Marquis of Anyang's hand and placed it on her chest.

Her voice was soft and charming, and the Marquis of Anyang was so aroused that he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. He picked her up and carried her in his arms.

Bao Ling smiled smugly, then leaned close to his ear, teasing the Marquis of Anyang so much that he couldn't control his desires...

"Ah! My lord, my stomach hurts so much!" Bao Ling's shrill cry instantly shattered the idyllic atmosphere in the room.

"what happened?"

Marquis Anyang, who was originally lost in the pleasures of the brothel, was startled awake and hurriedly got up.

Baoling's face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat kept pouring from her forehead. She clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, and her body kept rolling and twisting on the bed.

The painful screams came one after another, each one like a sharp arrow piercing straight into the heart of the Marquis of Anyang.

"Someone, go and fetch a doctor!" Marquis Anyang's roar echoed in the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.

The doctor rushed over, his brows furrowed, and held Bao Ling's pulse for a long time before slowly shaking his head: "My lord, this child... cannot be saved."

Marquis Anyang was struck dumb. The joy of having a son in his old age had not yet dissipated, and all his happiness vanished in an instant.

He painfully blamed himself: It's all my fault, how could I not have controlled myself?

The doctor looked at Marquis Anyang with a solemn expression: "Judging from the aunt's pulse, she must have accidentally ingested something that could harm the fetus, which caused the miscarriage."

The grief of losing his child instantly filled his heart with rage. The Marquis of Anyang gritted his teeth and roared, "Investigate! Leave no one alive in the entire manor!"

The child she had been eagerly anticipating was secretly murdered.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to find the mastermind behind it all and make them pay a heavy price.

The commotion was so loud that it alerted everyone in the mansion, and all the women came to the scene.

Chu Ruohan and Aunt Zhao met at the door. The moment their eyes met, Chu Ruohan revealed a meaningful smile.

Only Gu's mother remained leisurely, secretly pleased with herself, thinking that this little wretch was ultimately unlucky.

After seeing Baoling nestled in Anyang, crying incessantly in his arms, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This action caught Bao Ling's eye, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

Hopefully, she can handle the show that's about to unfold...

The doctor thoroughly investigated every part of Zizhuxuan and said, "There is nothing wrong with what the aunt ate today."

We were in a stalemate for a while.

Baoling's personal maid, Xiaotao, seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Auntie had a pastry at Madam's this morning, and it seems there are still some left."

Having said that, without waiting for anyone to give instructions, he turned around and quickly went to look for it.

A moment later, she hurried back carrying a delicate plate, saying, "Luckily, I didn't throw it away."

Xiao Tao handed the plate to the doctor, slightly out of breath.

Mother Gu's brow twitched, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart. "What could be wrong with a pastry? Don't try to pin this on me."

"If the lady is innocent, why should she fear the doctor's examination?"

Baoling nestled in the arms of Marquis Anyang, sobbing as she spoke, but her eyes inadvertently met those of Gu's mother, the provocation in which was self-evident.

Gu's mother glared at her fiercely.

The doctor took the plate and carefully examined the rose cake, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He brought the rose cake to his nose to smell it, then gently broke off a piece and put it in his mouth to taste it, before frowning.

"This rose cake contains safflower. Safflower is a potent medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. If a pregnant woman eats it, it will definitely cause a miscarriage."

Marquis Anyang's face instantly turned horribly gloomy. He released Baoling and walked step by step toward Gu's mother. "You poisonous woman, how dare you plot against my offspring!" Marquis Anyang gritted his teeth and raised his hand to strike her.

Mother Gu stared in horror, backing away repeatedly. "He wants to condemn me based on just one sentence? I have no reason to harm her child!"

"Someone must have deliberately framed him, Your Excellency! Please investigate thoroughly!"

Mother Gu panicked. She clearly hadn't even made a move yet, so how did the fire spread to her?

“It must be because you’re afraid I’ll give birth to a son,” Bao Ling cried and accused. “My lord, who else in this mansion could have such cunning and scheming methods besides the madam?”

"What have I and the child in my womb done wrong to deserve such a cruel fate..."

Looking at her affected and pretentious manner, Gu's mother's chest heaved. "I don't need to lay a hand on a son born of a concubine."

These words struck a nerve with the Marquis of Anyang, and his expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.

Baoling suddenly raised her voice, her clear voice echoing in the room: "Then why did you harm Aunt Zhao..."

She deliberately swallowed the second half of her sentence, leaving room for interpretation.

Aunt Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then put on an extremely surprised and incredulous expression.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "What did you say?"

Baoling glanced at Gu's mother, then turned to Marquis Anyang. A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. After taking a deep breath, she seemed to have made a huge decision.

"I heard it from the servants. Aunt Zhao's baby is already seven months along. A seven-month-old fetus is stable, how could she possibly miscarry so easily?"

"It was you who tampered with Aunt Zhao's pregnancy-preserving medicine. And Aunt Chun too..."