Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 152 - : The Wife-Seeking Husband Is Busy, While the Star of Fortune Calmly Farms, Ending the Lineage Crisis 12

Chapter 152 -152: The Wife-Seeking Husband Is Busy, While the Star of Fortune Calmly Farms, Ending the Lineage Crisis 12

Both of them harbored their own thoughts as they finished the meal.

In the afternoon, Su Zhiruan continued to work in the fields, while Fu Huaichu stayed at home to take care of the herbs she had planted.

Meanwhile, an uncle who was also tilling the land came over curiously with his tools in hand, “Ruanruan, have you heard? It seems a big shot has arrived around here.”

“A big shot?” Su Zhiruan pretended not to know and lifted her head to look at the uncle.

The uncle, seeing her ignorance, explained, “It’s said that someone from the court is here looking for people. It could be Imperial Relatives or a high official from the court. With such a grand affair, it might just be as the rumors say – the Crown Prince or a Prince has gone missing.”

Su Zhiruan’s brow twitched.

The ‘big shot’ referred to was naturally Fu Huaichu.

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Her time was running short.

Su Zhiruan’s pace quickened as she worked.

It seemed that starting today, she would have to return home earlier.

*

Deep into the night.

It was time to sleep.

After blowing out the candle, Su Zhiruan tightly gripped his robe’s sash and leaned in close.

“Ruanruan, your waist doesn’t hurt anymore?”

In the darkness, the Crown Prince’s voice was refined and deep. His hands, with visible veins, moved slowly as he leaned towards her, unreasonably reminding Su Zhiruan of a modern cello.

“My waist hurts…” In the room, the moonlight slowly shrouded the mist on the latticed windows. Fu Huaichu heard her voice and felt her hands stroking his shoulder, then slowly drifting, “I need my husband to rub it for it to get better.”

“So Ruanruan likes it this way,” he did as she asked. His large hand moved down, tracing along the sash. With just a gentle tug, all the wonderful scenes would be exposed before him. Each night during this period, he could feel—Fu Huaichu’s voice grew huskier, and he drew closer and closer until, in the end, he was right at her ear. With a light chuckle, his lips brushed against her earlobe, “Then I… must dutifully obey.”

The soft and delicate touch on her lips felt real. After the rustling sounds, clothes continued to fall to the ground, like fluttering feathers dropping into the dust.

Su Zhiruan’s arm was snow-white, blocking half the view. She trembled, feeling a chill in her legs.

“Ruanruan, it seems you’re quite eager as well,” he noted.

Su Zhiruan shook her head, unwilling to look at his hand.

But when she glanced over with the corner of her eye, she caught Fu Huaichu unconsciously licking his lips, smiling at her.

…

The night deepened.

But here, the nightingales sang their quiet, lingering songs.

Even the moon hid behind the clouds, as if pulling down layers of curtains for the world, inviting a good sleep.

Su Zhiruan was deliberately teasing him, if once wasn’t enough, then twice. Whether it was action or words, it stirred Fu Huaichu incessantly.

The two had just married recently, and such deliberate provocation could make any man lose control, including him.

After several hours of turmoil, Su Zhiruan’s voice was hoarse; she couldn’t even utter a complete sentence. She was so sleepy her eyelids quivered and were about to close.

“…no more…”

As Fu Huaichu was helping her up, Su Zhiruan kept murmuring in her mouth. Tears shimmered in the corners of her eyes, and her arms and legs were flushed with red.

“No more, have some water before sleeping.” Fu Huaichu poured a bowl of water and brought it to her lips, his tone gentle, “Open your mouth.”

Su Zhiruan drank a sip confusedly and then collapsed onto the bed as if boneless.

Fu Huaichu wiped off the light sweat from her body, tidied up the bed a bit, and then held her as they both peacefully fell asleep.

It was a contented night.

In the following few days, this was how Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu spent their time together.

Fu Huaichu had just turned twenty, young and full of stamina, often making love until the wee hours of the night.

Initially, Su Zhiruan would intentionally flirt, but later on, Fu Huaichu didn’t even need her to do anything; whenever he had the opportunity and time, he just wanted to get close to her, to be next to her.

They even tried fooling around in the courtyard. After they finished, Su Zhiruan’s ears were completely red, and she didn’t even dare to lift her head to look at him.

In just a few short days, she could tell by a mere glance at Fu Huaichu’s eyes what he was thinking of doing next.

That day, Su Zhiruan went to check on the fields and was preparing to return when she heard some noises in the courtyard. She didn’t push the door open but, just like the last time, squatted in the same place to watch.

In the courtyard.

The Hidden Guard knelt before Fu Huaichu; this time he was wise and didn’t touch Su Zhiruan’s herbs.

“Crown Prince, the ceremonial guard is waiting at the County Magistrate Residence. May I ask—” the Hidden Guard knelt on the ground, not daring to look around, “are you, living here with a woman?”

“You seem to know quite a bit,” Fu Huaichu said indifferently, his tone unreadable, “What else do you know?”

The Hidden Guard hesitated, unsure whether he should speak or not, his eyes revealing a look of uncertainty.

Fu Huaichu cut to the chase, “Speak.”

“Have you married her?” The Hidden Guard had many subordinates, and the news of Fu Huaichu’s marriage to Su Zhiruan was not a secret in Su Family village. Anyone who inquired even a little would know everything, “Are you going to take her back to the palace?”

“You are being presumptuous,” Fu Huaichu dropped this comment, “Step down for now. I will make my own decisions about this, and I will be returning to the capital in a few days.”

The Hidden Guard knew that the Emperor and the Empress wouldn’t mind bringing back one more country girl. If the Crown Prince could return, the mission assigned by the Emperor could likewise be smoothly completed, “Crown Prince, your residence doesn’t have a mistress. By taking Miss Su back, the Eastern Palace will gain a lady of the house. I will take my leave now and return shortly to escort the Crown Prince back.”

After speaking, the Hidden Guard performed his salutation and then left the place.

Su Zhiruan didn’t immediately go back but took a longer route instead, calling the system to awaken in her mind.

She didn’t have much time left. If she wanted to complete the system task of having a child before Fu Huaichu revealed his true identity and prepared to return to the palace, she had to act fast.

Merely relying on their recent intimate encounters might not be enough; she also needed the system’s calculations.

She looked into the distance, feeling the system awakening within her mind.

“System, I remember you once had a feature,” she asked aloud while sitting on the ridge. The crops in the field were thriving, but at that moment, she had no interest in observing them, “Didn’t you once tell me you could find out if I was pregnant?”

[Yes, that feature is available.]

Su Zhiruan pondered for a moment, “Do me a favor, if I am pregnant, remind me at once.”

[Of course.]

[Let me check on your physical condition.]

The system began scanning Su Zhiruan’s condition in a considerate manner.

When the scan reached her abdomen, the system hesitated.

Immediately after, it released the scan result with a mechanical voice.

[Host, you are already pregnant.]

“What?”

Not only did the system seem to glitch, but Su Zhiruan herself also couldn’t believe it.

She subconsciously touched her belly, which was still flat, without the slightest sign of a bump.