How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 117

Chapter 117

“Giving birth?” So soon? Has she reached full term?

Counting it, she was barely over eight months.

However, first-time mothers often did not reach full term, and premature birth was common.

Su Wan’ning smiled. “Since my elder sister is giving birth, this younger sister should go and see.”

The maid’s expression turned sour. Su Wan’ning glanced at her and said, “Speak your mind.”

The maid replied, “Wet Nurse Liu just sent word… saying that Side Consort should focus on her confinement and not interfere with Yunqi Hall matters.”

Su Wan’ning, upon hearing this, casually swept the teacup off the table.

The maid froze, terrified, completely subdued by Su Wan’ning’s presence.

Su Wan’ning, however, smiled. “It’s fine. If she gives birth, she gives birth. She may not even survive.”

That night, Sacred-Handed Lin and Sacred-Handed Lin both entered the Crown Prince’s residence, to Yunqi Hall.

The Crown Prince, unusually, was standing outside Yunqi Hall and looked somewhat anxious.

When Lu Hanzhi and Lin Chongyun arrived, he personally came out to greet them.

No matter how much grudges he had with Lu Hanzhi, with this living genius by his side, both Princess Zhaoyun and his young heir would be safe and secure.

Lu Hanzhi had no objections simply because the child about to be born was the Crown Prince’s. To him, life was equal.

Besides, he had a good relationship with Princess Zhaoyun; they often wrote letters to check in on each other when free.

He could see that Princess Zhaoyun was very lonely.

With her personality, she was not the type to stay quietly in one place.

But for the sake of giving birth, she had stayed in Yunqi Hall for more than half a year, not even stepping outside.

Lu Hanzhi and Sacred-Handed Lin entered Yunqi Hall. Wet Nurse Liu was guarding the door outside.

Outside, the maids and attendants were in a flurry, but inside, Princess Zhaoyun’s expression seemed fine—it appeared she hadn’t started labor yet.

Lu Hanzhi walked to the bedside and asked, “How are you? Eat something, so you’ll have energy when it’s time to give birth.”

Princess Zhaoyun replied, “I’ve eaten. You came just in time; I have something I want to tell you.”

Lu Hanzhi sat beside her bed. Sacred-Handed Lin checked her fetal position and asked, “Has the midwife arrived?”

Princess Zhaoyun nodded. “Yes, I had them wait outside.”

Then she looked at Lu Hanzhi and said, “The other day when I was walking in the garden, I accidentally overheard Side Consort Wan’s maid talking about the western frontier. I didn’t hear clearly, but it’s definitely related to Prince An. You should warn him to be careful, not to act rashly, or he’ll fall into a trap.”

Hearing Princess Zhaoyun’s words, Lu Hanzhi felt deeply moved.

He hadn’t expected that in such a tense situation, she would confide in him.

Lu Hanzhi nodded. “I’ll make sure to warn him.”

Princess Zhaoyun said, “I’ve been feeling uneasy lately, always fearing something will go wrong. I hope it’s just my imagination.”

Lu Hanzhi, of course, knew she wasn’t imagining things. As she suspected, Yuwen Mingji was already secretly plotting with the Six Kingdom Alliance to encircle Yuwen Min.

After several battles, he likely realized that direct confrontation offered no chance of success.

Yuwen Mingji was skilled in subtle schemes. While the Six Kingdom Alliance seemed pacified on the surface, undercurrents quietly began to stir.

Princess Zhaoyun furrowed her brows as spasms of pain wracked her abdomen.

Lu Hanzhi knew she was going into labor.

Sacred-Handed Lin went to the outer room to fetch the midwife.

Lu Hanzhi also wanted to step outside, but Princess Zhaoyun held his hand tightly, refusing to let him leave.

It was likely the deep-seated trust she had in Lu Hanzhi at play.

She felt that without him, she might not have survived to this point.

At least, her child might not have been saved the last time.

Lu Haozhi came over to assist, setting a basin of warm water nearby. “Third Brother, what can I do to help?”

Lu Hanzhi said, “Go prepare a few clean outfits for the young heir!”

Lu Haozhi took a small bundle from a maid behind him. “No need for instructions, Third Brother. I’ve already prepared them.”

The young maid looked familiar—he must have seen her in Madam Lu’s room before.

Last time, Lu Hanzhi had instructed Madam Lu to send some useful attendants for Lu Haozhi; he hadn’t expected them to arrive so quickly.

Lu Hanzhi glanced at the maid. She bowed. “Your humble servant, Jin Xiu, greets Third Young Master.”

“Jin Xiu?” Lu Hanzhi asked. “Is there also a Zheng Rong?”

The maid answered respectfully, “Yes, Third Young Master. They came together, along with Ru Yi and Ji Xiang.”

Madam Lu always paired names for her attendants, like Qin Se and Yu Feng, Luan Feng and He Ming.

Lu Haozhi’s attendants—Jin Xiu, Zheng Rong, Ru Yi, Ji Xiang—were all sent by Madam Lu.

Lu Haozhi said, “Thank you, Third Brother. Mother has been thoughtful.”

Lu Hanzhi waved his hand. “This way, it’s easier for you to manage. People from the Lu household are more reliable than those in the Crown Prince’s residence.”

Princess Zhaoyun squeezed Lu Hanzhi’s hand tightly. The midwife glanced and said, “Princess, push hard! I can see the baby’s head!”

Princess Zhaoyun was soaked in sweat. Lu Haozhi was a little frightened.

Thinking of the child in his own belly, he imagined that giving birth would be just as grueling.

Lu Hanzhi sighed. “Childbirth is truly like walking through the gates of the underworld. I really don’t understand why some would risk turning a perfectly good man into a tool for giving birth, all for wealth and fame.”

Lu Haozhi had never thought about it before, but the logic was sound.

If he were an ordinary man, managing the Lu family business with his elder brother, marrying a lovely wife, life would have been pleasant enough.

But now, trapped in the Crown Prince’s residence and paying such a heavy price, he finally understood the truth.

While Lu Haozhi was lost in thought, a baby’s cry suddenly rang out.

The two midwives shouted joyfully, “Congratulations, Princess! It’s a young heir!”

Soon, a midwife ran to inform the Crown Prince, who was overjoyed and exclaimed, “Quick! Go report to the palace! This is the true eldest grandson of the Yuwen family!”

Lu Hanzhi: …

Do they have to distinguish between legitimate and secondary heirs now?

He and Lin Chongyun checked on Princess Zhaoyun’s condition, then reminded Lu Haozhi to attend closely to her these next few days. They then returned to the residence together.

Before leaving, Lu Hanzhi, still uneasy, exchanged for a simple protective talisman and attached it to a small gold lock, hanging it on the child.

He instructed Wet Nurse Liu, “Never remove the gold lock. Just say it’s a protective talisman obtained through prayer. Removing it would be bad for the child.”

Wet Nurse Liu understood. “Then I’ll say it was personally requested by the Grand Princess.”

Lu Hanzhi nodded in satisfaction, feeling very pleased with Wet Nurse Liu.

Sure enough, she was a strong and capable informant.

As Lu Hanzhi stepped outside, he happened to run into the carriage of the Grand Princess entering the residence.

It seemed she had just received the news of Princess Zhaoyun’s childbirth and hurried over in a rush.

The two didn’t exchange greetings. The Grand Princess was likely focused solely on seeing her daughter and hadn’t noticed Lu Hanzhi.

After leaving Yunqi Hall, Lu Hanzhi ran into Su Wan’ning in the rear courtyard.

With a smile in her eyes, Su Wan’ning stepped forward and said, “Cousin Hanzhi, you have quite the skillful hands. I’m really curious—what is it you’re holding that I don’t know about?”

Lu Hanzhi looked up at Su Wan’ning, his expression calm and untroubled.

He spoke: “Side Consort Wan, what are you saying? I don’t quite understand.”

Su Wan’ning replied, “Cousin, why pretend to be clueless? We both know what’s in play. There’s no need to hide things from each other.”

Lu Hanzhi asked, “Oh? Cousin, and what exactly have you seen?”

Su Wan’ning sneered, “My Wan Ji Fragrant Shop—has it ever harmed your interests? Is what you’re doing meant to cut off my profits?”

Lu Hanzhi laughed in exasperation. “Su Wan’ning, let me ask you something. Who exactly are you? Where did you come from? And what is your purpose here? I just want to ask—what is your moral line? What reason justifies disregarding human life, exchanging a month of someone’s life for a month of beauty?”

Hearing this, Su Wan’ning felt a twinge of guilt. “Everyone has their desires. If they want beauty and I give it to them at the proper cost, what’s wrong with that?”

Lu Hanzhi said, “There’s a lot wrong. Human life is priceless. You nearly destroyed three lives and feel no remorse at all. Clearly, Side Consort Wan, your values are completely warped.”

Su Wan’ning countered, “If we’re talking about that, then I have to ask you, cousin. My incense only lasts a month. As long as I reclaim its effect in time, the people return to normal; their lives aren’t at risk. Why then did you forcibly accelerate the talisman’s effect?”

Lu Hanzhi said, “If I hadn’t accelerated it, how would I have shattered your little daydream, cousin? Using lives for profit—amazing that you even came up with that!”

Su Wan’ning’s face darkened. She stepped forward. “Then don’t blame me for ignoring family ties. If we meet on the battlefield in the future, cousin, take care of yourself!”

Lu Hanzhi stepped forward to confront her, calm and unwavering. “Su Wan’ning, you should have realized this from the moment you harmed Ah Chan. Let’s see who wins in the end.”

The two faced off for several minutes. Finally, Lu Hanzhi sneered, “What? Side Consort Wan, not returning to confinement yet? Do you want the Emperor to punish you again?”

Su Wan’ning shot him a venomous glare, then turned and returned to her Ningxiang Pavilion.

Lu Hanzhi turned and walked out, addressing Sacred-Handed Lin, who was standing nearby. “Looks like we’ve got more work ahead of us.”

Lin Chongyun asked, “So she’s the one who impersonated Ah Shu?”

Lu Hanzhi said, “That’s just my suspicion. The case was closed years ago and can’t easily be overturned. Unless Ah Shu recovers and personally identifies her, it remains speculation.”

Lin Chongyun nodded. “Understood.”

The two remained mostly silent on the way back. Once home, Lu Hanzhi locked himself in the side wing to study the flammable oil cabinet.

His original plan to go to the palace and see Imperial Concubine Rong was delayed.

Finally, with the ironworker’s help, Lu Hanzhi completed the flammable oil cabinet and breathed a sigh of relief.

With this, Yuwen Min would have a greater chance of success at the frontier.

Yuwen Jue worried for Lu Hanzhi, fearing that his constant busyness might harm his health.

He didn’t eat much in a day, yet continuously consumed his energy.

Yuwen Jue brought him some food. At that moment, Lu Hanzhi had just finished testing the oil cabinet and was resting nearby.

Seeing Yuwen Jue approach, he waved and said, “Second Sister-in-law, perfect timing. I have something to discuss with you.”

Yuwen Jue asked, “Hmm?”

Lu Hanzhi, a bit embarrassed, said, “I want… to personally go to the western frontier.”

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