On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Mrs. Shen was concerned and sensitive about the fetus in her belly.

She looked at Jiang Tangli, then at Yan Ruyu, and placed one hand on her lower abdomen.

"Ali, what do you mean?"

Jiang Tangli gently held her hand, and they were both surprised to find that each other's fingertips were cold.

Yan Ruyu switched her eyes and looked at her belly again.

It was empty, there was no fetus.

Yan Ruyu sighed in her heart and went forward to feel her pulse. Her fingers were clenched so tightly that even her arms were stiff.

"Ma'am, relax."

Mrs. Shen couldn't relax, so she took a few deep breaths and slowly loosened her fingers.

Yan Ruyu said nothing and took her pulse. Apart from false pregnancy, she could not see anything else.

However, Yan Ruyu knew that her grasp of the pulse was not as accurate as that of Doctor Cao, so she did not dare to be careless.

Yan Ruyu withdrew her hand. Mrs. Shen wanted to ask something, but she moved her lips twice and did not dare to open her mouth.

"Mrs. Shen," Yan Ruyu said slowly, "Excuse me for being frank."

Jiang Tangli held Mrs. Shen's hand tightly, and Mrs. Shen's attention was all on Yan Ruyu's lips.

"You are not pregnant."

What Mrs. Shen was most worried about was hearing that there was something abnormal about the fetus in her belly. Just now, countless terrible thoughts flashed through her mind.

But I haven't thought about this alone.

"Not pregnant?" She was at a loss for words. "What do you mean? I clearly..."

Yan Ruyu couldn't bear to look at her belly: "There is no fetus in your belly."

Mrs. Shen was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then she couldn't help but laugh briefly: "How ridiculous! I'm pregnant now, how could I not have a fetus? What nonsense are you talking about? If it wasn't because Ali brought you here, I would have ordered someone to kick you out right now!"

Yan Ruyu was not annoyed. Mrs. Shen's reaction was within her expectations. It was even calmer than she had imagined, probably because she was considering Jiang Tangli.

"Third sister," Jiang Tangli whispered, "please listen to what she has to say first."

Mrs. Shen tilted her head to look at her, her eyes scrutinizing, her shock and anger difficult to suppress.

"Ali, do you believe her lies too?"

"Third sister..."

"Ma'am, you and I have no grudges against each other. There is no need for me to lie to you about this."

Yan Ruyu's voice was slow, like deep flowing water, soothing Mrs. Shen's anger.

"But my pregnancy was obtained by my husband from Shenyuan Temple, and has always been taken care of by Doctor Hong, and there has never been any problem. Now that I am pregnant, you say that there is no fetus in my belly, how can I believe you?"

No one would believe it easily.

Yan Ruyu's voice remained calm: "Mrs. Shen, do you also believe in ghosts and gods? After being married for several years without having a child, one day you go to a temple to pray for a child and you will have one. Shenyuan Temple is not a century-old temple with a lot of incense, and there is not even a Guanyin who can send children."

Mrs. Shen's breath was slightly choked: "So what? I am pregnant and it is true."

"Seeing is not necessarily believing. Besides," Yan Ruyu paused, "Have you ever felt the fetus's movements?"

"Not yet. It's still a little early, but it will be soon. Doctor Hong said that some fetuses move late."

Yan Ruyu didn't speak immediately. She picked up the medicine bowl beside her and touched it with her finger, and the space sounded an alarm.

Her face turned slightly cold as she brought the bowl of soup to her nose. The smell of medicine was strong and not very pleasant.

She took a vial and partially filled it.

Mrs. Shen looked at her actions in shock: "What are you going to do?"

"Madam Shen, the saying that people pray for children and marriage in Shenyuan Temple is deliberately done by someone. They use the notes written by the wishers to screen those who can agree. People who pray for children usually have two ways."

Yan Ruyu spoke slowly and in a gentle voice, because she didn't want to give Mrs. Shen too much of a shock.

But even so, when she mentioned the two possibilities, Mrs. Shen's body softened and she almost couldn't sit still.

Jiang Tangli quickly held her up and said, "Third sister, you have to hold on."

Mrs. Shen came back to her senses, clenched her teeth, and still had a glimmer of hope in her heart: "No, my child is what my husband wants, not..."

"Sima Shen is in a high position and has great power. If he goes to ask for it personally, they may be afraid of Shen's power and position and dare not use those dirty tricks, so..."

Yan Ruyu paused and said, "Use medicine to assist it."

"The medicine can make a person falsely pregnant. As time goes by, the abdomen swells, but there is no fetus. When the pregnant woman is about to give birth, they will ask the midwife to come and bring the baby with her."

"This is impossible, too absurd," Mrs. Shen shook her head, unable to accept it. "Is it my own child? How could I not know? Unless I faint, otherwise when I wake up..."

When she said this, she suddenly paused, as if she realized something. Her face turned pale and fear was reflected in her dark eyes.

"Yes, what if you can't wake up?" Yan Ruyu said out her fear, "The midwife will let you die in childbirth. Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell. If you die in childbirth, it's normal. Who will hold you accountable?"

Mrs. Shen bit her lips so hard that she didn't even realize it was broken.

"But Doctor Hong..."

Yan Ruyu asked, "Who prescribed this medicine for you?"

Mrs. Shen glanced at the medicine bowl and said, "It's Doctor Hong."

Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Doctor Hong, it seems necessary to talk to him."

Mrs. Shen looked at her calm appearance. Her appearance and figure were ordinary, but she could not hide her sharpness when she spoke just now.

"Ali, where did you find her?"

Jiang Tangli held her hand tightly and didn't tell the truth: "Third sister, didn't you receive the letter from home? It was my aunt who asked me to bring Runiang to you."

The aunt she was referring to was Mrs. Shen's mother.

Mrs. Shen was shocked again: "When has my family ever written to me? Every time I wrote a letter, it fell on deaf ears. I thought...my grandfather must not have forgiven me yet and forbade people to write to me."

Jiang Tangli shook her head: "Third sister, what are you thinking about? We are a family of the Jiang family, we are of the same blood and branches. We have been through so many ups and downs over the years, and there has never been any talk of splitting up or breaking up."

"What's so important about you?"

Mrs. Shen thought about it and realized that this was the truth. The Jiang family of Taizhou, a century-old family, had been able to prosper from generation to generation because they were united and helped each other.

Even if a girl marries someone else, her husband's family will not look down on her. In addition to Jiang's reputation, the family members behind her are united. If something really happens, they will stand up for their girl.

Mrs. Shen was in a state of confusion and could not figure out what was going on: "Then why..."

"Also, you said that someone had sent me some medicinal herbs. Third sister, I never received them."

Mrs. Shen understood immediately this time: "You mean, your family has never received my letter?"

"Yes," Jiang Tangli did not discuss this topic in depth. The most urgent thing at the moment was to take care of her fetus first.

"Runiang is the one my aunt asked me to bring to you. She is absolutely reliable."

When Mrs. Shen heard that it was someone sent by her mother, she felt more trust and favor for him.

Her mind was in a state of confusion and she did not notice Jiang Tangli's slightly guilty look at this moment.