If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

The next day, after the emperor finished his morning court, he went to Qingliang Palace to see Princess Wen Yi. Because Lingrong knew that the cassava starch incident had nothing to do with her, she did not go with him and found an excuse to go see Shen Meiyu.

"Sister Mei, you were frightened yesterday. You should be more at ease today." Ling Rong came to see Shen Meizhuang with a plate of crystal red date cake. She wanted to tactfully remind Shen Meizhuang to be careful of Zhen Huan, but she didn't know how to say it. After all, Shen Meizhuang's friendship with Zhen Huan was deeper than her own, and she didn't know who Shen Meizhuang would believe.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine," Sister Mei's expression was a little sad. She was a little uneasy and worried. She was afraid that the child would die because of her poor protection.

"Sister Mei, you seem to be running low on energy now. Do you want to take a rest?" Ling Rong looked at her with some concern.

"Lingrong, who told me that plum? Who wants to harm my child?" Shen Meizhuang placed one hand gently on her abdomen and held Lingrong's arm tightly with the other hand. Her first reaction was Concubine Hua, but she carefully observed Concubine Hua's reaction at that time, and Concubine Hua did not seem to know about this.

"Sister Mei, I don't know, but it's a good thing you didn't eat it." Ling Rong gently held Mei Zhuang's hand, and seeing her mad look, she didn't dare to mention it again.

"Sister Mei, let me go for a walk with you. Let's go see Noble Lady Fucha." Lingrong wanted to take her out for a walk. It would not do to let her stay here and think about random things.

Lingrong did not let her refuse, and ordered Caiyue to change Meizhuang into comfortable thick flat shoes, and took her out for a walk. The child was just three months old, and Meizhuang's belly was not yet obvious, but her face had already begun to round. Lingrong knew that it would be difficult to give birth to a big child, so she just asked the sedan chair to follow from a distance, and only waited until she could not walk anymore before sitting in the sedan chair. Unexpectedly, Meizhuang was restless and the two of them walked to Noble Lady Fucha's side.

"Sister Mei, you are getting older now, you should walk more, so that you can be strong and the baby can be strong too." Ling Rong thought that she should talk about something related to the child, so as to divert her attention.

"Really?" Hearing words that were good for children, Mei Zhuang suddenly perked up.

"Yes, sister Mei, you have lived in the boudoir for a long time and don't know. I have seen the wife of a tenant farmer in my family. She was six or seven months old and still worked in the fields. My aunt told me that the more such children are, the harder they are to raise." Lingrong said to her with a smile. Lingrong really heard this, but there was no tenant farmer in her family. She heard it from her aunt.

"The tenant's wife is just in need of livelihood, otherwise who would be willing to let a pregnant wife work in the fields." Mei Zhuang looked sad. Ling Rong didn't know how to comfort her. She knew how to rub salt into her wounds. It was really difficult for her to comfort people.

"Sister Mei, what I want to say is that you are strong and the baby will be fine. But you can't take too many supplements, because if the baby is too big it will be difficult to give birth." Ling Rong whispered in Mei Zhuang's ear. Everyone hopes that the baby is as strong as possible, and this is the first one who says that the baby can't be too big.

"Sister Mei, if you don't believe it, you can ask your family members. All difficult births must be caused by babies who are too big to be delivered." Ling Rong had reminded Mei Zhuang before to exercise more and not get too fat because of this reason, but she didn't explain it so clearly at the time.

Shen Meizhuang nodded in confusion, because a maid who worked beside her recently advised her to eat more, saying that the stronger the child, the more pleasing the Empress Dowager and the Emperor would be. "Sister, this is for my own good. I will definitely remember it." Although she agreed, she wanted to send a message to her family to check when she returned.