Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!

Chapter 291 - 225: The Daily Life of Slacking Off During Pregnancy (10)

Shen Jingxian quickly ran to find the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, who were still looking at paintings, to tell them that something bad had happened—Wen Ranchen had come.

The Empress Dowager didn’t even turn her head, "It’s perfect that he’s here, let him join you in voting."

The Emperor nodded, "Yes, yes, exactly."

Shen Jingxian was at a loss for words, "This is a brothel; he’s furious, and he cried. Nothing I do works to soothe him!"

Both of them suddenly shook with realization—ah yes, this is a brothel.

Although they knew their daughter hadn’t done anything, how was their future son-in-law going to feel seeing her at a brothel...

This is bad.

The Emperor also realized it was bad; they had to urgently send their daughter to smooth things over with him, otherwise, there’d be nobody to help with the government affairs, and he didn’t want to be tortured by political matters anymore.

"Daughter, why are you still standing there? Go back and cheer him up quickly."

"But... how do I cheer him up? I tried earlier, but it didn’t work!" Shen Jingxian looked at her parents with a hopeful expression.

She felt she was much dumber now than before; she really couldn’t think of a solution.

The Empress Dowager looked exasperated, "Cry, act spoiled, cling to him, he’ll calm down in no time."

Shen Jingxian made starry eyes, "Really?"

The Emperor nodded solemnly, "Really, your mother is quite persistent when she acts spoiled."

"Bear Yuan..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, my lady, I was wrong."

Shen Jingxian looked at the elder couple thoughtfully; she seemed to understand something.

Shen Jingxian immediately took people back to the palace to cheer him up.

She cautiously pushed open the door to the bedchamber, but Wen Ranchen wasn’t inside. She then went to the study, but he wasn’t there either.

She asked the servants, and they said they didn’t know where he was.

After thinking for a long time, Shen Jingxian finally remembered a place—the Yi Fen Palace, Wen Ranchen’s previous residence.

Shen Jingxian arrived and opened the door; Wen Ranchen was indeed standing inside, facing away from the door, seemingly lost in thought.

Shen Jingxian cautiously called out, "Husband?"

Wen Ranchen didn’t turn his head, "How come the lady returned so soon."

Shen Jingxian could tell Wen Ranchen was speaking with sarcasm, but she knew she was at fault, so she couldn’t get angry. She hugged Wen Ranchen from behind and began to apologize, "Husband, I was wrong. Next time I go to such places, I’ll definitely take you with me."

Wen Ranchen, who expected Shen Jingxian to promise never to visit the brothel again: ...

"You still intend to go."

"Husband, it’s really not what you think. Wait until half a year later when women choose the oiran, I’ll take you with me; then you’ll see it’s different from what you think."

"Not interested."

"Brother Ranchen, please don’t ignore me. I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have just followed Father."

Unsure of what to say, Shen Jingxian dragged the Emperor down with her and pretended to cry.

"I felt terrible when you cried earlier, but I didn’t know... I didn’t know how to communicate with you. You know, I don’t have the skills like you and Sister Song Yan; I’ve always been clumsy, unable to guess what’s on your mind, I just... hic... just feel so sad."

Pregnant women are prone to emotional swings, so Shen Jingxian, while speaking, suddenly felt that she was the aggrieved party, thus transitioning from fake tears to genuine crying.

Big teardrops fell like they were free of charge.

Wen Ranchen sighed softly and turned to hug the Shen surnamed woman who was crying like a puppy, gently patting her back, "Alright, don’t be sad anymore, why are you crying too."

Shen Jing wasn’t to be outdone; between sobs, she retorted, "Weren’t you crying just now too."

"Who do you think is responsible for that?"

Shen Jingxian choked, "A man shouldn’t cry so easily."

A light laugh came from above her head, "That’s not what you said when you were little."

Seeing Shen Jingxian didn’t remember, Wen Ranchen mimicked someone’s tone near her ear, "Men don’t shed tears easily, except when necessary."

This familiar tone and words suddenly reminded Shen Jingxian—it was her who said it!

Back then, Wen Ranchen often bottled things up, and she was afraid he’d get sick from it, so she told him this.

It was like lifting a rock only to drop it on her own foot.

But Shen Jingxian has a knack for exploiting situations; from the moment Wen Ranchen turned around to hug her, she knew he had calmed down, so she wasn’t afraid at all and even managed to turn the tables.

"Anyway, you made me sad today; I’m very sad, the baby is also sad."

"Then what does Xian’er want me to do?"

Shen Jingxian was dazzled by Wen Ranchen’s familiar demeanor, and in a moment of rashness, she blurted out, "Come vote with me, vote for number 3."

Wen Ranchen’s face instantly darkened, turning around to leave.

Afterwards, Shen Jingxian cried, complained, and pulled for a long time before managing to cheer him up again, but she dared not mention the brothel anymore.

She could only, tearfully, send letters to Song Yan and Pan Jiaojiao from the palace, urging them to ensure the third contestant would become oiran. Oh no, not debut—become oiran.

The oiran would perform along the streets; Shen Jingxian looked forward to the day the sound of suonas echoed through the roads!

After receiving Shen Jingxian’s heartfelt plea, Song Yan and Pan Jiaojiao cursed Wen Ranchen while actually going to help Shen Jingxian in voting.

Not to mention, Pan Jiaojiao alone was a force; she even pushed the Empress Dowager to gather her old friends to contribute as well.

This oiran contest gradually became more than just an oiran contest—it represented the face of the people behind both sides!!!

Both sides competed daily, spending money against each other, relentless in their efforts.

Until one day when the two "people behind the scenes" were discussing prenatal care techniques and suddenly started complaining about how someone always opposed them, only then did they realize—the mother-daughter battle was between themselves!!

This matter concluded with Bai Lun sending over a large amount of silver; this year’s oiran contest unprecedentedly had two winners.

It’s a joke—the Emperor and the Empress Dowager; no one can afford to offend these two.

Of course, their identities are confidential; only the high-level people knew, ordinary citizens wouldn’t be aware.

Otherwise, if it got out that the Emperor and Empress Dowager visited a brothel, what a scandal that would be?

Some things can’t be said openly.

Saying them would lead to big trouble.

Time gradually passed, and Shen Jingxian’s belly grew bigger, her cravings increasingly peculiar.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she’d have a dream and wake up wanting Wen Ranchen to get her something to eat.

"Husband, I want to eat ribs."

Wen Ranchen opened his eyes, sat for a moment, then instinctively went out to give orders.

Soon, the ribs were brought before Shen Jingxian, who happily kissed Wen Ranchen’s cheek, "Husband, I love you so much! You’re the best husband ever!!"

When Shen Jingxian’s taste buds were satisfied, she didn’t mind saying more sweet words, showering Wen Ranchen with praise, and embracing him with several passionate kisses.

Wen Ranchen held a plate of ribs in one hand and supported Shen Jingxian’s waist with the other, his ears gradually reddening, "Anything else you want, just tell me."

As for the brothel, neither of them ever mentioned it again.