After Kicking Over the Scumbag, the Whole City Wants to Marry Me-Chapter 450: Strange Gu Ying

Zhao Hui and Mrs. Lin did not say much. The young lady had a narrow escape from death to continue the Zhao family's bloodline. The couple was too overjoyed to blame her.

Now that Zhao Changdu had woken up, Gu Ying and the child would inevitably have to move into this secluded courtyard to live together.

After some small talk with Mrs. Lin and the others, they all tactfully left space for the long separated couple.

Soon, there were only Zhao Changdu and Gu Ying left in the not too big or small room.

Zhao Changdu's gaze remained fixed on the uneasy small face of the young lady. From entering the room until now, she had barely looked up to meet his eyes.

He looked at her with dark, complicated eyes.

After not seeing her for a few months, the young lady wore a light blue chiffon dress. Her figure was much thinner. After giving birth, her slender waist had become even more delicate. From his perspective, the slightly exposed two pieces of fair and flushed cheeks were more like peeled eggs, tender and smooth.

No matter how much blame he had in his heart, at this moment when he saw her, those words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a single one.

Gu Ying still stood at the door, not daring to get close, only lowering her little head and staring at her own toes.

With her intelligence, she must already know that Jiang Yin had told him everything.

The man sighed in his heart. He narrowed his jet black phoenix eyes and looked at her with great complexity.

"Come here," he said hoarsely, waving his hand at her.

Gu Ying froze. She slowly walked over to the man.

Zhao Changdu noticed the young lady's estrangement. His brows furrowed slightly as his deep and profound dark eyes steadily focused on her face.

Contrary to his expectations, the expected sadness and grievance did not appear on her face. Even for such a big matter, she didn't even ask a single question or give an explanation?

"Prince..." The woman pulled a smile and said dryly, "It's good that you woke up. I was very worried..."

Zhao Changdu spoke playfully, his eyes unusually cold. "Worried that I wouldn't wake up?"

The woman was somewhat panic stricken. "No, no."

The man's eyes were deep and profound. He looked deeply at her once. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Why are you so estranged?"

The woman lowered her head again, "...No...it's just that I haven't recovered yet..."

Zhao Changdu looked at her thoughtfully. "It must have been hard on you."

The woman raised her head, bewilderment in her eyes. "Huh?"

The man's tone was cold. "I said, the child."

"Ah, the child!" The light in the woman's eyes bent slightly, as if suddenly realizing something. She patted her own head, "Look at me, how could I have forgotten about this. The child is in Yin Lan's arms. Prince, do you want to take a look?"

Zhao Changdu's long eyes narrowed slightly, becoming increasingly gloomy and cold. He only felt that the person in front of him was extremely strange. Even with a smile at the corner of her mouth, she still looked like she was acting.

He had just woken up and his whole body was weak. He leaned against the bed, but stretched out his big hand with an overbearing aura.

Gu Ying took a look at it, slight panic and unease flashing in her eyes. Under the tremendous pressure of the man's gaze, she timidly put her hand in his big, cool palm.

She shuddered and quickly retracted her hand the moment she put it in.

Zhao Changdu coldly grabbed her and hugged her into his arms. "What are you avoiding?"

The woman in his arms instantly tensed up. Although very scared, she still stubbornly said, "The Prince misunderstood, I didn't..."

Zhao Changdu lowered his eyes. Detecting the woman's strange fragrance and seeing a red mole on the back of her neck, he immediately pushed her away with knitted brows. The coldness slowly crept into his eyes.

"Get out!"

Gu Ying froze. Her heartbeat jumped to her throat. She was instantly frightened, her back turning cold. "I, I'll go check on Nian first..."

She said, fleeing from the room as if escaping.

Zhao Changdu angrily glared at her retreating figure. Covering his panicking chest with one big hand, he started coughing violently. "Huai An!"

Huai An ran in from outside, puzzled. "Master, what's wrong?"

Zhao Changdu pulled a sinister, gloomy smile at the corner of his lips. His brows and eyes emitted a chilling, terrifying aura. Recalling the mole on the back of that woman's neck, his tone lowered. "Where is the child? Go and bring Nian here."

Huai An didn't understand why his master was so angry. His heart thumped wildly. "The young mistress took him away."

Zhao Changdu looked up, danger swirling in the pitch black of his eyes. "Quick, go and bring the child back."

Huai An was full of doubts, but didn't dare ask more. He obediently walked out.

...

Coming out of the secluded courtyard in Changfeng Pavilion.

Yin Lan and Yanzhi chatted all the way about the benefits after the Prince woke up.

"Sister Yin Lan, then when we go back today we can properly pack up. Tomorrow, or the day after, we can first move the little prince's things into Changfeng Pavilion. What do you think?"

Yin Lan smiled meaningfully. "I think it's great. In any case, it’s definitely right to get everything packed up first."

After all, the deep affection between the Prince and his wife was like fish in water. It had been so long since they last met. The Prince had just recovered and the mistress had just finished her postpartum confinement.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. For the young couple, how could there be no fire from the sparks?

She was afraid that the Prince was even more eager for his wife to move back.

Yanzhi understood and smiled. "The Prince and Mistress were originally fine with each other. If the little prince's things are added, wouldn’t the secluded courtyard be too crowded?"

After all, it was just a place for recuperation. Apart from Huai An concocting medicine and the like, the Prince didn’t have many things there during his month-long coma, let alone preparations for a child.

Yin Lan smiled slightly. "Mrs. Lin’s intention is that she still wants the little prince to live in Lingxi Pavilion. Whether it’s the Duke, his wife, the old Duke or Miss Gu's father, who doesn’t want to raise our cute little prince? If they fight over him, they’ll have to start fighting again."

As the two talked about something amusing, they suddenly realized upon glancing up that Gu Ying walking ahead hadn’t said a word, appearing unusually silent.

"Mistress? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Yin Lan and Yanzhi looked at each other. They felt that the mistress in front of them was becoming more and more strange.

Ever since the fire at Changfeng Pavilion, the mistress had rarely visited the Prince after regaining consciousness, let alone take more than a glance at the little prince.

On the rare occasions she held him, the usually well behaved little prince would cry inconsolably as soon as he fell into the mistress' arms.

Afterwards, the mistress became even more reluctant to hold the little prince.

Yin Lan felt something was wrong and privately asked Mrs. Lin about it once.

Mrs Lin simply said, "She almost died in childbirth. She must resent the child in her heart. Not every mother will unconditionally love her own child. Often, when the child almost takes your life, the mother will also hate the child. Take it slowly. When she recovers, she will actively get close to little Nian."

But so much time had passed and the mistress was still indifferent towards the little prince.

"Mistress, what's the matter with you?" Yin Lan placed the child in her mistress's arms, looking at her doubtfully. "Why are you drenched in sweat after coming out of the Prince's room?"