Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: You are Carrying Twins, Be Careful

The Fu Family’s ancestral home was not in the Capital City, but General Fu was actually born a commoner, his parents died of illness early on, and he learnt a few characters by eavesdropping outside a private school.

He was born with great strength and possessed an undying and indomitable spirit. He was also clever and astute, seizing opportunities to continuously learn to read, studying military strategies by lamp light.

He had spent many years in life-threatening situations, enlisting at the age of thirteen; he rose from a soldier, squad leader, rank officer, colonel, and capital commandant, finally becoming a general after more than two decades. It seemed glamorous, but those years were spent licking blood off knife-edges.

No one knew how many old wounds he had on his body.

Having been bestowed the title of General of the Northern Command and granted a mansion, General Fu relocated the dilapidated ancestral shrine of his clan here.

Due to early years of war, famine, and other disasters, barely a tenth of his clan members had survived; only the families of two surviving uncles were brought over to care for the Fu Family shrine.

The shrine had been renovated, but the memorial tablets inside were pitifully few.

An elderly clan member carefully dusted off the family register, revering it greatly.

The last time it had been opened was more than a decade ago.

Murong Jiu’s gaze fell on a memorial tablet that was as polished as new, inscribed with ‘Wife of Fu Zheng, Lady Murong.’

It was her biological mother.

It must have been because General Fu often came over to touch the tablet; Murong Shuang’s tablet was smooth and clean, without a speck of dust.

This showed how deep the affection between the husband and wife was.

For so many years, General Fu had never remarried, further proving this point.

‘Ah Jiu, offer an incense stick to your mother.’

Fu Heng lit the incense and handed it to her.

Murong Jiu took it, earnestly and with devout reverence, offered the incense to Murong Shuang.

She hoped that beneath the nine springs, her mother would not feel guilty and that she herself harbored no resentment towards anyone in her family.

She hoped her mother would reincarnate soon and be a happy and fortunate person in her next life.

In the family register, Fu Baozhu had been removed; the name of Fu Zheng and Lady Murong’s daughter had been replaced with Murong Jiu’s.

At this moment, Murong Jiu suddenly felt a sense of belonging as if her soul had found its place; vague fragments of memories she had long forgotten flashed through her mind.

It was the family register, scoffed at by the Crown Prince, who had already ascended as the Second Prince, as he opened it the last time Murong Jiu walked in with medicinal cuisine. He immediately closed it; the memory wasn’t vivid then, but now, she clearly ‘saw’ the crossed-out name and the added name.

Fu Baozhu.

Murong Jiu.

And now, the scene before her eyes coincided, written personally by General Fu himself, identical!

So it was said that in her previous life, General Fu and his four sons had already removed Fu Baozhu from the family register and recorded her name?

Murong Jiu gasped for air, the sudden suffocation of realizing the truth engulfing her, leaving her breathless.

‘Ah Jiu! Ah Jiu, what’s wrong?’

Jun Yuyan, who was just standing at the doorway, instantly stepped forward quickly, supporting her with a worried expression on his face.

Murong Jiu closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she met the anxious expressions of General Fu and the three brothers Fu Heng, all bearing a similar concern and unease in their eyes.

Worried about her health, worried that she might not want to be in the family register.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down from her eyes; not wanting her father and brothers to see, she turned and buried her face in Jun Yuyan’s chest. She didn’t want to cry, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

General Fu was frantic with worry: ‘Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, what’s wrong, don’t scare Daddy.’

Jun Yuyan held Murong Jiu tightly, yet his hands gently caressed her back as he softly consoled her, “Ah Jiu, you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t get too agitated. Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Tell me, and I’ll have Uncle Zhai brought over, okay?”

Murong Jiu shook her head, soon wetting the front of Jun Yuyan’s robe with her tears.

General Fu and Fu Heng were at a loss about what to do.

Faced with Ah Jiu, their normally clever minds had become clumsy.

“Is Ah Jiu feeling wronged? Then let’s transcribe this family register again, without any traces of alterations, just your name on it. Then we can burn this register, how about that?”

Fu Heng’s voice was very gentle, afraid to frighten his newly found little sister.

Fu Han quickly said, “Yes, yes, let’s burn this family register!”

Fu Sheng also said, “Ah Jiu, don’t be sad. We will clean up all traces in the mansion immediately! It was our fault before, but we will never let you suffer any injustice again.”

What they meant was to eliminate all traces left by Wang Baozhu, ensuring nothing would remain of her presence, so that Ah Jiu would not find anything upsetting upon returning to the General’s Mansion.

Murong Jiu finally calmed down, but upon hearing their words, she began to cry profusely again.

She didn’t feel wronged. What was there for her to feel wronged about? In her previous life, her father and brothers, along with the elders’ families and servants, totaling over a hundred people, had been beheaded or exiled.

They had died wrongful deaths with blood flowing like rivers.

And her enemies were right by her side, even as she helped the Second Prince heal and save people.

Thinking that among those she treated might be the executioners of her family, Murong Jiu felt suffocated.

She sobbed breathlessly.

Jun Yuyan’s expression darkened as he carried her out, intending to take her back to the mansion to rest.

She was with a child now, and such emotional turmoil could harm not only the baby but also her health, and Jun Yuyan could not take that risk. He had to return to the mansion quickly to stabilize her emotions, and also, Divine Doctor Zhai was at the Prince Mansion.

“Prince, I am fine, please put me down,”

Murong Jiu hurriedly said, feeling already indebted to her father and brothers in her previous life; if she just left like this, she didn’t know how anxious they would feel.

Jun Yuyan frowned but stopped walking and said to her,

“Ah Jiu, you’re very emotionally unstable right now. Since you don’t want to return, how about resting a while at the General’s Mansion first?”

Murong Jiu obediently nodded.

The four members of the Fu family felt even more guilty; Ah Jiu was unwell, yet still concerned about their feelings.

They quickly led Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu to General Fu’s main courtyard,

which was where General Fu dealt with his official matters and seldom let others enter, including Wang Baozhu, which is why her traces were minimal here.

General Fu usually slept in the bedroom inside his study for convenience. The main bedroom was rarely used, but it was cleaned daily by the servants.

As soon as Jun Yuyan placed Murong Jiu on the bed, she saw a light green brocade quilt embroidered with fresh green lotuses—an elegant design; the room also had a faint fragrance, like orchid and bamboo.

Looking further inside the room, there was a tasteful vase with fresh flowers.

At the window stood a dressing table neatly arranged with various jewelry boxes, and a wooden comb lay on the countertop.

The room looked very much like it still belonged to its mistress.

Murong Jiu also noticed on the embroidery frame, half-finished, was a pattern that looked like a little tiger’s head.

The person who embroidered it probably never anticipated she would not return, and it seemed to be dusted daily; still, it looked spotless, yet time had turned the fabric yellow and old.

Her eyes began to feel sore again.