Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 171

Nangong Shiyu was taken aback. "Isn't the Prince Xian following up on this matter?"

Nalan Jingwen shook her head. This time, she had essentially sided with Nangong Shiyu. Since she did not want to get involved in their struggle, she could only keep a low profile and avoid showing her face as much as possible to avoid trouble.

"No, my husband is waiting for me. I prefer the boudoir."

Nangong Shiyu understood that this matter should not be made light of, and caution was needed. She could roughly guess what Nalan Jingwen meant, so she didn't say anything more.

"Then I, on behalf of these people, thank the wise king."

Nalan Jingwen waved his hand and left gracefully.

Looking at the red figure, Nangong Shiyu's admiration deepened.

Several imperial physicians approached cautiously and asked, "Your Highness, has the Prince Xian really left like this? Can we still go to the post station to look for her?"

"What are you doing with her?"

The imperial physicians were all delighted. "Many of the things that Prince Xian taught us are not found in the books. We would like to have more discussions with Prince Xian."

Their thoughts were written all over their faces. What they called "exchange" was just a way of wanting others to teach them more.

Even Physician Wang looked at her with obvious expectation.

After thinking for a moment, Nangong Shiyu said, "Without permission, you are not allowed to disturb the Wise Prince."

Everyone visibly wilted, their expressions somber.

"Let's resolve this issue first, and we can deal with the rest next time."

"However, we must not alert them, lest we cause panic."

It would be best if the plague could be contained before the rumors spread.

"Yes."

Everyone then perked up again, and Physician Wang proceeded with the arrangements one by one, based on what Nalan Jingwen had written.

……

When Nalan Jingwen returned to the inn, Jinse had already gotten up and was sitting by the window, staring blankly down below with an envious expression. She didn't even notice Nalan Jingwen walking up behind her.

Nalan Jingwen looked down and saw a couple. The wife was accompanying her husband, but judging from the woman's cautious manner and the man's slightly protruding belly, it was not hard to tell that the man was pregnant.

Nalan Jingwen's expression turned somewhat strange. She had always known that the man was pregnant, but this was the first time she had ever seen a pregnant man.

To be honest, I'm still not quite used to it.

Nalan Jingwen looked away and hugged Jinse from behind, asking, "What are you looking at?"

Jinse was slightly stunned, then turned around, hugged Nalan Jingwen's waist, pressed her face against Nalan Jingwen's lower abdomen, and spoke softly.

"When did the prince come back?"

"It's been a while, and seeing that you were engrossed in your reading, I didn't want to disturb you."

Jinse stiffened slightly, loosened her grip on Jinse's waist, and spoke tentatively.

"Your Highness saw it all?"

Nalan Jingwen stroked his head, a faint smile curving his lips.

"I saw it."

The person in his arms stiffened further and remained silent.

Nalan Jingwen continued, "Does Jinse want a child?"

The person in her arms suddenly stood up, then knelt before her, head bowed, body trembling slightly.

“I know my status is lowly, and I dare not presume to bear children for Your Highness. I beg Your Highness to punish me.”

"Moreover... slave..."

His voice trembled more and more, as if he were saying something unspeakable.

Nalan Jing noticed something was wrong and reached out to pull him up, but Jinse remained kneeling on the ground, unmoved.

"I have also concealed something from Your Highness..."

Nalan Jingwen frowned and withdrew his hand. "What is it?"

"Slave...slave..."

"This slave is infertile..."

"My body has long been... rendered unable to bear children for Your Highness like a normal man..."

Nalan Jingwen looked at him with a grim expression, but did not say anything.

Jinse trembled even more violently. He was of lowly status, and even if he were to bear children, it should be Rong Hengyu who bore children for Nalan Jingwen.

Moreover, his body was already in a state of disrepair, and he had long been deprived of the right to be a father.

He lowered his head, awaiting Nalan Jingwen's verdict.

Whether he was driven away or killed, he had no regrets.

Nalan Jingwen pulled the man up, lifted his chin, and as expected, his fair face was covered with tear stains.

For the first time ever, Nalan Jing didn't try to comfort him. Instead, he wiped away his tears and said solemnly, "You say you are of lowly status and unworthy to allow me to have children?"

Jinse looked at her, her eyes filled with unconcealed pain.

"The slave must always remember his identity..."

"Jinse, you have disappointed me greatly."

Jinse was taken aback, her tears flowed even more profusely, and she lowered her head, apologizing repeatedly.

"I am ashamed of failing Your Highness's favor..."

Nalan Jingwen turned his head back to face him once again.

Do you know why I am disappointed?

"I don't know..."

Perhaps it was because Nalan Jingwen's eyes were too intimidating that he didn't know how to react for a moment.

"I have always believed that by giving you enough love and security, I can let you know my feelings and give you confidence no matter what."

"But you always feel that you are of low status and not worthy of me, and now you're even bringing up the issue of offspring."

"When I asked you if you wanted a child, your first reaction was that you were not worthy of it."

"I have said it many times: I love you, regardless of your status. I love Jinse as a person, my lover. I will love any child born to my lover. There is no question of whether you are a good match or not."

"When will you realize that I don't care about your identity or your past, but about who you are?"

Jinse froze, tears welling in her eyes. The disappointment on Nalan Jingwen's face was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart, causing him excruciating pain.

He stepped forward, his hand trembling as he reached out to grab Nalan Jingwen, but she dodged him by turning to the side.

"I was wrong..."

He knew from the beginning that there was a vast chasm between him and Nalan Jingwen, so he always kept to himself, never did anything out of line, served him to the best of his ability, and dared not make any demands.

He had been living in his own world all along, completely forgetting how much Nalan Jingwen had also sacrificed for him.

Nalan Jingwen looked at him and said seriously, "Jinse is Jinse. She has never been someone of low status. She is the one I love."

She didn't want him to be so humble and self-deprecating, and she especially didn't want him to look down on himself.

She didn't care whether or not they had children. Once everything was over and they were living a peaceful life, they could have children if they wanted, or not if they didn't. She didn't necessarily need to have offspring.

Jinse looked at her, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that..."

He shouldn't have let down Nalan Jingwen for everything he had done for him.

Nalan Jingwen looked at him, sighed softly, and finally took him into her arms.

"You say you are infertile, do you think I care about that?"

Jinse hugged her, rested her head on her neck, and gently closed her eyes.

"No, I only feel sorry for you. I just regret that I met you too late."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I've been too busy these past few days and haven't been able to adjust my schedule, but I should be able to get back on track soon and update on time.