Super-Fertile Darling: Forced to Marry the Heirless Tyrant

"Why don’t you go to the Northern Border as well."

Ji Qingwu never expected Madam Wei to say such a thing.

Wei Ting was going to the Northern Border to fight a war. What would she do in a military camp? ’Am I supposed to go back to my old profession and be a military doctor again?’

Ji Qingwu had originally appeared on the border to complete a mission for the childbirth system. Now, under the system’s "coercion and bribery," she had been given a new task.

There was no way she was going back to the Northern Border.

But Ji Qingwu still wanted to understand the reason, so she asked, "Madam Wei, why do you want me to go to the border?"

Madam Wei said with a grave expression, "Ting’er is worried about you, and I don’t want to get into conflicts with other prominent families because of you."

Yesterday, Ma Pozi came to cause trouble, and Prime Minister Su appeared at the Wei Family’s gate. This had unsettled Madam Wei.

Ji Qingwu said nonchalantly, "This incident has nothing to do with me. The Song family was being aggressive. They couldn’t sort out their own affairs and insisted on dragging me and my clinic into it."

Madam Wei’s expression was stern. "I don’t want to hear the whole story. I’m not a Judge. I just hope that matters involving you don’t disturb the hard-won peace of the Wei Family."

Ji Qingwu chuckled lightly. "Everything in the Wei Family is as it always has been. How can you say it’s not peaceful?"

Madam Wei looked at the young woman before her, who was as beautiful as the first blush of dawn. Her eyes were moist and glistening, unforgettable after a single glance.

"It’s not the thief who steals that you should fear, but the one who is always thinking about it," Madam Wei said meaningfully.

Ji Qingwu rubbed her little finger, wondering if Madam Wei had discovered something.

The old madam continued, "Yesterday, you returned from the Song family unscathed. Do you really think it was all due to your own ability?"

Ji Qingwu replied, "What else could it be? Madam Wei, do you think it was out of respect for the Wei Family?"

Madam Wei’s lips tightened, making her face seem even longer.

"From now on, don’t appear before that old goat Su Fengyue ever again."

Ji Qingwu said, "You mean that Prime Minister Su is displeased that his son-in-law apologized to me in public, causing him to lose face, and he might retaliate."

’If that’s the reason, it’s at least plausible.’

Madam Wei couldn’t help but say, "How could that Old Witch Ji have raised a granddaughter as naive as you?"

Ji Qingwu’s right eyebrow arched first. ’I’m being scolded.’

Then, her left eyebrow arched as well, as she realized her grandmother had just been insulted along with her.

’It seems the deep-seated grudge between the Ji and Wei families is real. My grandmother has even earned the title ’Old Witch Ji’ from Madam Wei. It’s actually a bit fitting.’

A flicker of amusement showed in Ji Qingwu’s eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Madam Wei also realized she had misspoken and cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment.

"What I mean is, you should stay away from Su Fengyue. Even if he’s old, he’s still a man."

Ji Qingwu: "..."

Madam Wei had said enough. Ji Qingwu understood. The peachy blush on her face drained away, leaving it as white as jade.

Seeing the color drain from the young woman’s face in an instant, as if she were too frightened to speak.

Madam Wei’s expression softened.

"I know this isn’t your fault, but who asked you to be born with such beauty? It’s what makes people covet you."

Ji Qingwu wasn’t too frightened to speak—she was too disgusted to speak.

That man, with one foot already in the grave and reeking of old age, had those kinds of crooked thoughts about her. Now she understood the source of all her previous feelings of discomfort.

Seeing her reaction, Madam Wei slowly took a sip of her tea.

"I’m not trying to drive you away. I know your situation. After marrying Ting’er, you were spurned by your aunt, the Empress Dowager. You even wore a mask for your bridal homecoming a few days ago, so you were probably lectured by your mother as well."

"The path I’m showing you now is a clear way out."

Ji Qingwu’s briefly calmed mood was once again thrown into turmoil by Old Mrs. Wei’s words.

She had thought that since Old Mrs. Wei hadn’t been looking for trouble with her lately, they could coexist peacefully.

It turned out that Madam Wei had already grasped the gist of her situation and had been waiting here for her today.

If she had noticed Su Fengyue’s intentions yesterday, or if that old man had actually done something to her, then she—in the "predicament" Madam Wei described—would have had no choice but to take the "clear way out" she was offering.

The corners of Ji Qingwu’s mouth pulled into an emotionless curve.

Madam Wei said, "Just go with the army. You’ve been there before, so you won’t have trouble adjusting. With someone to look after Ting’er in the camp, we’ll both be at ease."

"But I’m quite at ease staying here right now."

Maintaining a faint smile, Ji Qingwu said, "You might have misunderstood the relationship between Wei Ting and me."

Madam Wei’s hand, which was reaching for her teacup, froze. Her sharp eyes stared back at her.

Ji Qingwu said, word by word, "Madam Wei, my marriage to your grandson was a hasty affair to begin with. The ceremony was completed in just two days, while I was unconscious. When Wei Ting returns, I will make things clear with him."

Before, she had been too helpless. Emperor Wu Su’s life was hanging by a thread, and for Yuan Heng’s sake, she had no choice but to seek help from Wei Ting.

But now, the tables have turned.

The war on the border is unpredictable, but the chaos in the Imperial City is about to end.

She was still holding onto the divorce decree written by the Emperor with the Imperial Brush. She had originally planned to wait until the fighting on the border subsided to reduce innocent casualties.

But now, with the national destiny bonus that the system strong-armed her into buying... perhaps she could resolve the conflict between the two nations sooner.

If the old madam hadn’t tried to "pack her up" and ship her off to the border, she wouldn’t have wanted to lay her cards on the table with the Wei Family so soon.

Old Mrs. Wei questioned her imposingly, "Listening to you, it sounds like you’re going back on your word? Then why did you agree to marry Wei Ting in the first place!"

Ji Qingwu replied just as calmly, "Madam Wei, why don’t you ask your grandson why he insisted on marrying me?"

It wasn’t that she wanted to marry him, but that he had insisted on it.

Madam Wei, furious at her for being ungrateful, said resentfully, "For you, he was even willing to accept another man’s child, yet you still don’t cherish it. Do you feel wronged being the General’s wife?"

To be honest, Ji Qingwu did feel wronged.

Not even the Emperor had forced her into a marriage she didn’t want, but Wei Ting, who seized every opportunity, had left her no other choice.

Ji Qingwu retorted, questioning the old madam, "Since you knew the child wasn’t Wei Ting’s, you should have stopped the marriage more forcefully."

"You think I didn’t try to stop it? He’s a complete fool, just like his father." The wrinkles at the corners of Madam Wei’s eyes deepened with her agitation.

She had seen that little girl. One look was enough to know she wasn’t Wei Ting’s flesh and blood. None of her features, from her eyes to her nose, resembled him.

"Besides, judging by the child’s age, Wei Ting certainly didn’t have any other woman in his heart back then, and on top of that..."

Madam Wei’s brows furrowed tightly as she said, "If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have wanted you to enter the Wei Family’s gates either. It would have been better if back then..."

Her words trailed off, and Ji Qingwu asked, "Better if what happened back then?"

Madam Wei was thoroughly incensed by her and had said too much. She turned her face away and said, "If you don’t want to be a member of the Wei Family, then don’t go prying into things that don’t concern you."