I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2680 - 1665: Pregnancy Pulse (Part 2)

What never changed was that her "ally" had always been only one person.

"So does Mother believe it? Or do you think I’m more suspicious than he is?"

Lady Fujiwara met her daughter’s gaze. "I called you over in advance precisely to talk to you about this."

"Is Mother worried that it really was me? Or worried that others will suspect me?"

"Is there any difference?"

Lady Fujiwara said evenly, "This matter is far too strange. Rumors will inevitably spread."

"I think aside from Mother and the people closest to me, no one would pin the blame on me, this poor, pitiful widow."

Lady Fujiwara changed the subject.

"So what do you plan to do next?"

"What does Mother mean?"

"Your marriage."

Lady Fujiwara said, "Wataru Tetsuya is already dead. This marriage can end here."

"But how are we supposed to explain things to the Imperial Family? Will they agree?"

"There’s nothing to explain. Are we really going to have a woman of the Fujihara marry a dead man?"

As a mother, she did, after all, feel sorry for her daughter.

"But if we break off the engagement, we’ll offend the Imperial Family, and those with an agenda will seize the chance to stir things up..."

At this point Lady Fujiwara started to reassess her own instincts.

Could it be.

She really was being paranoid?

If it had been her daughter who killed Wataru Tetsuya, then the only purpose would have been to end this engagement, so right now she should be going with the flow and agreeing to break it off.

Yet her reaction was completely different.

"What you mean is..."

"I want to continue honoring this betrothal. As his not-yet-widowed bride, I’ll see Wataru Tetsuya off on his final journey."

Even with Lady Fujiwara’s worldly experience, she couldn’t help blanking out for a moment.

"Mother will support me, won’t you?"

The man is dead.

She still wants to marry him.

How perfectly faithful.

How tragically moving!

Yet as a mother, Lady Fujiwara had absolutely no way to guess her daughter’s thoughts. After a long silence, she said, "I don’t agree."

"Mother..."

"I will not stand by and watch my own daughter throw away her entire life."

There was no touching scene of deep mother-daughter affection.

On the contrary.

There was only mutual probing and calculation.

Fujiwara Reiki pressed a hand to her chest. "In my eyes, Wataru Tetsuya hasn’t died. He will live forever in my heart, staying by my side."

Everything said before could be ignored, but at this moment Lady Fujiwara was certain she was putting on a performance.

"What do you like about him?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s voice seemed to float. "Mother, loving someone doesn’t require a reason."

Only Lady Fujiwara would listen to this.

With any other target, she would have laughed out loud, one hundred percent.

"If you insist on being stubborn, I’ll have no choice but to call Fujiwara Takuya over."

"Of course."

Fujiwara Reiki nodded. "Elder Brother is the Clan Leader. For something this important, I naturally need to report to Brother."

Lady Fujiwara fell silent.

Her greatest wish was simply to enjoy a peaceful old age, but with this pair of children, her days could never possibly be dull.

The Fujiwara Clan Leader arrived quickly, and when he heard his sister’s decision, he immediately grew agitated and firmly opposed it.

"No! I don’t agree! I will absolutely not sacrifice my own sister to preserve the family’s reputation!"

"Brother, Li Ji isn’t doing this to protect anything. Li Ji is doing this for herself."

Like Lady Fujiwara, Fujiwara Takuya was shocked by these words. He stared at his sister in disbelief.

"This marriage was Li Ji’s own choice. A good woman does not take a second husband. To be struck by such disaster is Wataru Tetsuya’s fate, and it is Li Ji’s fate as well. Since it is fate, Li Ji accepts it."

Fujiwara Takuya wondered if he was hallucinating.

Was this still his beloved little sister?

She was clearly Saint Joan.

He glanced at his silent mother. For a moment he had no idea what kind of schemes she might be harboring. Since he couldn’t make sense of it, opposing her was the safest move.

"Do you know what it means if you do this? Once you decide to continue with this marriage, there’s no turning back. The nation will praise your loyalty to the skies, and you will bear that halo—and those chains—for the rest of your life."

A widow.

Can remarry.

But a Princess who has lost her husband—likely no one will dare take her.

"If you stop now, it’s still not too late."

Fujiwara Reiki’s expression was calm, her faint smile as if she had seen through the vulgar world.

"Brother, my mind is made up. I hope Brother will grant my wish."

She tilted her head, and turned to Lady Fujiwara. "I hope Mother will grant my wish."

Fujiwara Takuya was extremely irritated.

That’s right.

Extremely irritated.

Because he realized he couldn’t see through her at all; he had no idea what kind of game she was playing!

Crying and wailing.

Raging in fury.

He could understand all that, but never in a million years would he have imagined that this beloved sister of his would insist on marrying a man with a hole in his skull who was already dead!

Damn it!

What on earth is it for?

What kind of scheme is this?!

"Mother, I absolutely will not agree. If I did, Fujiwara Takuya would be condemned by all. People would surely accuse me of throwing my own sister away for the sake of the family’s interests..."

Fujiwara Takuya reacted quickly, and he was clever.

When you can’t grasp your opponent’s line of thinking, the simplest method is to oppose everything they propose.

"Tomorrow I’ll petition the Imperial Family to annul the engagement."

Lady Fujiwara did not say a word.

"Brother, you won’t be able to annul it."

Fujiwara Takuya swung his head around. "As the eldest son standing in for Father, why wouldn’t I be able to?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s smile grew complex, then she made a move that left both mother and son completely dumbfounded.

She lifted her hand and touched her lower abdomen.

Fujiwara Takuya froze.

The usually unnervingly composed Lady Fujiwara, for some reason, suddenly had her pupils contract violently.

"Shut up!"

She cried out sharply.

Respect was respect.

But neither of these children was blindly filial, and they were both already grown.

"Because, in my belly, there is already the crystallization of our love."

Ignore the modifier.

To be precise, it should be "the crystallization of my and Wataru Tetsuya’s love."

But it didn’t matter.

In a situation like this, at this very moment, who could possibly notice such a meaningless detail?

Fujiwara Takuya felt as if thunder had struck him; his three souls and seven spirits scattered. Anyone who didn’t know the truth might well think he was the father of the child in his sister’s womb.

"You... what did you say?"

"I’m pregnant."

Lady Fujiwara finally lost her composure. Her expression kept shifting as she stared at her daughter in utter disbelief.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

Fujiwara Takuya shook his head, staring fixedly at Fujiwara Reiki’s abdomen. His mind had gone completely blank, leaving only the most primitive reaction.

His voice sounded like it was being forced out through clenched teeth.

"How could you possibly be pregnant?!"

"Brother, Wataru Tetsuya and I may not have held the ceremony, but we had long since been formally betrothed. We are husband and wife; why would it be impossible for me to be pregnant?"

Exactly.

What era is this.

Getting on the bus before buying the ticket is everywhere.

Young people nowadays practically believe in pregnancy before marriage—they only seriously consider marrying once they have a child.

What’s more.

She and Wataru Tetsuya had long since gained both families’ approval.

When he saw Wataru Tetsuya die right in front of him, Fujiwara Takuya hadn’t lost control like this. It proved that, no matter how much the world changed, this sister of his always held extraordinary meaning in his heart.

"Impossible. I don’t believe you. You’re lying!"

Fujiwara Takuya lifted his hand, pointing at Fujiwara Reiki, who had just tossed out a nuclear bomb. His trembling arm helplessly exposed how violently his emotions were surging.

He kept shouting that it was impossible, yet in his mind, images were already playing.

An ugly dwarf, lying on top of the sister he himself had never possessed...

"If Brother doesn’t believe me, you can call someone to examine me."

Here.

They really do have "Imperial Physicians."

The medical department that is on call twenty-four hours started up.

Soon.

Several professional medical staff arrived.

For something like pregnancy, there’s no need at all for high-tech equipment. For a first-rate physician, taking the pulse is more than enough.

"My lady, forgive the offense."

Fujiwara Reiki extended her wrist.

The physician, who had served the Fujiwara Family for half his life, cautiously lifted his hand. He didn’t even dare press his fingers all the way down. A few seconds later, he quickly withdrew, stepped back several paces, his face lighting up with joy.

"A happy pulse! It really is a happy pulse! Congratulations, my lady!"

Focused solely on medical research at home and abroad, the physician had no awareness at all that aside from his lady’s smile, the other two masters present were both deathly silent.