221: a thousand-mile raid

Watching Duan Zhengchun's somewhat flustered and fleeing figure, the group finally realized what 'going to the restroom' really meant.

"I get it now. His Highness is using the 'urinary escape' tactic," A Li exclaimed.

With A Li's remark, the women instantly understood, all glaring angrily at Duan Zhengchun's retreating back.

However, their anger soon vanished, replaced by glee.

This meant that for the next few months, they could finally wash away their shame and turn the tables.

"Haha... Who would've thought His Highness would have such a day? This time, it's all thanks to you, Sister A Li. We wouldn't have figured it out otherwise," Zhao Min said with a laugh, taking A Li's hand.

"Exactly, Sister A Li, I always said you were the cleverest among us. Sure enough, His Highness must have understood the situation and that's why he fled using that excuse."

"That's right, it must be so. This time, let's see how he can still bully us," Zhao Min nodded.

"Then, we must properly vent our grievances and let His Highness know that we women are not to be trifled with," Yang Buhui said proudly, lifting her chin.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go! We must wash away our shame!"

By this time, Duan Zhengchun had already left the Prince's Mansion. He dared not stay there now; otherwise, he would surely regret it.

Alone, he went to a restaurant outside, found a seat by the window, and began drinking by himself.

Thinking of what would happen in the coming months, Duan Zhengchun could only sigh helplessly.

Indeed, when Peach Blossom Luck becomes too abundant, it turns into a Peach Blossom Calamity. To think that he, the esteemed Prince of Zhennan, couldn't even handle the women around him.

If word got out, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?

In this situation, he couldn't just leave the Prince's Mansion either. If he wasn't present when the child was born, it would lead to a major disaster.

Regardless of being a prince, even an emperor couldn't be absent at such a time.

"Sigh... Since it's come to this, I'll accept it and let nature take its course. At worst, I'll just let them vent their anger. I'm sure they won't go too far... Great Qin, Daoist Heavenly Sect. Xiao Meng awoke from her meditation.

Her Qi was somewhat disordered. Scenes from her time in Western Xia flickered before her eyes, and the one that appeared most frequently was that scoundrel who had left an indelible mark on her.

Recently, she couldn't calm her mind during cultivation. Every time she practiced, Duan Zhengchun's devastatingly handsome face would appear in her thoughts.

"What's wrong with me? Have I really fallen for that scoundrel of a playboy?" Xiao Meng's breathing quickened, her Qi unsteady.

Originally, she didn't want to think about these things. She had checked her own pulse, and the result chilled her heart completely.

The pulse indicated she was actually pregnant. She checked again and again, but there was no mistake—she was truly pregnant.

"How hateful. I'm really unlucky."

"That scoundrel doesn't know the slightest bit about cherishing beauty."

"No, I can't go on like this. It wouldn't be good if the Sect found out about my current condition."

"Even if this matter can't be hidden forever, it can't come out now."

Xiao Meng's expression turned grave as she frowned in deep thought.

Could it be that she really had to go find that scoundrel?

But continuing like this wasn't a solution either.

She still didn't know how to face him.

However, her belly was now almost impossible to conceal; she couldn't hold out for much longer.

"Forget it. The problem must be resolved eventually. I'll go see what attitude that scoundrel has."