Chapter 398 Tragic Life

That night, the Marquis went to the ancestral hall alone and knelt there for a long time. Yu Shi issued the first order, that all incense in the mansion must be sealed and not used again, and rouge and powder with strong fragrance must not be used again. Anyone who dared to disobey the order and offend the Second Young Lady would be punished according to the family rules.

So, everyone in the house worked together to throw everything related to the word "fragrance" (ahem, not counting people's names) into the box, and no one dared to complain.

The second order was that the fact that the Second Young Madam was pregnant must not be announced to the outside world. Anyone who dared to leak it would be punished according to family rules.

There is a folk saying that the first three months of pregnancy should not be publicized and should be kept low-key and secret, otherwise bad things may happen. Only after three months, when the fetus stabilizes, can you tell your relatives and friends.

Youshi didn't believe this before, but now she would rather believe it than not, because this child means too much to her and she can't afford to have any mistakes.

Ye Jiayao had returned to her room and was lying on the bed.

The windows in the room had been opened for ventilation, the incense burner had been removed, and all the scented clothes had been taken away. Qiao Xi, Xiang Tao and others had also bathed in clean water, and only dared to serve the Second Young Madam after leaving no trace of fragrance.

Ye Jiayao leaned weakly, listening to Mother Sun loudly admonishing the maids in the yard outside. She had already given the 28th item on various precautions, and even mentioned vaguely that they were not allowed to fart in front of her.

Ye Jiayao was extremely speechless. Because of her, the whole mansion was in turmoil. She didn't want to make such a big fuss and bring so much inconvenience to others, but she had no choice. Who made her suddenly become a dog's nose? It's okay to have a good nose, but the key is that any smell will affect her stomach nerves and vomit.

This is just the beginning. I don’t know how long this situation will last or when it will end.

Qiao Xi poured a cup of warm water and advised in a gentle voice: "Second Young Madam, drink some water!"

Her stomach was already empty, but she didn't feel hungry. However, her mouth felt bitter. Ye Jiayao drank two sips reluctantly, which led to another round of vomiting.

I feel so sad. Damn, I even vomit when I drink plain water. Is this going to kill me?

Qiao Xi was so worried. What should she do? The Second Young Madam couldn't even drink water. How could she take medicine later?
Xia Chunyu had already taken a bath for the third time in the bathroom. Others only needed to take a bath once, but he wanted to be especially close to Yaoyao, so he had to take a bath thoroughly. Otherwise, he might not even be able to get into bed.

After finally finishing his shower and changing his clothes, Qiao Xi was waiting for him outside with a melancholy look on her face.

"My Lord, the Second Young Madam can't eat anything. She even vomits when she drinks water..."

Xia Chunyu frowned deeply: "Have you asked? The Second Young Madam doesn't want to eat anything?"

Qiao Xi muttered, "How dare I ask? I only asked one question and it made Second Young Madam vomit. Second Young Madam asked me to be kind and not mention food."

Xia Chunyu was worried. Although his mother and Doctor Jiang said that this was a normal reaction, how could he not eat anything?

"Is the medicine ready?" Xia Chunyu asked.

"It's still boiling, but I don't think the Second Young Madam can drink it." Qiao Xi said unhappily.

Xia Chunyu waved his hand: "You go down first, I will persuade her later."

Xia Chunyu entered the bedroom and saw that Ye Jiayao looked pale. It had been less than two hours since she had a reaction. She looked thinner and he couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Yaoyao, are you feeling better?" Xia Chunyu didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the smell on his body would rush to her.

Ye Jiayao waved at him. She urgently needed a warm hug to comfort her.

Xia Chunyu took two or three steps forward and consciously served as a human cushion for her. Ye Jiayao rested her head on his chest, hugged his waist with her hands, and whimpered, "Chunyu, it's too uncomfortable, what should I do?"

Xia Chunyu stroked her back and comforted her softly, "I heard that it will get better after a while. Just bear with it and think of something else to distract yourself."

Ye Jiayao said bitterly, "What else can I think about? I run a restaurant and do catering. Everything is related to food. I feel like vomiting when I think about food."

As he said this, he retched a few times, which was very appropriate.

Xia Chunyu rubbed her back and said helplessly: "Then think about the child. Will it be a boy or a girl? Will it look like you or me? The child should be born in the first month of the year. We need to prepare something for the child..."

Speaking of children, Ye Jiayao's heart softened. She subconsciously touched her still flat belly. At this time, the child should still be a little ball of fur! Such a drastic way to announce his existence.

It's really an amazing feeling.

"However, I think we don't need to prepare anything. Mother will arrange everything properly. Princess Yi De and the old ancestor will also prepare it. You just need to take good care of yourself and keep yourself plump and white. I will be responsible for supervising your health..."

"So, no matter how much you don't want to eat, you have to eat a little, even if you vomit it all. If you don't eat, our child will starve, and you will be heartbroken if you give birth to a skinny little monkey..."

Ye Jiayao was silent. Yes, if she didn’t eat, the child wouldn’t have anything to eat either. It would be bad if the child suffered from developmental problems.

"The kitchen is cooking porridge. Let Qiao Xi make you a bowl. Eat a little, okay?" Xia Chunyu persuaded patiently.

Ye Jiayao suppressed her nausea and said pitifully, "Just a small bowl."

"Would you like something else?" "Would you mind not bringing up anything else?"

"Okay, wait, I'll go get it myself..."

As soon as the porridge was served, Ye Jiayao began to regret it. She never thought that one day she would be so depressed that she couldn't stand food. Her greatest hobby in life was food, but now food has become the thing she hates the most.

Xia Chunyu tried his best to persuade her and finally coaxed her into eating two bites, but she vomited it all out again. She vomited out more than she had eaten.

The same thing happened when it came time to take the medicine.

Watching her eat was like torture. Xia Chunyu couldn't help but touch her belly and grit his teeth in hatred.

"You little bastard, you've been tormenting your mother and father before you've even been born. When you come out, I'll teach you a lesson..."

Ye Jiayao began her miserable life like this.

I struggle with the word "eating" every day. I can't eat and can only vomit. Even walking is light and fluttery. But why don't I starve to death?
The work of opening a Western restaurant and compiling recipes was put on hold, and the training course was taken over by Mrs. Rong, who announced to the public that she had gone to Yangzhou to avoid everyone visiting her.

She is not in good spirits now and has no mood or energy to deal with customers. Besides, you can't tell the customers to go back and change into unscented clothes and wash off all the rouge and powder on their face before coming back.

Just say you're not at home and save yourself a lot of trouble.

But if you do this, you can forget about going out because it’s easy to be exposed.

Mrs. You would come to visit at least once a day, and Madam Sun became the person in charge of her place. Mrs. You also specially assigned two cooks to come over and let the small kitchen start cooking separately so that she could cook whenever she wanted to eat.

Chun Yutian stayed at home with her after work, talked about all sorts of things to make her happy, and tried every means to coax her to eat. This kind of treatment, like the moon being treated like a star, seemed to have never been so exaggerated even when Liuli was pregnant.

Life was too idle, so Ye Jiayao asked the sewing room for some soft cotton cloth and asked Mother Sun to teach her how to make small clothes. Having something to do could distract her and prevent her from feeling nauseous all day long.

The materials were all cut, and she only had to sew them together with needle and thread.

Making clothes for children may seem simple, but it is more particular than making clothes for adults. The softest silk thread must be used, and the stitches must be fine and dense. No thread ends can be exposed and must be hidden in the seams to prevent them from touching the child's delicate skin.

Compared with Ye Jiayao's needlework and her cooking skills, there is a huge gap between them.

Seeing that she was struggling and the stitches were uneven, Xia Chunyu wondered, "Yaoyao, how long did it take you to finish your wedding dress?"

He didn't know that Yaoyao was not good at needlework. He just thought that she was devoted to cooking and didn't like doing needlework. So, last year she gave him a sachet, which made him happy for a long time.

Qiao Xi and Xiang Tao knew about it, but they would not say it out loud, which caused Xia Chunyu's confusion at this time.

Ye Jiayao sewed carefully and meticulously, and said casually: "One month? Two months? Or three months? I forgot."

Xia Chunyu was stunned. How could he forget this? A woman only embroiders a wedding dress once in her life, so she should remember it in her heart.

"I think your wedding dress is embroidered very well."

I mean, how come your embroidery is so bad now? Look at the crooked stitches, like worms crawling on them, can our children wear them?

Of course, he would not voice such concerns. At worst, he could just wear it inside so no one could see it.

Ye Jiayao nodded with a smile. Of course it was good, but it was not embroidered by her, but by the original owner.

Xia Chunyu made excuses for himself, saying that maybe he hadn't done it for a long time and his skills had become rusty.

"Chun Yu, take a look at how my panties are made." Ye Jiayao finished the last stitch and showed it to Chun Yu.

Chunyu took it and turned it over, wondering, "How old was the child when he wore this?"

Ye Jiayao said, "About three or four months. By then, the weather will be warmer. This tender yellow color will be the best match for the baby's skin. It must look great."

Xia Chunyu coughed twice and said hesitantly, "A baby of three or four months old should still be wearing open-crotch pants!"

"Of course. Do you expect him to take off his pants and pee on his own?" Ye Jiayao thought, is there any need to ask such a common sense question?
Xia Chunyu pulled his trouser legs apart and looked at Ye Jiayao speechlessly.

Uh... Ye Jiayao was dumbfounded. Mother Sun told her to just sew all the edges, but she accidentally sewed the crotch as well.

My face turned red immediately. Damn, how embarrassing.

He quickly snatched back his pants and complained, "It's all your fault. You kept talking nonsense to me and distracted me."

Xia Chunyu expressed his innocence. When he came in, she was sewing her crotch, okay?
(End of this chapter)