C1 He Had Transmigrated into a Pregnant Woman

In the pitch-black corridor, a biting cold wind swept through, carrying the musty scent of long-undisturbed earth. A slender figure darted quickly through the passage.

After what seemed like an eternity, the woman appeared to give up. She leaned against the wall of the corridor, breathing weakly, her gaunt face showing a weariness beyond her years. She had been in this ancient tomb for nearly a month. Every edible thing, even the smallest mouse, had been consumed, yet she still hadn't found the exit. The assassins who had pursued her into the tomb had vanished without a trace.

Curling up, she realized she no longer had the strength to continue searching. Perhaps this place was destined to be her final resting place. A bitter smile crossed her lips—maybe she should have died long ago.

Exhausted, she closed her eyes, wrapping her thin arms around her knees, gradually succumbing to the darkness.

Suddenly, a faint sound of crying broke the silence. The woman frowned uneasily. How could there be a girl's sobs here?

Before she could process it, a series of vivid images flooded her mind like a movie reel.

"Your Grace, Yao didn't mean it, truly."

"Hua, listen to your brother and father while I'm away. I'll bring you the border's maroon flowers when I return victorious."

"No, Mother, don't die. Hua doesn't want you to die..."

The woman's brow furrowed in pain. These memories weren't hers, yet they poured into her mind with relentless force. She gasped in agony and snapped her eyes open. Her once-clear eyes were now bloodshot and fierce.

Turning her head, she saw a young girl in traditional attire, her hair styled in twin buns, kneeling beside her, crying. The oppressive darkness of the tomb had vanished, replaced by the bright light of day.

"Xiaoxi." The woman spoke, surprisingly calling out the young girl's name directly.

She frowned slightly, quickly sifting through Xiaoxi's memories in her mind. Xiaoxi was the personal maid of Gu Zhuohua, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's household. And she herself was that very daughter.

"The Prime Minister's daughter is so shameless, isn't she? How could such an upright official like Prime Minister Gu have such an indecent daughter?"

"Exactly! The Gu family has always been known for their outstanding sons and daughters. How did they end up with such a disgraceful woman?"

The woman realized she wasn't lying in an ancient tomb or in the bedroom of this Gu Zhuohua, but rather at the entrance of Duke Lin's mansion!

She looked up and saw the sign with the gilded letters of "Duke Lin Mansion."

"Miss, you're finally awake! You nearly scared me to death," Xiaoxi exclaimed, her eyes red and swollen. As Gu Zhuohua regained consciousness, Xiaoxi wiped her tears and helped her up from the ground. "Be careful, Miss."

The surrounding chatter and the images in her mind intertwined. Gu Zhuohua raised her hand to rub her sore neck. She felt a warm trickle on her forehead, the metallic taste of blood carried by the cold wind to her nose. In an instant, she realized her forehead was injured and bleeding.

"Miss, are you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? What about your stomach? Your legs? Do they hurt?" Xiaoxi asked anxiously, over and over.

The woman glanced at the worried Xiaoxi, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. Her other hand gently touched her rounded belly, and suddenly, a look of determination flashed in her eyes!

This woman, Gu Zhuohua, was pregnant! And she was injured because she had caused a scene at Duke Lin's mansion while carrying a child, only to be 'accidentally' pushed down!

"Gu Zhuohua! I'll say it one more time: stop causing trouble here, or even Prime Minister Gu won't be able to protect you!" The man's voice, filled with embarrassment and frustration, echoed above her.

Gu Zhuohua looked up to see a man with striking features, dressed in elegant attire, standing on the high platform at the entrance of the mansion. His expression was one of disdain, and his gaze held a mix of wariness and disgust.

The dark robe he wore was adorned with a fierce, golden dragon, and the exquisite jade crown on his head signified his high status. This was none other than Duke Lin, the master of this grand estate, Rong Lin!