Chapter 1008: Chapter 1081: Calmly Going to Death_1 Chapter 1008: Chapter 1081: Calmly Going to Death_1 Jiang Yuan was pregnant now, with a full belly, a bit plumper, her face ringed with happiness and kindness, much more at peace than before.

In contrast, Jiang Yan had recovered from her illness but her spirit was worn out, she had lost weight, and she was listless.

Privately, Jiang Ning asked her, “Tell me truthfully, has Li You contacted you at all?”

Jiang Yan slowly shook her head, “Never.”

“You don’t have to be downcast all the time, just let it go. The Emperor said he is only after Li You, you won’t be implicated.”

“Your Highness, I thank the Emperor for his grace.”

“Are you worried about Li You?”

“No.” Jiang Yan half-smiled, “He has no affection for me whatsoever.”

“Once they catch him, you two can separate. I’ll find a better man for you in the future.” Jiang Ning comforted her, “My judgment is always good.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yan suddenly burst into tears, “Thank you, Seventh Sister. My aunt always scolds me, saying I am not lucky, that I will have to live a solitary life, with no partner, no children. I…”

“Even if you never marry, our family will support you for the rest of your life.”

“I know.”

Even though she knew, she couldn’t ease her fears.

She was just a girl who had grown up under traditional beliefs and norms, with the idea of getting married and raising children deeply ingrained in her mind.

The thought of being alone her whole life was something she couldn’t bear.

The reason for her melancholy was not only because of Li You but also due to Aunt Liu taking out her anger and dissatisfaction on her.

Jiang Ning found Lin Zizi and told her about this, asking her to talk with Aunt Liu when she had a chance, preventing her from continuing to bully and insult Jiang Yan.

Lin Zizi agreed.

However, after staying with her family for a while, Jiang Yan still moved back to the Prince of Zhao’s mansion.

Out of consideration for the Empress, the Emperor did not reclaim the mansion.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the weather turned chill, the Ministry of Justice sentenced Wenren Zong to be executed publicly to discourage others from following his path.

Jiang Ning informed the Emperor and went to the prison to see him.

Gucheng followed her silently.

Even though Wenren Zong was dressed in prisoner’s garb, it failed to disguise his refined, gentlemanly qualities.

“Thirteen,” Jiang Ning called.

On hearing her voice, Wenren Zong’s body shivered slightly. Suddenly looking up and seeing her in her usual dress, he couldn’t help but smile, “You’ve never changed.”

Jiang Ning took out the keys, unlocked the cell, and walked in. She sat down casually then smiled and said, “Did you think I would come see you in my royal robe?”

Wenren Zong watched her actions in silence, then asked, “How’s your injury?”

“Long healed.” Jiang Ning patted her chest lightly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “I may not have many skills, but I’m extremely lucky.”

“You underestimate yourself.” Wenren Zong replied gently with a smile, “Why did you come empty-handed?”

“Hmm? Is there something you need? I can have it sent to you.”

“Don’t convicts usually get a decent meal before being executed?”

“Well, you seem pretty calm about being executed.” Jiang Ning glanced outside, “But I’m sorry, I forgot to prepare all that.”

“It’s fine.”

“Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?” Jiang Ning asked again.

Wenren Zong thought carefully, then shook his head, “No.”

“Truly disappointing.”

“Even though I’d like to say a lot, it won’t make a difference in the end. So why should I say anything.” Wenren Zong spoke softly, “In our next lives…I hope I will be luckier.”

Jiang Ning laughed, “In our next life, you should come find me and I will share my good luck with you.”

“When that time comes, Your Highness, you mustn’t go back on your word.”

“I won’t.”

Wenren Zong chuckled for a while, then fell silent.