Starting in Exile: Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Lucky Little Wife

Chapter 248 Reactions During Morning Sickness

In the early morning at the Jiang residence of the Nanzhao Kingdom, sunlight gently filters through the carved window lattices.

Warm light and shadow spread across the ground. Yan Dongdong slowly woke up from her dream.

Jiang Yichen, who was beside her, had already gotten up, but thoughtfully left a cup of ginseng tea that was still steaming by the bedside.

She raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes and took a deep breath.

I was looking forward to starting a wonderful day, but a sudden wave of nausea surged up my throat.

"Ugh..." Yan Dongdong's face turned deathly pale instantly. She covered her mouth and stumbled towards the toilet.

A violent bout of retching struck her; her body trembled uncontrollably, and her stomach felt like it was churning.

But nothing came out; his throat felt dry and tight, making him feel almost suffocated.

Upon hearing the sound, Jiang Yichen hurriedly walked in from the outer room, his face full of anxiety.

He quickly walked to Yan Dongdong's side, squatted down,

He gently patted her back and asked, "Dongdong, how are you? Are you feeling unwell again?"

His voice was full of heartache, and his eyes were filled with worry.

Yan Dongdong finally came to her senses.

She shook her head weakly, her voice hoarse: "It's nothing, it's just that this morning sickness is really torturous."

She slowly straightened up, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

A few strands of hair clung to her pale cheeks with sweat, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

Jiang Yichen helped her sit on the edge of the bed, picked up the ginseng tea, and said softly, "Here, drink some ginseng tea to soothe your throat; it might make you feel better."

Yan Dongdong took the ginseng tea, took a small sip, and her stomach churned again. She let out a loud "Wah!"

I vomited up all the ginseng tea I had just drunk.

Jiang Yichen saw this.

He quickly took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, his eyes full of helplessness and heartache: "Dongdong, should I go and ask the doctor to take another look?"

Yan Dongdong waved her hand and said with a wry smile, "Didn't the doctor say that this is a normal reaction during pregnancy? We can only endure it slowly."

She leaned against the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to alleviate the waves of nausea.

After a while, Yan Dongdong felt a little better.

Jiang Yichen helped her into the courtyard, hoping the fresh air would make her feel better.

In the courtyard, flowers and plants flourish, and a gentle breeze carries their fragrance.

But the fragrance of flowers that usually delighted Yan Dongdong became an emetic for her.

"Cough cough..." The moment she smelled the fragrance of flowers, Yan Dongdong gagged again. She gripped Jiang Yichen's arm tightly, her face as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Dongdong, let's go back inside. The fragrance of these flowers is too strong for you."

Jiang Yichen said anxiously, while carefully helping Yan Dongdong walk back.

Back inside, Jiang Yichen told Yan Dongdong to lie down and rest on the bed, while he went to the kitchen to prepare some light porridge for her.

He was busy running around in the kitchen, stirring the porridge in the pot.

He ran over to check the stove fire again, worried that the porridge might not be cooked to Yan Dongdong's liking.

After the porridge was cooked, Jiang Yichen brought it to the bedside.

Sitting next to Yan Dongdong, he said softly, "Dongdong, get up and eat some porridge. Eat a little bit, otherwise your body won't be able to handle it."

Yan Dongdong struggled to sit up and looked at the bowl of steaming porridge.

A warm feeling welled up inside me, but as soon as I smelled the porridge, the nausea returned.

She forced herself to endure the discomfort, picked up the spoon, and managed to take a small sip, but before she could swallow it, she spat it out.

"I'm sorry, Yichen, I... I really can't eat anymore."

Yan Dongdong looked guilty, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jiang Yichen gently hugged her and comforted her, "Don't say that, Dongdong. It's my fault for not making you feel better. Don't force yourself to eat if you can't. We'll try again when you feel better."

Yan Dongdong was tormented by morning sickness all day long.

Each time nausea struck, she felt as if she were struggling in a dark abyss with no end in sight.

Jiang Yichen stayed by her side the whole time, never leaving her, and tried everything he could to alleviate her pain.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the room, bathing the entire space in a warm yellow hue.

Yan Dongdong lay exhausted on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Jiang Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, gently took her hand, and said, "Dongdong, you should get some sleep. A good night's rest might make you feel better. I'll stay here with you."

Yan Dongdong nodded gently and, with Jiang Yichen by her side, slowly closed her eyes.

But as soon as she fell asleep, she was awakened by a nightmare in which she was still tormented by morning sickness and could not get rid of it.

"Ah!" Yan Dongdong suddenly sat up, panting heavily, her face full of terror.

Jiang Yichen quickly pulled her into his arms and gently comforted her, "Dongdong, don't be afraid, it's just a dream. I'm here, it's alright."

His voice was gentle yet firm, like a ray of light in the darkness.

As night deepened, the candlelight flickered gently, casting the shadows of the two figures embracing on the wall. Jiang Yichen gently patted Yan Dongdong's back, trying to help her fall asleep again, but the fear brought on by morning sickness seemed to still be deeply imprinted in her heart, making it difficult for her to drift off to sleep once more.

"Yichen, am I really useless? I can't even drink a bowl of porridge." Yan Dongdong's voice was trembling with tears, and feelings of self-blame were spreading through her heart.

Jiang Yichen released his embrace, cupped Yan Dongdong's face in his hands, and looked earnestly into her eyes: "Dongdong, don't say that. You've endured so much pain, it's already amazing. This isn't your fault, it's just that the baby is being naughty with you."

Yan Dongdong nodded slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks: "I'm just afraid that if things continue like this, the baby might become malnourished."

Jiang Yichen gently wiped away her tears and said, "No, we'll figure something out together. I'll go ask the doctor again to see if there are any other ways to relieve your morning sickness. Even if you can't eat anything, I'll find all sorts of ways to help you get the nutrition you need."

After saying that, Jiang Yichen got up, put on his coat, and prepared to go out. Yan Dongdong watched his back, her heart filled with emotion: "It's so late, where are you going to find a doctor?"

"Don't worry, I know a doctor who lives nearby. He's very skilled and might be able to help. Just lie there and wait for me to come back." Jiang Yichen turned around, gave Yan Dongdong a firm smile, and then hurriedly left.

Jiang Yichen jogged along, the moonlight bathing him and outlining his anxious silhouette. Soon, he arrived at the doctor's door and pounded on it: "Doctor, doctor, please open the door!"

After a long while, the light came on inside, and the doctor, still sleepy-eyed, opened the door: "Young Master Jiang, it's so late, what happened?"

Jiang Yichen anxiously told the doctor about Yan Dongdong's condition in detail. After listening, the doctor pondered for a moment and said, "Well then, I'll prescribe some mild herbs to regulate your spleen and stomach, which may help relieve your morning sickness. Also, have your wife try eating small, frequent meals, just a little bit each time. And also, prepare some ginger slices for her to hold in her mouth; that can also reduce nausea."

Jiang Yichen quickly thanked him, took the prescription, and rushed to the pharmacy to get the medicine. By the time he got home, it was already late at night.

He quietly entered the room and saw Yan Dongdong leaning against the bed, her eyes full of anticipation. "Yichen, you're finally back," Yan Dongdong said softly.

Jiang Yichen sat down by the bed and handed the prescription and ginger slices to Yan Dongdong: "The doctor said this prescription is effective. I'll go and decoct the medicine now. You can try holding the ginger slices in your mouth first."

Yan Dongdong took the ginger slices, put them in her mouth, and a spicy taste instantly spread in her mouth. Strangely enough, the nausea actually lessened a little: "It seems to be feeling better."

Jiang Yichen looked at her, his eyes full of relief: "That's good. Once the medicine is decocted and you drink it, you might feel much better tomorrow."

Jiang Yichen went to the kitchen again, stood by the medicine stove, and watched intently as the medicine soup boiled. The firelight illuminated his face, which was full of worry and love for Yan Dongdong and the child.

After the medicine was decocted, Jiang Yichen carefully carried the bowl to the room: "Dongdong, the medicine is ready. Drink it while it's hot."

Yan Dongdong took the medicine bowl, looked at Jiang Yichen's tired yet expectant eyes, gritted her teeth, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

"Is it bitter?" Jiang Yichen asked with concern.

Yan Dongdong smiled and shook her head: "It's not bitter. As long as I can get better, I can endure any hardship."

After taking the medicine, Yan Dongdong finally fell asleep with Jiang Yichen by her side.

Jiang Yichen sat by the bed, holding her hand, not daring to relax for a moment, for fear that she would be awakened by morning sickness again.

In this long, dark night, Jiang Yichen's protection was like the warm sun in winter, giving warmth and strength to the harsh winter.