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Chapter 1: Desperate for Death
After the Imperial Physician took his leave, Wen Qingyu's suppressed hatred finally erupted at that moment.
"Yan Zhi Xi, do you even have a heart?" Although Wen Qingyu was unwilling to bear children for Yan Zhi Xi, his words completely chilled her heart.
How cruel must a person be to harm their own flesh and blood?
"My heart only allows for Xue Er," he said coldly. "Only Xue Er is qualified to bear my child!"
Ah, indeed, from beginning to end, Yan Zhi Xi had only one person in her heart. The deeper his feelings for Wen Ruxue, the more ruthless he was towards her.
Wen Qingyu laughed hoarsely, tears soaking her face. "Yan Zhi Xi, one day you will regret what you have done today."
"There has never been a word of regret in my heart!" Yan Zhi Xi's words were resolute and unwavering.
As the days passed, Wen Qingyu's belly grew larger while her body became nothing but skin and bones.
The Imperial Physician advised Wen Qingyu to get more sunlight for her health. Thus, Yan Zhi Xi finally showed mercy and removed the delicate gold chain binding her wrist.
She was "free," yet she never stepped out of that room again.
Yan Zhi Xi visited Chenyu Palace several times. Each time, Wen Qingyu sat in a corner of the room like a lifeless statue, staring blankly into space, not even glancing at the cooling medicine.
"Take your medicine!" Yan Zhi Xi ordered angrily.
Wen Qingyu remained motionless. In a fit of rage, Yan Zhi Xi unhinged her jaw and forcefully poured the medicine down her throat.
"Wen Qingyu, I tell you, there is one last blood transfusion. Before that, don't even think about playing tricks!"
Wen Qingyu coughed painfully, and after a while, she stammered, "That's good, it's the last time."
It had been nine months; she had been a medicine person for nine months, enduring humiliation with no way to survive or die. Finally, it was coming to an end.
She gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, a smile spreading across her face.
At that time, when she no longer had any value, Yan Zhi Xi would not care whether she lived or died. On the road to the Underworld, she would accompany her child and would not feel lonely.
Yan Zhi Xi frowned as he looked at Wen Qingyu. He found himself increasingly unable to see through this woman, and this feeling made him very annoyed.
When the last blood transfusion was completed, Wen Ruxue returned to her original state, while Wen Qingyu nearly never woke up again, sleeping for more than ten days straight.
On the evening she woke up, the dark room was empty. From outside the palace walls came the distant sound of Silk and Bamboo music, lively and bustling.
It was Yan Zhi Xi holding a celebration banquet in the palace to celebrate Wen Ruxue's rebirth.
Wen Qingyu touched her flat abdomen and finally cried out in grief.
The child could not be saved during the last blood transfusion, yet she had managed to survive against all odds.
She still remembered Yan Zhi Xi's merciless words—
"Since your child has redeemed your sins, I shall spare your life."
Why did he need to spare her life? She had long since wanted to escape this miserable existence.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out a piece of secretly hidden broken porcelain and stabbed it into her throat.
A stone broke the window and hit Wen Qingyu's hand, causing her to feel numb, and the porcelain shard fell to the ground with a clatter.
Wen Qingyu's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, her hair disheveled and sticking to her face, looking utterly disheveled. With just this light blow, she had exhausted all her strength and collapsed onto the bed.
"What did I do wrong?" Her voice was dry and hoarse as she pleaded to a shadow in the darkness, "I am of no use now; please give me a quick end."
The figure picked up the porcelain shard and crushed it into powder with a squeeze.
"I am just following orders."
After taking care of Wen Qingyu for over half a year, the shadow guard spoke for the first time. His voice was colder than the stillness of the night.
Footsteps could be heard approaching from a distance. The shadow guard glanced at Wen Qingyu and said, "Live well, for your second brother."
With that, he swiftly jumped out through the broken window.
If it weren't for the still-swaying window frame, Wen Qingyu would have thought that everything that just happened was merely her illusion.
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