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Chapter 4: Beauty and Scenery
The Wen Family Cemetery, neglected due to the absence of descendants to pay respects, has become overgrown with weeds, desolate and forlorn.
Only the grass in front of Minister Wen and Consort Wen's graves has been partially cleared, with two empty wine cups placed on the grave mound.
It seems that Wen Zhao was discovered and fled in a panic, leaving the task unfinished.
Wen Qingyu's tears streamed down her cheeks again as she filled the two empty cups and poured the contents onto the grave.
"Father, Mother, Qing'er has come to see you..."
In the rainy spring, a light drizzle fell at dusk. Amidst the misty rain, Wen Qingyu knelt at the grave for a long time.
Yan Zhi Xi stood at a distance, watching Wen Qingyu's frail figure, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety.
He hesitated for a moment, then disregarded Wen Qingyu's warning against entering the Wen Family cemetery and strode over. When he grasped Wen Qingyu's wrist, that inexplicable feeling of panic gradually faded away.
Wen Qingyu wiped her tears and looked at Yan Zhi Xi coldly. "What are you doing here?"
Yan Zhi Xi remained silent, suddenly lifting his robe and kneeling before the graves of the two elders of the Wen Family, bowing deeply three times.
"Minister Wen, Consort Wen, I... I was wrong in the past and did many regrettable things. I will treat Qing'er well from now on and make amends with my remaining years. If there is a next life, I will repay all that I owe to the Wen Family."
Sovereign knelt down, this was already the greatest sincerity.
Wen Qingyu had no expression and stood up.
“Qing'er.” Yan Zhi Xi called out to her, and Wen Qingyu stopped in her tracks, “I really want to spend my life with you, please don’t leave me.”
After a long while, Wen Qingyu replied lightly：“Too Late, return to the Palace。”
Although this was not the answer he wanted, Wen Qingyu was not indifferent, which made him pleasantly surprised.
Yan Zhi Xi quickly caught up with her and tentatively held her hand. Seeing that she did not pull away, her star-like eyes suddenly shone brightly.
“Alright, let’s Return to the Palace.”
After returning from the cemetery, Wen Qingyu's mood and complexion improved significantly.
More comforting than Yan Zhi Xi was the group of palace maids, who no longer had to live in fear of provoking Yan Zhi Xi, this living Yama.
Wen Qingyu suffered from severe morning sickness, unable to eat, and had become as thin as a piece of paper. In less than three months, her belly had already slightly rounded.
Yan Zhi Xi felt a tight pain in his heart and bestowed the best imperial chef to Chenyu Palace, trying various ways to prepare meals for Wen Qingyu every day.
One day, while Yan Zhi Xi was reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study, Zhang Gonggong rushed in with a beaming face and reported, “Your Majesty… Your Majesty, Consort Yu requests you to dine at Chenyu Palace tonight.”
These days, Wen Qingyu was not as warm towards him, but she was no longer as indifferent as before.
Occasionally, when Yan Zhi Xi spoke, she could respond with a couple of sentences.
Dinner was not held indoors, but in a courtyard of Chenyu Palace. The vibrant flowers bloomed everywhere; although it was not as luxurious and precious as the Imperial Garden, it had its own charm.
As Yan Zhi Xi stepped into the courtyard, he held his breath.
Wen Qingyu wore a simple long dress, her snow-white hair unadorned, cascading like a waterfall over one shoulder. Bathed in the beautiful evening glow and the shimmering shadows of flowers, she looked like a celestial being.
He couldn't bear to disturb this picturesque scene, but Wen Qingyu turned her head and looked at him for a long time before slightly curling her lips, "You’re here."
Yan Zhi Xi took a while to come back to his senses and foolishly replied, "I’m here."
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