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Chapter: The Return of the Child
The next day, Yan Zhi Xi did not attend court and sat by the bed waiting for Wen Qingyu to wake up.
The moment Wen Qingyu opened her eyes and saw Yan Zhi Xi, she suddenly recalled the events of last night, and her breath caught in her throat. Compared to the humiliation of last night, she was more worried about the safety of Chasing Wind and Rui Xi.
"Where are Chasing Wind and Rui Xi?"
Wen Qingyu sat up abruptly. No matter how skilled Chasing Wind was, with so many experts from the palace pursuing him, it was likely that he was in grave danger.
This concerned question ignited Yan Zhi Xi's jealousy to its peak.
Yet he remained expressionless, coldly saying, "They escaped."
A heavy stone in Wen Qingyu's heart suddenly fell, and a relieved smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"You care about Chasing Wind so much."
Yan Zhi Xi leaned closer to her, his slender fingers lifting a strand of her white hair, sniffing it under his nose, and gazing at her with his phoenix eyes. "But Chasing Wind did not save you; he ran away with another woman."
His fingertips slid down, stopping on the pale skin of her neck where deep bite marks from last night remained.
"Qing'er, you must know that in this world, I am the only one who will never abandon you."
Yan Zhi Xi's low voice, laced with a sinister charm, felt like a curse from a demon, causing Wen Qingyu to shudder.
She thought Yan Zhi Xi had truly gone mad.
Yan Zhi Xi straightened up and called out to the maid waiting outside, "Bring in the medicine."
At this moment, Yan Zhi Xi's smile faded, transforming back into that familiar cold demeanor, as if the man who had cried last night was merely a figment of Wen Qingyu's imagination.
The maid brought the medicine, and Yan Zhi Xi took it to feed Wen Qingyu.
The bitter taste filled her nostrils instantly, reminding Wen Qingyu of her year-long experience with medicine. She turned her head away to avoid it.
"This is a tonic, beneficial for your health. It can help you conceive my child faster," he said.
Upon hearing this, Wen Qingyu clenched the blanket tightly and scoffed, "Yan Zhi Xi, after everything you've done, why do you still think I would bear your child?"
Yan Zhi Xi remained unfazed, coldly stating, "Whether you want to or not, you will bear my child."
After that, Yan Zhi Xi forced himself on her several more times. Each time was rough and urgent.
Wen Qingyu wished she could kill him or take her own life, but Yan Zhi Xi sent people to watch her every day.
This torment continued until a month later when the imperial physician diagnosed her as pregnant.
On that day, the man filled with malice finally showed a smile.
He tenderly held Wen Qingyu's cold hand, like an ordinary father in a common family, and asked her, "Qing'er, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Wen Qingyu did not respond, so he continued cheerfully, "I like daughters; if she looks like you, that would be wonderful. If it's a son, I will make him the crown prince as soon as he is born."
Wen Qingyu placed her hand on her flat abdomen and closed her eyes. She did not know how to feel; she did not look forward to this child's birth and did not want any connection with this man again. Yet, this child was also her flesh and blood.
Just like the last one.
All day long, Yan Zhi Xi stayed at Chenyu Palace. He ordered someone to bring a wooden box and carefully took out each item inside for Wen Qingyu to see.
These were all evidence of Wen Qingyu's past affection for Yan Zhi Xi, but at that moment, she wished she could burn them all to ashes.
She closed her eyes to sever those feelings of regret and pain.
Yan Zhi Xi did not force it, and so the interpretation came one by one.
"You intended to play this piece with these few dry leaves on our wedding night."
"This ancient poetry book is my favorite."
Yan Zhi Xi painfully picked up the palm-sized shoes, his expression tinged with anguish. "These shoes... you once looked forward to the birth of this child, but... Qing'er, can we use these shoes for our future child?"
"Enough, get out, I don't want to see you."
Wen Qingyu couldn't take it anymore and grabbed a porcelain vase from the bedside, throwing it at Yan Zhi Xi. Yan Zhi Xi did not dodge, and blood instantly stained half of his face.
The guards outside heard the commotion and rushed in, only to be ordered out by Yan Zhi Xi.
He stood still, looking at Wen Qingyu, whose eyes were filled with tears, allowing the blood to stain half of his face.
After a long time, he finally spoke softly yet firmly: "Qing'er, there will come a day when you will remember."
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