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Chapter: Surviving Great Difficulties
After that day, Wen Qingyu did not speak a word.
Yan Zhi Xi was worried, feeling as if there was a deadlock in front of him, unsure how to resolve it.
The only thing worth being happy about was that the fetus in Wen Qingyu's womb was very healthy.
This was his only hope, that the birth of the child could ease the relationship between him and Wen Qingyu.
Yan Zhi Xi became increasingly irritable, and with the slightest provocation, he would explode in anger.
The palace was shrouded in gloom. Zhang Gonggong prayed for Consort Yu and the prince to be safe; otherwise, it would be the servants who would suffer.
On this day, Yan Zhi Xi was in the Imperial Study discussing matters with the ministers, forbidding anyone from disturbing them.
From behind the tightly closed door came sounds of things being smashed and Yan Zhi Xi's scolding.
“Zhang Gonggong, Zhang Gonggong.” A young eunuch barged in recklessly.
“Shh, lower your voice. The Emperor is here; are you seeking death?” Zhang Gonggong reprimanded in a low voice.
The eunuch quieted down, grinning as he lowered his voice and whispered something in Zhang Gonggong's ear for a moment, then handed a money pouch to Zhang Gonggong, saying, “Zhang Gonggong, is this good news?”
Zhang Gonggong was startled and looked at the money pouch. Although it seemed ordinary, it contained great potential.
If it were true, it would indeed be a significant piece of good news. They could all breathe a sigh of relief for a while.
Zhang Gonggong could no longer care about anything else and pushed open the door, collapsing inside. Yan Zhi Xi was in a fit of anger and shouted upon seeing Zhang Gonggong enter, "You servant, who allowed you to come in?"
"Your Majesty, this servant has just received news from a scout."
Zhang Gonggong bowed his head to the ground, presenting a money pouch with both hands. "This morning, in front of Wen Family Cemetery, I saw a young man paying respects; he might be Second Young Master Wen. This was found at the cemetery."
When Yan Zhi Xi arrived at Chenyu Palace, Wen Qingyu was sitting there, still not looking at him or saying a word.
Although Yan Zhi Xi felt disappointed, his excitement was evident.
"Qing'er, Wen Zhao is not dead."
This sentence seemed to lift the curse off her. She suddenly looked up, having not spoken for a long time, her voice slightly hoarse. "What did you say?"
Yan Zhi Xi sat down beside her, took off his black cloak and draped it over her before repeating, "Wen Zhao is not dead."
After saying this, he hurriedly pulled out the money pouch from his pocket and handed it to Wen Qingyu, recounting the whole story again.
Wen Qingyu did not take it; her gaze was fixed on the Dark Green Pouch.
Seeing her like this, Yan Zhi Xi's heart tightened, fearing that this might not belong to Wen Zhao.
"Qing'er," he called softly.
Wen Qingyu trembled as she took the money pouch from his hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
This is Gu Zhao's money pouch, which she embroidered by hand. Inside the pouch, there is an embroidered character for "Zhao."
Wen Qingyu held the money pouch and cried uncontrollably, "Parents, mother, my second brother is not dead..."
Yan Zhi Xi did not hear what she said afterward; he simply leaned down and embraced her tightly, feeling her pain.
Wen Qingyu cried for a long time, as if she wanted to shed all the tears she had held back for over a year.
When she pushed Yan Zhi Xi away, her eyes were already red and swollen. She sat in silence for a long time before suddenly standing up and kneeling on the ground.
"I beg you to let me out of the palace; I want to visit my parents' graves."
This sudden kneeling caught Yan Zhi Xi off guard, as if she had knelt on his heart. He looked at her expression, which was filled with a mix of gloom and a hint of fervor, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
When would this woman show him her smile again?
"Alright, I'll accompany you."
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