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With You Until We Grow Old
Chapter 46: Now It's My Turn to Wait for You
Wen Qingyu's time for labor was drawing near, and the tense situation in the capital suddenly calmed down, with no further developments reported.
Wen Qingyu felt a turmoil in her heart.
During lunch one day, Wen Qingyu found it hard to eat and said to Chen Yan, "I heard there is a temple in the suburbs of Shu Region that is very popular. I want to go there to pray for peace of mind—first for my younger brother's safety, and second for the health of my child."
"Alright, I'll contact the carriage right away." Chen Yan picked up some food for her. "But you need to take care of your health; you've become even thinner lately."
Wen Qingyu looked at Chen Yan's plain face and took a long time before putting the food into her mouth.
The next morning, Chen Yan personally took Wen Qingyu to the temple.
Since Jing Wang's downfall, the temple had seen a significant decline in visitors.
Wen Qingyu knelt on the mat, sincerely lighting incense and making wishes.
Chen Yan stood at the door, gazing at the distant mountains under the gentle sunlight. He had never believed in gods or spirits, but at that moment, he silently prayed in his heart to reconcile with Qing'er and to erase past mistakes.
But is it possible?
Wen Qingyu did not know how long she had been kneeling in the temple. Just as she was about to rise, a shadow emerged from behind the statue of Buddha.
"Ah..."
Half a gasp was covered by the newcomer’s hand.
"Shh, it's me."
Wen Qingyu recognized that cold voice; it was Chasing Wind.
After Chasing Wind released her, she suddenly turned around, tears filling her eyes. "Chasing Wind, I thought something happened to you! Why did it take you so long to find me?"
"I was captured." Chasing Wind said succinctly.
"Who?"
"Chen Yan." Chasing Wind gazed deeply at Wen Qingyu, speaking each word clearly: "Or it could be Yan Zhi Xi."
Wen Qingyu widened his eyes in shock, as if he couldn't comprehend Chasing Wind's words.
"He's not wrong." A voice, familiar as if etched in bone, came from behind.
Wen Qingyu turned around abruptly to see Chen Yan walking in casually, still that ordinary face, but something was different this time.
"You are... Yan Zhi Xi?" Wen Qingyu's voice trembled.
"Qing'er, it's me." Yan Zhi Xi tore off the human skin mask, revealing that long-lost devilishly beautiful face once again.
"Yan Zhi Xi, you lied to me." Wen Qingyu felt a sharp pain in his heart; this man had deceived him time and again.
"Qing'er, I will do whatever it takes to win you back."
Yan Zhi Xi took a step toward Wen Qingyu, who instinctively stepped back in fear. Seizing the moment while Chasing Wind was still processing, she drew his long sword and held it against her throat. "Don't come any closer."
"Qing'er."
"Qing Yu."
The two men exclaimed simultaneously.
Yan Zhi Xi halted, his gaze fixed firmly on the gleaming blade, fearing that Wen Qingyu might harm himself.
"Qing'er, put down the sword, don't hurt yourself." Yan Zhi Xi felt heartbroken but still forced a smile, coaxing gently, "Whatever anger you have, take it out on me. I'll agree to anything you want."
"Is that so?" Wen Qingyu smiled bitterly. "I want you out of my sight; I never want to see you again."
Yan Zhi Xi fell silent. It was impossible for him to give up on Wen Qingyu, but seeing the blood mark appear on Wen Qingyu's neck made him shut his eyes tightly.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a resolute look in them.
"Alright, I promise you, I will leave, but I will always wait for you in the imperial city. This time, it's my turn to wait for you."
After saying that, he turned to look at Chasing Wind reluctantly and said, "After I leave, I entrust Qing'er to you."
He was unwilling to hand Wen Qingyu over to Chasing Wind, but he also knew that besides himself, perhaps the only person who would go all out to protect Wen Qingyu was Chasing Wind.
Chasing Wind stared at him and said, "Don't worry, I will make sure Qing Yu is happier than when she was with you."
The two men locked eyes, each filled with reluctance and competition.
Yan Zhi Xi took one last deep look at Wen Qingyu before turning to leave.
Watching him fade into the twilight, Wen Qingyu suddenly felt her strength leave her, and her sword clattered to the ground.
Chasing Wind quickly supported her weak body.
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