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With You Until We Grow Old
Chapter 47 Together Until We Are Old
A month later, Wen Qingyu successfully gave birth to a boy.
Wen Qingyu held her crying son in her arms, tears streaming down her face.
Chasing Wind asked her, "Have you thought of a name for the child?"
Wen Qingyu was stunned for a long time and slowly said, "Nian Sheng."
Half a month later, news came from the capital that Jing Wang had led his troops to break into the imperial city. Emperor Yan Zhi Xi was captured and executed a month later.
On that day, Wen Qingyu was holding Nian Sheng in the yard, basking in the sun. The osmanthus tree was in full bloom, filling the air with its fragrance. As the wind blew, flower petals fell like rain.
In a daze, she seemed to recall many years ago when she met him in Guilin.
She said, "Why do you ask me my name? Do you intend to marry me someday?"
He replied, "If the young lady does not mind."
That year, they were still so young. Time passed quickly; in the blink of an eye, they had grown old and their hair had turned white.
A month later, in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Under the scorching sun, Yan Zhi Xi was shackled and tied to a pile of firewood. His hair was disheveled and he looked disheveled, but on his proud face was a sneer that looked down on all living beings.
Wen Zhao, dressed in Brocade Robes and Jade Hats, was laughed at until he felt uneasy. He swung the long whip in his hand and struck it hard against him.
"This whip is for my mother."
Blood splattered.
Another whip came down.
"This whip is for my father."
Wen Zhao gritted his teeth, mentioning a deceased member of the Wen Family, and struck Yan Zhi Xi fiercely with the whip, pulling it away with flesh and blood.
Yan Zhi Xi closed his eyes, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth, laughing with a sense of pride, as if the wind and clouds were light and carefree.
It was unclear how many whips had been struck when a servant rushed over. "Wei Wang, there is a woman outside the city seeking an audience; it is your sister."
Wen Zhao stopped and shouted, "Quickly bring her in."
Yan Zhi Xi, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide, his night-like gaze instantly shining brightly.
Wen Qingyu, led by the guards, approached step by step while holding a child.
Yan Zhi Xi's gaze remained fixed on that slender figure without blinking.
"Sister." Upon seeing Wen Qingyu's head of white hair, the man who had just been fierce and ruthless suddenly burst into tears. "You have suffered."
Wen Qingyu gently touched Wen Zhao's increasingly resolute face and smiled affectionately. "Sister, I thought I would never see you again."
Wen Zhao saw the child in Wen Qingyu's arms and asked, "Whose child is this?"
Wen Qingyu's gaze fell on Yan Zhi Xi, but she did not answer. However, Wen Zhao suddenly guessed.
He looked at Wen Qingyu in disbelief, and after a long moment, he pointed at Yan Zhi Xi and squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth, "This person is an enemy of the Wen Family."
"I know. Second Brother, you don't need to be troubled. The enmity of the Wen Family must be avenged; I will kill him myself."
Wen Zhao frowned, unsure of what Wen Qingyu intended to do.
Wen Qingyu walked over to Yan Zhi Xi while holding the child. Yan Zhi Xi stared at her with fervent eyes and said, "You really came."
"I came," Wen Qingyu replied calmly. "I came to kill you."
"Good."
Yan Zhi Xi smiled. He would give her whatever she wanted, even his life.
He pointed to his left atrium and said, "This time, don't stab here." Then he took Wen Qingyu's hand and placed it on his right chest. "My heart is here."
"Understood." Wen Qingyu brought the child in front of Yan Zhi Xi and said, "It's a boy, named Yan Nian Sheng."
The baby in the swaddling cloth was exquisitely beautiful, wearing a Longevity Lock on his chest. Upon seeing the blood-stained Yan Zhi Xi, he actually laughed joyfully.
Yan Zhi Xi cautiously reached out his hand and poked at the baby, then burst into laughter. "Qing'er, I have no regrets in this life."
Wen Zhao frowned as he watched the two speaking timidly to each other.
Suddenly, a flash of silver appeared as the dagger plunged into Yan Zhi Xi's chest. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Wen Qingyu had once loved Yan Zhi Xi and feared her compassion would prevent her from killing him...
In the next moment, Wen Zhao was stunned as Wen Qingyu withdrew the dagger and drove it into her own chest.
"Sister," Wen Zhao shouted, running a couple of steps before suddenly stopping.
He saw Wen Qingyu wrap her arms around Yan Zhi Xi's neck, her face blooming with a youthful smile.
Yan Zhi Xi held Wen Qingyu tightly, kissing her cheek repeatedly. "Qing'er, why are you so foolish?"
"Only by doing this can I be with you," Wen Qingyu said, never feeling so at ease before. Her eyes were filled with revived love. "I didn't expect you to surrender so obediently."
"Of course not."
Blood trickled from the corner of Yan Zhi Xi's mouth, his eyes filled with pride. "I have long subdued the main general of Jing Wang, and there are ten thousand shadow guards hidden in this palace. At my command, they will disappear instantly. This has all been my trap."
"Was letting me go and pretending to be someone else to get close to me also part of the trap?"
"Yes. Do you still blame me?" Yan Zhi Xi asked softly.
Wen Qingyu did not answer; the love and hate in this world had long become unclear.
She nestled closer to Yan Zhi Xi, sleepily closing her eyes. "Why did you give up?"
"Because I want you to be happy."
"Qing'er, this time, I won the bet; you still love me."
"Then I will come to find you in my next life, and we will grow old together, okay?"
After a long time, Wen Qingyu replied, "Okay."
The Setting Sun was like blood, and the military flags on the city walls fluttered in the wind.
Wen Zhao picked up the child and looked at the two people who were tightly embraced together even in death. After a long silence, he called for the guards and said, "Bury them together."
Outside the palace walls, news of Yan Zhi Xi's death arrived. Chasing Wind remained lost in thought for a long time.
A long time ago, Wen Qingyu had asked him why he saved her.
He had never told her that many years ago, she had once shown him kindness over a meal. She had long forgotten it, but he had always remembered.
Life is sometimes like this; it is unfortunate to meet too late.
(The end)
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