Chapter 355 Queen Nan wakes up

Xiyan and Manluo have been feeling uneasy these days.

Although they had sent away the three plague gods, including Xiao Nanyue, they also knew that this matter could not be resolved so easily.

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Manluo saw the worry in Xiyan's eyes and gently patted her hand. The warmth of her palm was soothing.

"At least for now, they have left Nanzhao."

Manluo's comfort relaxed Xiyan's tense nerves a little.

"Yes, the most important thing right now is to give birth to the baby safely. We can talk about other things later."

Ever since Xiao Nanyue and the others left Nanzhao, Emperor Xie Zhen of Nanzhao was worried that they would come back, so he strengthened the security in the palace.

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Two months passed like quicksand through your fingers.

These days, Xiyan returned to Qionghua Palace to rest at night. During the day, she almost never left the bedside of Queen Nan Jiang Jingyue. Even though her belly was getting bigger and bigger, she still insisted on wiping and massaging her mother's body with her own hands.

The warm handkerchief brushed across Jiang Qingyue's slender arm. Xiyan would always whisper, talking about trivial matters inside and outside the palace walls. More often, she would pour out her heart to the face that had been sleeping for fifteen years.

"Mother, the hibiscus flowers in the imperial garden are blooming today. They are so beautiful that one cannot take their eyes away. I hope you can wake up when the flowers bloom."

Her fingertips pressed the acupuncture points on her mother's arm, her strength was gentle, but her voice was a little heavy:

"Xiao Nanyan and the others have already left Nanzhao, but I have a feeling that this peace won't last long."

The fetus in her belly suddenly kicked her again. The child's movements seemed to be getting louder and louder recently.

Xiyan lowered her head and smiled, but a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes:

"In just over a month, you'll be a grandmother. I wish you could wake up soon and be there with your daughter to welcome her birth."

"Mother, please wake up quickly. I really want to hear you call me, Tian'er..."

Xiyan buried her cheek in her mother's slightly cool quilt, and the familiar scent of orchids lingered at the tip of her nose - that was the incense her mother usually used, which had not changed in fifteen years. It was the deep love her father had for her mother.

Xiyan only felt that after she became pregnant, she seemed to become more sensitive and fragile, and became less and less like the cold-blooded Xuesha she used to be.

At this moment, there was a very light touch on the top of my head, like a feather brushing past, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Xiyan was startled and sat up suddenly, only to meet the gentle eyes of her mother Jiang Qingyue, who was looking at her at the moment, and her eyes were as gentle as a lake soaked in moonlight.

The hand hanging in the air was still trembling slightly, obviously exhausted all its strength.

Xiyan felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. She grasped her mother's trembling hand, her voice trembling, her eyes wide open, her mother's appearance clearly reflected in them:

"Mother, are you awake?"

Jiang Qingyue blinked, tears hanging on her long eyelashes. Her lips moved for a long time before she squeezed out two hoarse words from her cracked lips. They were mechanical and awkward, but they struck Xiyan's heart with precision:

"Tian...er..."

"Mother!"

A huge joy filled Xiyan's body. Fifteen years of accumulated longing and anticipation suddenly burst forth in this moment.

Xiyan held her mother's trembling hand tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string:

"Mother, you're really awake! You actually recognized me!"

Jiang Qingyue looked at her daughter's red eyes, nodded with difficulty, and gently patted her daughter's hand.

Tears once again flowed down her cheeks and soaked into the black hair at her temples.

For Jiang Jingyue, the fifteen years of sleep were more like a long dream shrouded in clouds and mist.

She only felt that she was always floating in chaos. She could hear her husband Xie Zhen's whispers through the curtain and feel the warmth of her son holding her wrist.

But the clearest thing is always the cry of my daughter when she was born - like a stream breaking through the ice in early spring, it echoed repeatedly in the depths of the fog for a full fifteen years.

My consciousness suddenly began to return a few months ago.

Jiang Qingyue heard her daughter telling her about her experiences over the years in her ear. She heard her daughter say that she was pregnant with the child of the Regent of Tianqi, Xiao Nanyan. She heard her sighing softly and worrying about the future peace of Nanzhao.

She tried desperately to open her eyes and tell her daughter "Don't be afraid", but her eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by lead, and her body was bound by invisible chains, so she could only struggle in vain in the darkness.

Until today, her daughter's sobbing plea reached her ears: "Mother, please look at me, at least call me..."

The grievance and expectation in that voice were like a red-hot key, suddenly prying open the shackles that bound her.

When she tried her best and raised her hand to touch her daughter's soft head, she was so burned by the real touch that she burst into tears.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

My daughter looks very much like she did twenty years ago when she was still a teenager.

Her gaze slowly moved down to her daughter's bulging belly, and a sour feeling rose in her throat.

During the fifteen years, her daughter had to endure so much grievance and injustice alone.

"Tian'er!"

She repeated the name with all her might.

This time, there was finally real warmth in his voice:

"Don't be afraid... Mother... is here."