101. Marry Me

Yun Zhihe looked at the two soft children in front of her with a bit of confusion. She opened her mouth a bit helplessly, but could not say anything. She could only purse her lips and quietly watch the two newborn children sleeping sweetly together.

...they are twins, a boy and a girl.

The small, soft hands were placed beside his face, and Eunuch Li smiled brightly and said to Yun Zhihe in a hushed voice.

"Madam Yun, this is a great blessing! They are twins, a boy and a girl."

"A sister and a brother... His features are inspired by Madam Yun and His Highness. He will surely be a handsome young man when he grows up."

Yun Zhihe paused, and seeing that the child was so engrossed in watching that he hadn't reacted yet, he suddenly woke up after a long time and nodded in response.

Xuanyuan Ying had not told her in previous letters that he was pregnant. She only found out about it on her way back to Beijing. Now... she felt a little unrealistic.

During the entire pregnancy, she was away from home and didn't take care of him at all... She just waited for him to be alone to endure the pain of separation, the worries about state affairs, and even the possibility of rebellion.

Qin Duan and Xuanyuan He have been thrown into prison, and the rest of the accomplices have also been dealt with. The lives of these two will not be in danger, but they will probably never be able to enter the political arena in this lifetime.

After being in a daze for a while, Xuanyuan Ying slowly woke up. He let out a moan and was hurriedly helped up by Eunuch Li beside him. Yun Zhihe also came to his senses and hugged his body helplessly.

He was so thin, almost a bag of bones.

Yun Zhihe felt a little distressed.

Eunuch Li saw the right moment and went out, leaving only the two of them and the two sleeping children.

Xuanyuan Ying groaned, and looked at her almost intently, as if longingly.

He trembled and slowly snuggled into her arms, closed his eyes and spoke softly in a hoarse voice.

"……Miss you."

Yun Zhihe took a breath and felt the fragrance of his hair at the tip of his nose.

They had been separated for nearly a year, and due to the urgent situation, they had not exchanged many letters.

I suppress my longing in my heart and refuse to reveal even a hint of pain to others.

Yun Zhihe felt a little sad for some reason. He was taller than her before, handsome, calm, indifferent, and cold... but now he looked pale and almost like a bag of bones.

But the corners of her eyes seemed to have a rare tenderness because of giving birth to a child.

Yun Zhihe also said something in a hoarse voice.

"I miss you as well……"

The two of them were just hugging each other with deep love. Suddenly, Xuanyuan Ying paused, looked up at the cradle, turned around and asked Yun Zhihe.

"They... haven't been named yet."

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, and his thin white undergarment wrapped around his sexy body, revealing a small part of his chest. His Adam's apple trembled slightly, and his rare smile made him look particularly attractive.

It can be said that Xuanyuan Ying has spent half his life fighting in the court. He is iron-blooded and cold-blooded, arrogant and proud. The shy look of this young man is very different from his usual appearance.

Yun Zhihe paused, Xuanyuan Ying lowered his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, and asked softly.

"What's your brother's name?"

Yun Zhihe looked at the child who was curled up into a ball and was particularly small, and his throat felt a little dry.

"... Nian, called Nian."

Xuanyuan Ying was suddenly stunned, but still couldn't help but speak.

"You've been missing me these days..."

Yun Zhihe clenched his hand, chuckled, and looked into his eyes.

"I miss you so much by the moon. I wanted to write a poem for you, but..." She lowered her eyes and said softly, "I can't write it."

“Whenever I think of you, I can’t write.”

A burning pain of love and longing filled her chest. Whenever she thought of him, she would feel happy, and strange emotions would well up in her heart. Yun Zhihe would always look up at the bright moon in the sky alone at night, and she believed that Xuanyuan should do the same...

...Looking at the moon like this, thinking of her.

Xuanyuan Ying's eyes were a little red, and he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Perhaps it was because the pregnant husband had not yet adjusted his mood, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness and a soreness in his chest.

But he was supposed to be Jinniang's mature and steady Majesty, not so...spoiled.

Xuanyuan Ying lowered his eyes to hide his tears and suppressed his bitterness.

Yun Zhihe suddenly lifted his chin gently and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"Cry if you want to..."

She finished speaking in a hoarse voice, then lowered her eyes and gently hugged him.

"I am very reliable now."

"Already, I can be your support."

Xuanyuan Ying suddenly burst into tears, buried his head in her shoulder, and responded with a sobbing voice.

"……Um."

Yun Zhihe hugged him for a while, then suddenly remembered that he had not named his sister. He pursed his lips and took a long time to think of a word.

"Qiong Shu Yu Yi, high position, virtue and talent, the word Yi is the most wonderful."

She spoke these words quoted from classics with great consideration. After all, she was her own daughter, so how could she not think about her carefully?

"Men recite, women perform rituals."

Yun Zhihe murmured something, then looked at Xuanyuan Ying and smiled, murmuring the names of the two.

"Xuanyuan Nian, Xuanyuan Yi, it sounds so nice..."

Before she could finish, Xuanyuan Ying suddenly interrupted her with a hoarse voice.

"Yun Nian, Yun Yi."

His words were so resounding that the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. He looked at Yun Zhihe with an inexplicable persistence in his eyes, and then he said nothing.

The smile on Yun Zhihe's face froze, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"cloud……"

As the son of the emperor, he gave her his surname.

There is no doubt that Yun Yi will ascend to the throne in the future.

The world of the Xuanyuan clan... used "Yun" as its surname.

Yun Zhihe was a little bewildered. She looked at Xuanyuan Ying and said in a hoarse voice, "But, this is the Xuanyuan family's world."

straightforward.

She asked this question very frankly without beating around the bush, with a look of disbelief and dryness in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Ying closed his eyes, and suddenly reached out to pinch her sleeve. His beautiful, slender, jade-like fingertips caused wrinkles on the cuff. From his trembling fingertips, one could tell how many emotions were in his heart.

His eyes were red and his voice was particularly hoarse, almost trembling.

"But...I'm yours."

"Xuanyuan should be yours."

"The child is yours too."

“…It belongs to Yun Zhihe.”

His hoarse and dry voice was filled with tears, and his cold and steady eyes trembled slightly, filled with tears.

"You clearly don't know how much I miss you... I'm afraid you'll die in Beidi. I'm afraid you'll hate me for my involvement in your parents' murder. I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'll never see you again."

"You've been away from me for so long. When I heard the news of your disappearance... I even thought about committing suicide."

He sneered suddenly, and gently stroked his flat abdomen with a red nose.

"But these are... your children. I can't bear that you haven't seen them."

His voice became increasingly dry and hoarse, almost uncontrollable.

"I am... the high and mighty emperor, right? But... I keep wondering why I am the emperor, why... I can't be like a commoner and go looking for you at all costs?"

He finally collapsed and lowered his head, covering his face. His soft, inky hair slid down, covering his crying.

"Yun Zhihe... Jinniang... Wu... I resent my responsibilities all the time. Why can't I die with you? Why... Wu... can't I go find you... Jinniang..."

Xuanyuan Ying almost cried to the point of suffocating.

"I'm so scared... Jinniang, I'm so scared..."

"I'm so scared, I won't see you again..."

“Woo…”

Yun Zhihe's eyes were sore and his voice was choked as he hugged him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine... I'm right in front of you."

“…There’s no need to be afraid anymore.”

“Aaaaah… Aaaaah…”

He cried almost desperately, and his increasingly hoarse cry woke up the two babies, who also started crying loudly. For a while, the room was particularly noisy.

Xuanyuan Ying ignored the two children. Instead, with red eyes and hair sticking to his face, he grabbed Yun Zhihe's shoulders almost like a madman and said in a hoarse voice.

"Please...Jinniang...please..."

He looked at Ai with broken eyes, almost pleading, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Marry me, okay?"

"Let me be your... legitimate husband."

Xuanyuan Ying's voice was hoarse. The screams of childbirth and the current madness made him almost unable to speak, but he ignored the pain in this situation. The excessive emotions made it difficult for him to breathe.

Another wave of bitterness welled up in my eyes.

"Let the world's infamy be directed at me. It was me who seduced you! It was me who forced you! It was me who disregarded my integrity. Minister and emperor, adoptive father and adopted daughter, it was me who had no shame. It was me, it was all me!"

"It was me who forced you to commit yourself to me. It was me who used my power to taint Madam Xiaoyun. It was me..."

"Xuanyuan Ying, you are not worthy of being an emperor, nor a husband... Woo..."

"I beg you to let all the insults and written punishments fall on me. Even if it means being cursed in history books, or being called a scoundrel for all eternity... please let it all fall on me... please...?"

"Let me protect you..."

"I will protect you... wu... I am yours, my love..."

He could no longer control his emotions and broke down crying. His handsome face was full of tears. He just grabbed Yun Zhihe's clothes and repeated it over and over again with sobs.

"Wu... please... please marry me..."

"Please, marry me... please..."

…slowly collapsed in Yun Zhihe's arms, but still muttering to herself.

"Please... marry me..."

The two crying children also inexplicably quieted down, humming "yi ya ya", as if they were feeling the depressing atmosphere.

Yun Zhihe hadn't known when tears had fallen, and they kept dripping onto Xuanyuan Ying's hair, making a particularly crisp "thump, thump, thump" sound.

She slowly stretched out her slender white fingers, wiped away her tears, and gently hugged the weak and crying Xuanyuan Ying.

"Don't cry... wuu ...

Even as he said this, comforting Xuanyuan Ying in his arms, his voice was choked and sour.

She said softly.

"I'll marry you..."

Her fingertips trembled as she wrapped them around his hair. She gently lowered her head and kissed him with the tip of her lips, her voice clear and choked with sobs.

"I don't want all the blame to fall on you. I... am a daughter who stands tall and proud, your wife and mistress, your lover... I disregarded propriety and honor, unworthy of being a subject, and fell in love with you."

“…It’s not your fault.”

She choked with sobs.

"I'll marry you..."

"You will be my... husband, the one I marry."

"Don't be afraid anymore."

"...I'll marry you."

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