Chapter 160 Finale

When she gave birth to Xibao, her pale face, her black hair soaked with sweat, and her broken moans as she bit her lips tightly to hold back the pain...

Every scene was like a burning brand, deeply engraved in his heart. He still felt palpitations and suffocation when he thought of it.

"No," Wen Ning assured anxiously, her fingertips gently stroking the tense side of his face. "I already have experience. I understand everything this time. Everything will be fine..."

“Hmm…”

Xie Jinglan didn't allow her to have such thoughts anymore, and the rest of her words were sealed with his lips.

His kiss was deep and powerful, as if to completely devour and crush her thought.

He could agree to anything she asked, except this one thing.

From that day on, no matter how sweetly Ren Wenning spoke, or even how softly she pleaded with him when he was overwhelmed with emotion, Xie Jinglan always stuck to his bottom line.

Even though veins bulged on his forehead and he was suppressing his overwhelming emotions, he would never forget to find the black box.

It was not until a few months later that Wen Ning saw Shen Yunshu give birth to another beautiful daughter. The little girl was wrapped in a brocade quilt and grinned at her unconsciously. She felt her heart melt.

On the carriage back home, she held Xibao in her arms and asked softly, "Does Xibao want a little sister?"

Xibao blinked her bright eyes and nodded vigorously: "I do!"

Thus, a "conspiracy" quietly took root in her heart.

She took advantage of the time when Xie Jinglan was summoned to the palace for a meeting and took out the things wrapped in layers of oil paper from the black box.

Using the thinnest silver needle, and in the bright sunlight outside the window, he carefully made invisible holes in the film as thin as a cicada's wing.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gently put the box back in its place, murmuring softly, "I'm sorry, husband... You've been so kind to me, so kind to me... I even want to bear you another child."

…

Xie Jinglan was indeed strong and healthy. After just over a month, Wen Ning diagnosed the pregnancy herself.

The old lady and everyone in the mansion were all delighted by the good news, except Xie Jinglan, who showed no sign of joy at all.

He immediately rode his horse straight to Cangchun Pavilion and questioned the boss with a cold look.

"Have you been cutting corners lately?!"

The boss was so frightened by the sudden murderous aura that his face turned pale. He waved his hands repeatedly, "My Lord, please understand! Even if our shop had the guts to do something like this, we would never dare to do such a thing that would damage our reputation! The materials and craftsmanship are absolutely the same as before. There has been no slack in the slightest!"

Xie Jinglan was really confused. He was obviously extremely cautious and had already figured out how to use it. He was sure that he would never break the thing, so why did his Ning'er still get pregnant?

That night, Wen Ning grabbed his collar, raised her tear-stained face and questioned him,

"Does the Marquis dislike Ning'er? Other husbands are overjoyed when they hear their wives are pregnant, but the Marquis, after diagnosing his own pregnancy pulse, hasn't even smiled. The Marquis must be disgusted with me and doesn't want to have a child with me at all!"

Seeing her like this, Xie Jinglan felt his heart was about to be softened by her tears. He quickly hugged her tightly in his arms, his voice full of love and self-blame.

"How could I dislike Ning'er? I'm really scared and worried. Doesn't Ning'er know everything?"

He stroked his black hair and said in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault. It's all my fault. I blamed Ning'er for getting pregnant unexpectedly."

Wen Ning sobbed in his arms, "Then...what should I do now?"

"I'll take care of everything." Xie Jinglan wiped her tears and soothed her softly, "I'll arrange everything properly. I'll try my best to be by Ning'er's side. Ning'er, just focus on taking care of the baby. You don't have to think about anything or worry about anything."

Wen Ning leaned in his arms. When she heard these words, she felt delighted. Sure enough, this trick was most effective for him.

She raised her wet eyes, looked at him and said coquettishly: "Then smile."

Xie Jinglan, “…”

"I want to see it."

Xie Jinglan's eyes were filled with helpless doting, and he couldn't resist her in the end. The corners of his lips slowly rose into a gentle arc.

Unexpectedly, his smile was still there as he continued in a deep voice, "Since this thing is so unreliable, I will ask Mr. Cai to make me a decoction to eliminate my offspring tomorrow. This will solve the problem once and for all and save Ning'er from the pain of childbirth in the future."

"Ah..." Wen Ning's face fell instantly. This was not her original intention, and she was reluctant to let him drink the harmful medicine.

In a hurry, she had no choice but to hook her arms around his neck, blushing as she leaned close to his ear, whispered a few words in a mosquito-like voice, and told him all her "little actions".

After she finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head, her slender white neck slightly shrank, like a little quail that had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan was stunned at first, then a hint of understanding and deep helplessness flashed across his eyes, making him both angry and amused.

When did his Ning'er become so bad?

But he couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her.

He lifted her chin slightly with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze, his tone full of indulgence and pampering.

"You, you... I really can't do anything about you."

…

Ever since Wen Ning became pregnant, Xie Jinglan and the old lady regarded it as a matter of great importance. The entire mansion was on high alert and provided meticulous service.

But it was not the turn of the maids and servants to come forward.

As long as Xie Jinglan is free, he will stay by her side and take care of her personally, not allowing any mistakes to happen.

It was not until she gave birth safely and took good care of herself after the confinement that Xie Jinglan's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down in his stomach.

Since the old lady had a lovely great-grandson, she has been playing with him all day long, feeling happy and healthy.

Xie Jinglan had indeed relieved a lot of the burden on his shoulders. He had already trained capable generals under his command, and the affairs of the court were also arranged properly, so he had plenty of time to accompany Wen Ning.

Not only did he accompany Wen Ning to take care of the two children, he also often held her hand and rode together to the top of the mountain outside the city to watch the sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds, or sit side by side in the pavilion by the lake, watching the sunset melt into gold and the evening glow become beautiful, filling each other's eyes with warmth.

On this day, the two had just returned from watching the sunset in Xishan. They stood side by side in the corridor, looking at the two little guys in the yard.

Wen Ning leaned gently towards her husband beside her and said softly, "...I still feel a little regretful."

Xie Jinglan naturally pulled her into his arms, his chin gently nuzzling her hair. "Hmm? My Ning'er, do you have any regrets?"

"If I had a daughter..."

Xie Jinglan chuckled softly and put his arm around her tightly. "Give up that thought as soon as possible. This time, I will guard the black box tightly and will never let you take advantage of it."

Wen Ning couldn't help but smile when she heard that. She turned her head and put her ear against his warm chest, saying softly, "No, from now on, I just want to be with you until we grow old."

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This concludes the story of this book.

I still want to say a few words from my heart to my dear readers who have been with me until now.

When I typed the three words "End of full text", it was raining outside the window, and my heart suddenly surged with deep reluctance and sadness.

It's strange to say, two years ago, I was actually a person who hardly read novels.

I know very well that I will become addicted to it, so I dare not start easily.

This feeling is like when I was so emotionally trapped in a TV series that I was afraid to get involved in a new story and encounter another unforgettable character and world.

Until one day, I accidentally saw a post where a depressed friend was asking for help.

Here is a reply from a sister in her thirties, she said:

"I'm a middle-aged woman, but I'm full of anticipation for the world every day because I still have so many books on my Tomato Bookshelf that I haven't finished reading."

It was this simple sentence that suddenly shone into my world like a ray of light.

I suddenly felt that life is an experience, so why not experience it more times through stories?

So, in the next year, I read a lot of novels and watched a lot of TV series.

Perhaps it was because real work wasn’t always joyful, or perhaps it was because deep down in my heart I had a dream of becoming a writer that I dared not express, so I finally clumsily picked up the pen.

However, only when you actually start writing do you realize how difficult it is.

The setting of the characters and the direction of the plot.

I revised and deleted, deleted and revised, and often could not write more than 2,000 words a day.

I often feel so embarrassed when I read the paragraphs I wrote the night before that I dig my toes into the ground.

I don’t know how many words I wrote in the draft.

But I still want to give it a try.

I started updating my work daily with only 20,000 words in reserve, even though I had almost no idea what an outline or detailed outline was.

So, uploading in the last two minutes of the deadline became commonplace (I even stopped updating for a few days because I couldn’t finish the work, haha).

I'm wondering whether to give up.

It wasn't until I saw the first request for update, the first paragraph comment, the first book review... and even a book review of more than 800 words that I was so moved that I couldn't express it in words. It was like a college entrance examination essay for me.

I read every comment carefully and listen to different voices.

Some doubts have made me fall into self-doubt, and inevitably gave rise to the fear of being too proud of what I have.

I know that what I wrote seems to be far from being an excellent and qualified novel.

But as I persisted, I gradually understood that most people are born looking for people who resonate with them, and the same goes for stories.

It can be a companion, a way to relieve boredom, a way to relieve stress, a way to empathize with others, a way to complain, or a way to vent emotions... As long as it resonates with you for a moment, that is the meaning of the existence of this story.

As a result, I memorized some of the names that appeared frequently.

Although they have never met, through this story, they have established a wonderful and warm fate in a corner of the world.

It was you who allowed me to finally accomplish something I once thought was impossible.

I gradually developed real feelings for the characters in the story.

They are no longer just thin symbols, but have grown their own flesh, blood and soul inch by inch through day-to-day writing.

After all, this journey of words is one we have walked together.

Even if this book has too many shortcomings, even if it is so ordinary and inconspicuous, or even if it has been quietly submerged in the vast ocean of books, but because it has been anticipated and watched, it must have a complete ending.

As I write this, my heart is filled with emotions.

The letter is short but my feelings are deep, so I cannot express them all.

The story ends, but the tenderness remains.

I hope that after you close this story, you will have everything going for you and be filled with joy for the rest of your life.

See you again if we’re destined to.