When Shao Qing woke up, she knew Wei Jing was no longer by her side.

If he was there, he would always be the first to know when she woke up.

She opened her eyes and asked, "Madame Ping, what time is it?"

The voice of Sun replied: "It is three quarters after 3 pm. It is almost noon."

Sun had been worried about her daughter, but her son-in-law wouldn't let anyone into the main courtyard. After Wei Jing finally went to the front, she hurried over to guard him.

Sun was sitting beside the bed. When she saw her daughter wake up, she hurriedly leaned over to help her up, then quickly spread out her thick clothes and put them on her. After she was dressed and washed, she helped her to sit on the beauty couch. She hesitated.

"Yuan'er, you..."

"Mother, I have thought it through."

Sun hesitated to speak, just wanting to persuade her daughter to think twice. She is also a mother and can understand her daughter's choice, but in her heart her daughter is definitely more important than her unborn grandson.

Shao Qing understood. She grabbed Sun's hand on her arm and smiled, "After the baby is born, there is still a 70% chance of recovery. If not, it may be possible to recover a little."

Shao Qing had a smile on his face, and he was not only calm but also very positive.

She is a bit unlucky, but she always manages to turn misfortune into fortune. For example, when she just crossed the river, she became a fugitive and was hunted down, but she stumbled through it; another example was when she had no choice but to jump into the river, but she also reached the shore safely.

The chances were so small, yet she made it. It will definitely work this time. You don't have to have both children and eyes.

Besides, how difficult could it be to live a life of luxury nowadays? It can't be harder than when you first arrived and could be killed at any time, right?

Shao Qing doesn't like to complain about herself. From the time of the accident to now, she has adjusted her mentality.

Sun sighed heavily, "Okay, it will be fine."

This calm and positive attitude was also appreciated by Yan Ming.

Not long after Shao Qing woke up, Yan Ming came to check her pulse again and nodded, saying, "That's good. You have to hold on."

As a doctor with superb medical skills, he knows too well the impact of mentality on patients. Although Shao Qing is gentle, she is as tough and calm as Wei Jing.

Shao Qing smiled when he heard this: "Yes, I will."

She felt at ease and full of energy. She could no longer sit still, so she asked Madam Sun and Madam Ping to help her walk around the yard for a few laps, listen to the weather, and talk about it.

Back in the room, she listened to Chunxi reading to her while chatting with Sun. Let’s talk about Quyang Dasheng, Shaobai, and Sun’s daughter-in-law who is being kept in an unknown relative’s home.

Her attitude infected everyone, and the depressing atmosphere that had shrouded the place for days was finally swept away. The room was filled with the sounds of reading aloud and laughter.

Shao Qing was in a very good mood. She ordered the meal herself, choosing her favorite dishes and those that Wei Jing liked. She also asked Sun, but Sun waved her hand unhappily, saying that she would go back to eat and not stand in front of her son-in-law to get in the way.

In fact, she hoped that her daughter and son-in-law would have a better relationship. After all, there are always hidden worries.

They laughed and talked again, but when the kitchen came to report that the meal was almost ready, Wei Jing had not returned yet.

Shao Qingqi: "What time is it?"

"Madam, it's the twilight hour."

It was 15:00 on the twentieth hour, time for dinner. Normally, if Wei Jing was delayed, he would have asked someone to tell him, let alone now?

Shao Qing thought about it and immediately remembered the mother and daughter of the Meng family. She was startled and said hurriedly, "Quick, Madam Ping, ask Wang Jing to go to the front and ask, did my husband go to the dungeon?"

The mother and daughter of the Meng family deserved the punishment they received, and she didn't care about their life or death.

She only cares about her husband.

After suffering a devastating trauma, Wei Jing obviously had some psychological problems. Shao Qing was not a psychologist, so she could only try to persuade and guide him in her own way.

For several years.

It was not easy, but at this critical juncture when he was about to get out of it, a mother and daughter named Meng appeared.

Shao Qing has been in a state of flux these past two days and was unable to take care of these two people for the time being. Now that he thinks of them, he becomes extremely anxious.

She didn't want Wei Jing to go back to his original state, and she didn't want him to continue suffering. She was most afraid that once he went back, it would be even more difficult for him to get out of this situation.

Shao Qing urged again and again, and Nanny Ping and others did not dare to delay. Wang Jing rushed to the front yard and asked, and sure enough, Wei Jing had really gone to the dungeon and had been there for some time.

Shao Qing stood up suddenly, not caring about his eyesight problems, and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry, help me go!"

A sedan chair had always been prepared, but Shao Qing didn't like sitting in it, so the guards immediately brought it over, and she got on the sedan chair and hurried towards the dungeon.

Important places like the dungeon have always been off-limits to outsiders, but Shao Qing was an exception. He was carried directly to the big iron gate of the stone prison in a sedan chair and then carefully lowered down.

With Nanny Sun Ping supporting him on both sides, Shao Qing walked steadily. She was impatient and urged him, "Let's hurry up."

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly broke out: "Someone, open the door! Gouge out his eyes first!"

Although the sound was coming from quite far away from the big iron gate, it was so loud that everyone could still hear it clearly. It was extremely cruel and chilling, and coupled with this extremely bloody order, Madam Sun and Madam Heping shuddered instantly.

Shao Qing was anxious. The voice was clearly Wei Jing's. "Hurry, let's go over there!"

She was pregnant, so Nanny Ping Sun dared not run no matter how fast she ran. Shao Qing was so anxious that she called out, "Husband!"

Her voice was hurried and anxious, and soon approached, and a word "husband" rushed into Wei Jing's ears.

His wife's face flashed before his eyes instantly. His mind, which was about to be burned by deep hatred, cleared up for a moment. His actions were faster than his thoughts. He jumped onto the stairs to meet his wife.

"Ah Qing, why are you here?"

Shao Qing was greeted by a familiar embrace. She couldn't see, but her hearing was sharper than before.

Wei Jing was breathing heavily like a seriously injured beast, his heart was beating fast, and his body was shaking slightly. Shao Qing shook his hand back, and his palms were wet.

Her heart tightened and she quickly reached out to touch his face.

The muscles in his cheeks and jaw were tense and his face was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Sun and Nanny Heping beside him held their breath and dared not move at all. They could not see anything, but it was not difficult to imagine what Wei Jing looked like now. Shao Qing had seen Wei Jing lose control more than once.

But he hasn't lost control in a long, long time.

Damn the Meng mother and daughter!

She felt so distressed that she immediately stretched out her arms to hug him back, patting him to comfort him, and said softly, "Husband, can we go back first?"

Since I haven't smelled the blood yet, the eye-gouging has definitely not been carried out. The mother and daughter of the Meng family almost killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers and they deserved to be put to death. But Shao Qing didn't want Wei Jing to kill him cruelly, especially with his own hands, as this would only make him go further back on his old ways.

"OK?"

"……good."

Wei Jing was in a very bad condition. Although he had regained consciousness, his teeth were still clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, and his head and face were covered in cold sweat.

The violent factor was rushing through his blood vessels, tumbling and clamoring as if it was about to burst out of his body, but he still tried hard to suppress it and immediately agreed to take his wife away.

"Chengping, lock the person up first." Shao Qing couldn't see, so he followed the direction and gave orders to Han Xi.

Han Xi responded immediately and heaved a sigh of relief, but his master was still in a bad condition, so he quickly returned the key and protected the back tightly.

Wei Jing did not ask anyone to help him. He half hugged and half embraced his wife as she walked out of the stone prison. The cold wind made him feel better.

The heavy breathing was still in her ears, but that big hand carefully tucked her cloak. In his arms, Shao Qing never needed to worry about her safety. She put her arms around his neck and asked him to take her back to the main courtyard.

"Everyone go down."

Wei Jing gave a short command, took his wife into the inner room, placed her on the beauty couch, and held her tightly in his arms.

Shao Qing stretched out his arms and hugged him back, resting his head on the crook of his neck, fumbled to take out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face carefully, and kissed him gently.

Her embrace was very warm, and her gentle and caring gestures were like a spring breeze, soothing his brutality. Wei Jing's expression gradually calmed down, and the red in his black eyes faded a little.

"Ah Qing, I'm going to kill her!"

Wei Jing had already separated his father and Meng, but his murderous intent remained undiminished. His voice was hoarse, yet sinister.

He was still determined to kill, but he was afraid that his wife would be unhappy, so she stopped him and explained hastily, "Ah Qing, I..."

"I know. I know everything."

Shao Qing patted his back gently and said with certainty: "She was instructed by Prince An to put hundreds of thousands of troops to death. According to military law, her crime is unforgivable."

No matter what Meng's reasons were, should 300,000 soldiers sacrifice their lives for this?

There is also Wei Jing, and King An’s target is Wei Jing.

Shao Qing had already asked Prince An about the plan. Although Wei Jing didn't want her to worry about it and downplayed it, she could guess that it was dangerous. Wei Jing was almost trapped and burned to death in flames.

She was filled with fear and hated the mother and daughter of the Meng family, Prince An, even more. These people were vicious and unscrupulous, and they deserved their death.

"But, but..." His wife just stopped him.

Shao Qing gently stroked his temples and put her face against his cheek: "Why would I care about her? I only care about you."

She said softly: "Husband, I don't want you to become the same as before, I just want you to get better and better."

The gentle whispers flowed through his heart like a clear spring. Wei Jing's heart gradually calmed down, and he listened to her quietly with his ears tilted.

"They are rubble, and you are a pearl. How can you let rubble damage a pearl?"

She held his hand and held it to her heart: "They did something wrong, it's not a pity for them to die, but I won't allow you to punish yourself with their mistakes."

Wei Jing knew what his wife was talking about. He also knew that he was in a very bad state just now. He said anxiously, "Ah Qing, don't worry. I won't do it again."

He hastily assured: "I will not gouge out her eyes, I will just order someone to kill her."

Wei Jing's voice became clear again, his tone and speaking speed were almost the same as usual, and he stopped sweating. He finally recovered.

Very good.

Shao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled back down to the ground. He said "um" softly and said okay.

Seeing this, Wei Jing felt a little relieved, but then he thought that it was wrong to make his wife worry about these people. He knew what she was worried about, and said softly, "Ah Qing, don't worry, I won't let you worry anymore."

Shao Qing naturally believed him, and there was no other mother and daughter like Meng in the world, so she said softly, "Okay."

The couple embraced each other, and the atmosphere in the room became peaceful again. After a long time, when Wei Jing's mood had completely calmed down, Shao Qing suddenly remembered something.

"Husband, what about Fu Pei?"

She was thinking of Fu Pei. Wei Jing and his uncle Fu Jun had a very good relationship. Fu Pei was Meng's son, and even more so Fu Jun's son, and the only son left.

Although Meng's actions were hateful, she could not represent Fu Jun, nor could she erase the twenty years of relationship between uncle and nephew.

Sure enough, Wei Jing was silent for a moment: "If there is a chance, save him."

He is his uncle's only blood relative. If he had known about this a few months ago, he would have done everything he could to bring him back. It has to be said that Meng diluted his feelings and he couldn't even avoid feeling rejection.

Fu Pei was ten years old when the incident happened, but that was only his virtual age. He had just turned eight a few days ago, and now he is over eleven years old. He was young and had suffered a lot. As a mother, Meng would not show her ugly side in front of her young son.

But it doesn't matter if something happens. When he is not blinded by the so-called family affection, no one can do anything to him.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end the uncle-nephew relationship overwhelmed everything, and Wei Jing decided to rescue Fu Pei if he had the chance.

Shao Qing frowned when he heard this, that was a bit tricky.

Since we have to save someone, we can't save an enemy. Wei Jingruo killed Meng Fu Yun. No matter what the reason was, he couldn't escape the revenge for his mother's murder.

Wei Jing said calmly: "It's okay, it's not difficult."

Killing someone is not a good thing, and it is also a painless and painful experience, without having to suffer. But on second thought, it is a good opportunity for that vicious woman Meng.

There are too many ways that sound kind on the surface but actually make life worse than death.

Wei Jing did not intend to tell his wife in detail, but Shao Qing thought about it and guessed that she felt it was better. Killing her aunt and cousin could easily become a point of criticism.

While he was seeking revenge, he was also heading for the Nine-Five Heavens.

"It's just a few rumors, what can they do to me?"

Wei Jing didn't care: "Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. The so-called history is only written by kings."

This is the truth. Isn't there some unofficial history about this? Many times, unofficial history is more interesting than official history.

Shao Qing gently touched his forehead, and the skin under her fingers stretched. She gave him a kiss and smiled, "My husband is a master of strategy, civil and military affairs, and he will surely be remembered for generations."

She didn't know that at the moment she said this, her expression revealed an almost proud look mixed with love, and her white jade-like face was faintly glowing.

Wei Jing couldn't move his eyes away. Something was churning in his chest. All the annoyance and resentment left him at this moment. His eyes were as gentle as water, and he said softly, "Okay."

He hugged her tightly.

He still has her.

…

A desk was added to the left side room of Wei Jing's main house, where he would handle official business the next day, but he tried his best to handle the affairs while his wife was resting.

Shao Qing was taking a nap, and he stayed there for a long time before standing up.

I left the main room and stood in the corridor. In the gray sky, tiny snowflakes were floating down.

He said coldly: "Move Meng's Fu Yun out of the stone prison and lock her up. Disable Meng's hands and feet. Cut off the tendons of Fu Yun's right hand and right foot. Lock the door tightly and no one is allowed to talk to her."

His limbs were useless and he could only lie paralyzed, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating in bed. He had bedsores and muscle atrophy, and there was no medical care or medicine. See how Fu Yun, who only has one hand and one foot, takes care of her mother.

If you still feel uncomfortable, you may die of illness later.

"yes!"

Han Xi's eyes were also cold. He nodded quickly and took the order to do it personally.

The cold wind blew the first snow into the corridor, and Wei Jing's clothes fluttered. After a moment, he turned around and went into the room.

With the door closed, the spring warmth fills the room, completely isolating the winter cold from the outdoors.