Shen Xiwei couldn't sleep. Hearing a noise in the room, he thought it was Yuzhu and asked in a somewhat gloomy tone, "How is that bitch Yun Que?"

After not hearing a reply for a while, she sensed something was wrong and looked up.

Behind the hanging curtains, a figure was vaguely reflected. The candlelight in the room was dim, and the figure's outline was not very clear. In the shadows, the figure stood there, half-lit and half-dim.

Shen Xi was startled and instinctively asked, "Who's there!"

The curtain was parted by a hand, and Chi Jingyu walked in from behind it, bringing with him a chilly atmosphere. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He looked up and, when he saw Shen Xiwei on the couch, his eyes deepened imperceptibly.

Shen Xiwei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and a hint of concern appeared in her eyes: "The young master has finally woken up."

She knew that Chi Jingyu was unconscious, but she had just miscarried and was very weak, so she couldn't get out of bed.

Chi Jingyu's lips moved slightly, but he asked her, "Do you hate Yun Que?"

Clearly, he already knew what had happened.

Shen Xiwei stiffened, a strange unease creeping into her heart. She looked up at his expression and pursed her pale lips: "Your Highness, she killed our child. Can't I hate her?"

Her face was deathly pale, her body frail and weak, and her appearance was undeniably genuine. However, the thought that she had also deceived him for half her life in the same frail manner in her previous life made Chi Jingyu feel an uncontrollable surge of resentment.

He stared at Shen Xiwei without saying a word. The latter gradually became uneasy. Clearly, the prince had been very fond of her before, so why had he changed his attitude now?

Could it be that the lark said something to him, causing him to doubt himself?

Shen Xiwei bit her lip, but what could she do about her doubts? She had indeed lost her child and damaged her health; there was no faking it!

Tears streamed from her empty, numb eyes, revealing a resolute expression:

"Does Your Highness feel sorry for Yun Que? She only received a few beatings, while I lost my child! You also looked forward to the arrival of this child, have you forgotten, Your Highness?"

Chi Jingyu's eyes flickered slightly, and seeing her despairing expression, his attitude softened a little.

She had just miscarried and was in a weak state. Even if she harbored resentment, the affection she had for so many years was genuine.

"I will punish Yun Que. You take good care of yourself and I will give you an explanation."

Seeing him turn to leave, Shen Xiwei's eyes widened slightly: "Isn't Your Highness going to stay here with me?"

Chi Jingyu turned his head slightly, his expression calm: "I have more important things to do. I'll come again when I have time."

"..." Shen Xi stared blankly as the hem of his white robe disappeared through the doorway, unable to utter a word to stop him.

She inevitably felt a chill in her heart, but at the same time, a strange feeling arose within her.

The prince used to be aloof, but he was gentle and considerate towards her. However, just now, he seemed cold and distant, unapproachable, which even made her feel a little afraid.

Shen Xiwei looked at the long night, her eyes stinging, and she just kept her eyes open until dawn.

The numbness and despair in his eyes gradually turned into a burning, bright hatred.

——

As usual, Shen Tangning opened her eyes before Chi Yan, and unsurprisingly, she was in Chi Yan's arms again.

Don't misunderstand, it's just that the night was too cold, and she was sensitive to the cold. Chi Yan was like a heater, so she unconsciously crawled into his arms.

The first time was a little awkward, but now, practice makes perfect.

Shen Tangning, her earlobes red, tiptoed out.

It was so cold in winter that even someone as proper as her stayed in bed for a while. After calming down, Shen Tangning turned her head to look at the person next to her and softly suggested, "How about we have dumplings today?"

She knew Chi Yan was already awake, but was pretending to be asleep.

He rested his head on his arm, lying flat on his back. His profile was deep and sculpted, with a high nose bridge. His eyes were languidly open, and he slightly curled his lips: "Okay."

Shen Tangning became interested, her eyes sparkling: "I want to make dumplings myself."

She had tried once before, but her technique was clumsy and the wrappings didn't look very good. Some even fell apart while cooking, but Chi Yan was very kind and didn't leave a single one behind.