Chapter 120 You are so good, so good that I don't know you...
He seemed surprised by Zhao Xiheng's appearance, stopped in his tracks, and froze.
Zhao Xiheng rubbed her eyes, wiping away her tears, and asked again, her voice trembling with sobs, "Where are you going?"
Wei Li is now most afraid of seeing Zhao Xiheng, and the person he least wants to see is also Zhao Xiheng.
He gripped the reins tightly, turned his head without looking back, and led the horse away as if fleeing.
Zhao Xiheng quickly lifted her skirt and chased after him.
Wei Li took very long strides, intending to escape, and Zhao Xiheng couldn't catch up even when jogging, so she had to stop panting.
The two walked along the mountain path, stopping and starting intermittently. Wei Li finally couldn't take it anymore, biting her lower lip and turning her head, saying slowly and deliberately, "Let's go back."
"What's wrong with you? Tell me what's wrong, why are you running away from home like this?" Zhao Xiheng was panting, her cheeks stinging from the cold wind.
Wei Li had finally managed to suppress the excruciating pain, but it was stirred up again by her.
He gazed at her face greedily, as if trying to etch her whole being into his mind, but he dared not look into her eyes, nor dared to say another word to her.
Fear.
She had already met Luo Haoran, and perhaps already knew about his background, so he dared not stay by her side any longer.
Wei Li lowered his head in silence. "I'll go avenge you."
He died a worthy death, for the days he spent with her were truly wonderful, far better than the previous eighteen or nineteen years of his life.
Zhao Xiheng paused, then suddenly realized what she meant, her body trembling, "You're insane!! You're taking people to the Xianbei!"
Her deepest hatred in this life was that her father died at the hands of the Xianbei king.
But the enmity with the Xianbei is not so easy to avenge!
Even if Wei Li filled the entire army of Pingzhou with his troops, he might not be able to save his own life.
Her father has already died among the Xianbei, will her husband also die among the Xianbei?
"I'm going to assassinate him, without any men." He killed the Xianbei king, and he figured he wouldn't be able to get out of the Xianbei palace, but it was still good enough; he had avenged her father's death.
After he died, Pingzhou belonged to Zhao Xiheng, and she became the richest young widow in the world.
Wei Li didn't dare to tell Zhao Xiheng to treat Zhizhi well.
He couldn't help but think that if Zhizhi looked more like her, perhaps Zhao Xiheng would like her a little more after learning the truth.
After Wei Li finished speaking, he stubbornly continued walking down the mountain.
Even though Zhao Xiheng didn't say it, he knew she wanted revenge, but the circumstances didn't allow it, so she kept quiet about it.
"Go ahead and leave! If you're so capable, don't ever come back in this lifetime!" Zhao Xiheng was afraid that he would walk further and further away and disappear from sight, so she hurriedly shouted at his back. Her throat felt like it was blocked with a ball of water-soaked cotton. She felt that her voice was not loud enough or penetrating enough, otherwise why would Wei Li not stop?
"If you dare take another step forward today, I'll consider you dead! Tomorrow I'll find thirty male concubines to take turns visiting your grave every thirty days of the month. On the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, they'll all come to your grave to kowtow and call you 'Big Brother.' You won't have peace even as a ghost! You can watch from heaven as Zhizhi calls others 'Dad'!"
Wei Li stopped again, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and continued walking forward.
Oh no, this time even threatening to have an attack won't work. He's walking too fast; I can't keep up at all.
Zhao Xiheng's fingertips went numb. She steeled herself, fell down, and rolled down the steep path, letting out a series of screams.
Wei Li looked back and saw her tumbling down the steep slope of the road. Startled, he let go of the reins and rushed over to catch her.
Zhao Xiheng, who had been protecting her head with both hands, now wrapped her arms around his neck, wincing in pain. "Tell me where you feel unwell, and we'll take it slow. Don't try to kill yourself."
"It would be too hasty to seek revenge now. We're young and have plenty of life ahead of us. Let's plan it out slowly."
She knew that if she fell, Wei Li would definitely not abandon her.
The price to pay is rather high.
She held him tightly, their chests pressed together, their heartbeats almost merging into one.
Wei Li's eyes were blurry with tears, and she didn't even dare to touch her. She felt guilty if she got too close to her. "Luo Haoran hasn't told you yet, has he?"
That's why she chased after him; once Luo Haoran finished speaking, she knew she would feel utterly disgusted with herself.
Since things had come to this point, he might as well speak for himself. Wei Li opened his mouth, but found it difficult to utter even a single word. "I am..."
Zhao Xiheng quickly patted his back, wincing in pain as she mumbled, "Luo Haoran told me everything."
So is he still dwelling on these past events?
Wei Li was stunned for a moment, then suddenly hugged her tightly and burst into tears, "A-Dan, A-Dan..."
He really liked her so much that he shamelessly used such a lowly body to possess her, hiding his past.
If only he had a clean background...
...
Zhao Xiheng lay on the small couch, her clothes undone, revealing bruises all over her body. The ground was frozen solid in the cold weather; if it were summer, she certainly wouldn't be in this state.
Wei Li rubbed the medicated oil together and applied it to her skin. His nose and the corners of his eyes were red, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with her.
When Zhao Xiheng's wound was touched by his slightly hot hand, it hurt and went numb. Zhao Xiheng grimaced as she stared at him, thinking.
What a little princess, so spoiled, she cries even more than me.
“Speak up, didn’t you used to be quite the chatterbox?” Zhao Xiheng lifted his chin, making him look directly at her.
Wei Li turned her head away, still not daring to look at her, her hands trembling as she applied the medicine.
How could Zhao Xiheng not mind? She should mind.
These past few days, he had imagined many scenarios for Zhao Xiheng after she learned about his background, but this was the only one he had never thought of.
I simply don't dare to think about it.
Not only Wei Li, but Zhao Xiheng's mind was also buzzing.
She tapped her forehead to sort things out.
"What you've been hiding from me all this time is your true identity, isn't it?"
Wei Li nodded.
Zhao Xiheng's heart clenched, it hurt terribly. "You've always been insecure about your background, haven't you? That's why you didn't dare tell me. Seeing Zhizhi looking like you made you feel depressed, didn't it?"
Wei Li thought for a moment, then nodded.
Zhao Xiheng sighed, and the contradiction was resolved, and the root of Wei Li's depression was found.
She was so heartbroken, her eyes brimming with tears. Ignoring the pain, she hugged him tightly, and the two of them collapsed onto the couch.
Wei Li was afraid of pressing down on her, so he hurriedly propped himself up and looked at her with some confusion.
Their clothes and dark hair were intertwined, making it impossible to tell who was who for a moment.
Zhao Xiheng looked up, kissed him on the forehead, and mumbled through her tears, "Isn't he stupid? So stupid."
She kissed the tip of his nose again, "Who in their right mind would do something like this?"
Wei Li was stunned by her kiss. Zhao Xiheng's lack of disgust already made him feel like he was in a dream.
"Don't do this..." I was scared, scared that it was all fake.
Zhao Xiheng kissed his lips again and nuzzled him, "Really, Wei Li, you are so good, I like you so much, don't belittle yourself."
If he wasn't good, why would I have given birth to Zhizhi for him?
Wei Li was startled and sprang up, running away again.
Unable to catch up, Zhao Xiheng simply let him go out to calm down, and also to calm herself down.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, like tiny bubbles, and they would burst into tears at the slightest touch. She sobbed and complained, "Why can't I stop crying?"
Thankfully, Wei Li ran outside to calm down; otherwise, the two of them crying uncontrollably would have been a truly terrifying sight.
Zhao Xiheng's heart felt like it had a small bubble inside, and Wei Li kept bouncing around on it, making her feel heartbroken and sad.
Why is he so pitiful?
Who said he's bad?
He's good-looking and dotes on his wife; even his daughter takes her surname. He gives all the good food and toys to his wife and is the first one up in the middle of the night to take care of the kids.
To be honest, other mothers always have to get up in the middle of the night to soothe their children, but Wei Li is so good that Zhao Xiheng has hardly ever had to get up.
Zhao Xiheng counted Wei Li's good points on her fingers, sniffed, and felt increasingly like crying. Her husband was so good, except that he was a little silly.
Wei Li pinched himself several times, but still felt like he was dreaming.
It must be a dream!
He glanced at the study, closed the door, and decided to take a nap there. He figured the dream would end when he woke up, and maybe Luo Haoran wouldn't have appeared yet.
In the dead of night, Zhao Xiheng had stopped crying. She looked at her swollen, red eyes in the mirror, wrapped ice cubes in a handkerchief, and applied them to her eyes. "Where is my lord?"
"He's in the study. Madam, would you like to call the master back to sleep?" Xiao Tao asked.
She found it strange that His Highness and Wei Li were both crying today, and crying so miserably, but they didn't seem to have any conflict.
"No need, I'll go myself." Zhao Xiheng tidied her hair, tucked the pillow under her arm, and stormed off to the study.
If Wei Li isn't coming back, she can go find him herself; he definitely won't be able to sleep tonight anyway.
The door creaked open, and Wei Li sat up straight. Zhao Xiheng poked her head in and asked, "Want to sleep together?"
Before he could speak, she jogged over, threw a pillow on his bed, took off her clothes, and nimbly slipped into his blankets.
Wei Li did want to, but...
Oh well, it's just a dream anyway. It's good to have a good dream. I hope I can remember it when I wake up and reminisce about it from time to time.
Zhao Xiheng's hands and feet were freezing, so she quickly clung to him and put her hands inside his clothes, saying, "Let's talk."
"Yes." He nodded.
“Zhizhi is over three months old. She can roll over, but she can’t talk, stand up, or walk yet.”
"Yes." Wei Li nodded. He knew that Zhizhi was his daughter, his little darling, and Zhao Xiheng was his precious darling.
“Zhizhi will grow up little by little. When that time comes, we will take her to walk and listen to her talk. We will let her have a first birthday celebration, I will give her her first education when she is five, you will teach her archery and horseback riding when she is seven, we will send her to a girls' school at the foot of the mountain when she is eight, and when she is a teenager, we will choose a husband for her, someone as good as her father.”
"Mm." Wei Li nodded.
"But this will take many, many years. If anyone runs away during these years, these things will not be completed, and Zhizhi will have many regrets when she grows up."
Both of them choked up a little.
Wei Li turned to the side and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Zhao Xiheng kissed his sideburn. "You know, I used to have a wish that I would live to be a hundred years old, not even a day less. But then I realized that if you die first, it wouldn't be so meaningful for me to live to be a hundred alone."
So, Wei Li, can you understand? You are exceptionally good, no one in the world is better than you, and I don't mind your past.
I like you so much that I'm willing to give up my wish to live to be a hundred.
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