She asked, "What's her name?"
"Where are you going?"
"Tell me, I will find it for you!"
Liang Su also promised, "As long as she is still alive, His Highness will help you find her!"
Several people were excited when they heard this, and a woman said in a trembling voice, "Chu Xi, her name is Chu Xi!"
[Chu Xi?] Shangguan Qingyue frowned, [Why does this sound familiar?]
"I don't know where she is now, but I remember that the Chu family said that the old Taoist priest who took her away was an immortal from the Pixia Temple in the capital..."
boom!
A white light flashed in Shangguan Qingyue's mind.
I remember now!
When Zhao Ying heard the name Pixia Temple, she also felt familiar with it, but she had never heard of anyone named Chu Xi in Pixia Temple. Could it be that he changed his Taoist name?
Just as Zhao Ying was about to say something, she was interrupted by Shangguan Qingyue. The little guy said with a sympathetic look on his face, "I know the sister Chu Xi you are talking about!"
Everyone looked at her in surprise, but when they saw her expression, their hearts sank.
The old man's lips trembled. "Young lady, do you recognize her?"
Shangguan Qingyue said seriously, "Yes, I recognize him!"
"But you can't find her. She died thirty years ago."
"Dead..."
The blood color on the eight people's faces disappeared in an instant, followed by deep despair.
"Died thirty years ago?"
Their faith was shattered in an instant, and they became completely dejected.
The woman who had just spoken cried, "How did she die? Who killed her?"
"Oh my God, why are you so cruel to Dali!" Their deaths are not a pity, but such a kind and people-loving clan should not be extinct!
Shangguan Qingyue scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said in a baby voice, "I don't know either! She said that someone named Shahzhenai killed her, and she wanted her senior brother to avenge her, but her senior brother thought she died before she could finish her words, and since he didn't avenge her, she still holds a grudge and pesters her senior brother every day."
Liang Su and the doctors were all wondering how the young lady knew about this if the man had been dead for thirty years. Could it be that she had seen a ghost?
There is nothing strange in the world, maybe...
Several people were not entangled.
And Zhao Ying immediately understood something.
This group of foreigners are indeed cruel and cautious. They must have sent people to assassinate Chu Xi.
So and so...
What is more desperate than despair is being disappointed after having hope.
The eight people hung their heads in silence, as if their souls had left their bodies.
After a while, the pregnant woman clutched her belly and said, "Cut open my belly and take the fetus out. This is our last hope. I don't believe God would be so unfair. If he could live..."
A young man broke down, "God is so unfair, allowing evil to oppress good. Otherwise, why did Dali suffer massacres for decades without God doing anything? And you still expect God to give you hope!"
The old man smiled bitterly, "Don't even mention that your pregnancy is only seven months. It won't survive at all. Even if you cesarean section, it will be a stillbirth."
If they all died, could the fetus still be alive?
Can the nutrients from the dead mother provide for him?
The pregnant woman was silent for a long moment, then said firmly, "Then I want a cesarean section too." She stroked her belly, as any mother would stroke her child, lovingly and peacefully. "Just like before I die, I want to see my child, touch him..."
Zhao Ying felt the same way, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart. She took two steps forward and soothed him gently, "Okay, I'll take care of it for you!"
The pregnant woman looked up, startled.
"If he lives, he will be the hope of Dali. If he... then I will bury him with you, allowing you to reincarnate together and continue your relationship."
The pregnant woman's lips moved for a long while, and she said with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, Your Highness."
The cesarean section operation lasted all night until the next day at dawn. The sky outside was still gloomy and drizzling. The seven survivors saw the light and fell down one by one without a sound.
Before their souls dispersed, the seven men prostrated themselves before Zhao Ying, "Your Highness is the savior of Dali. We are unable to repay your kindness. The gods can bear witness to this. I wish to use the good fortune of my entire clan to protect your prosperity and happiness. May all your wishes be granted and all your wishes come true!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan Qingyue looked at the merit points that were gathering around him and desperately running towards his mother, and couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow..." with envy.
[With so much merit, how much pure energy can be exchanged for?! Mother is so amazing!]
She suddenly hugged Zhao Ying's thighs tightly, [Breaking good luck!]
Zhao Ying looked up at the sky, but there was nothing there.
Maybe she can't see...
Luck? She thought, she didn't lack it, she would rather leave it to Dali and let them leave their bloodline.
Zhao Ying stroked Shangguan Qingyue’s little face. The little guy liked it so much!
Shangguan Qingyue frowned suddenly, jumped away, covered his nose with a look of vigilance, "No, no, I feel uncomfortable if I breathe too much. This kind of fresh air is not suitable for me! It seems that fresh air is not a good thing!"
[My senior brothers still treat it like a treasure... But if Qingqi is a good thing, then why are my senior brothers like that?]
Shangguan Qingyue was complaining, but the sky outside was getting darker and darker.
Everyone was looking forward to it, but when they saw the sky outside, they had a bad omen.
Sure enough, a moment later, several doctors brought out a baby girl whose body was blue and black. Her eyes were closed and she looked lifeless.
"Your Highness, the child's mother has passed away."
"This child...should be buried with her mother."
Zhao Ying closed her eyes, endless grief and anger washing over her.
But she said nothing, feeling powerless.
Shangguan Qingyue looked at the dark-skinned little sister in front of him, who was sleeping soundly. Her little soul was floating above her body, and the soul's little hands were grabbing onto her body, refusing to let go, but there was a force that was pulling her soul away.
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