Killing Game
Chapter 43: The Killing Game
The mansion invited a Taoist priest who was good at fortune-telling, who said he came from the immortal mountain Qishan. After seeing his ability, Peng Zuoyuan exchanged some things with him.
"This is a master from Qishan. If there is anything you want to know, Master Qishan will explain it to you in detail."
Seeing his enthusiastic attitude, Yi Huan disrespectfully took the opportunity to mock him, "Master, you're so eager to ask questions. This is the first time I've seen such an otherworldly person with such an immortal demeanor."
"My name is Shiqi, also known as Qishan Zhenren. You may respect me as Zhenren."
The man was neither old nor old, with an ordinary appearance and ordinary aura. He did not seem angry when people pointed fingers at him and continued to ask as if he was going through the motions, "What do you want?"
"Isn't the Master omniscient? Can't he calculate?"
Shi Qi turned to look at Peng Zuoyuan, knowing that the following conversation did not need to be known by a third party, so he nodded and said, "Your Highness, please move aside for a moment. I have more to say to my wife."
"Ah Huan, just ask slowly. The future predicted by Master Qishan is not false."
Yi Huan looked at him as if he was being mysterious, and waited for him to reveal the secret he had calculated.
"Madam, this is also where you have lived for more than ten years. How can it be inferior to other places?"
"What do you mean?"
Shi Qi met her shocked and expectant eyes and continued, "This is also your hometown. You are here, and you belong here."
When he spoke, his eyes seemed to turn into a chaotic universe, ethereal and alluring. Yi Huan followed his words and the memories of the past ten years came clearly one after another. She was born here, lived here, this was her hometown.
"No." Yi Huan shook his head repeatedly, "I was born and raised here, but this isn't my hometown. I have a family."
The string that Yi Huan holds is always there. He is a soul wandering alone in another world, with no one to talk to. He has a faint wish in his heart, hoping that it will come true someday.
Shiqi sighed, "Sometimes not remembering is actually good for you."
"Master, how can I get back? You can figure out how I got here, so you must know how I can get back, right?"
"I've only found some clues. Two years, are you willing to wait?"
Whenever possible, waiting is what she is best at and the only thing she can do.
Yi Huan immediately responded: "Yes, as long as I can leave, I am willing to wait."
Peng Zuoyan listened to the retelling word for word and said sternly to Shi Qi as he said goodbye to Yi Huan, "What I want is for you to convince her."
It is true that Master Qishan had glimpsed the mysteries of the world, but once one has entered the secular world, whether willingly or not, one has to live by worldly means.
"It's not that I don't want to, but the longer the lie is, the easier it is to expose."
Peng Zuoyan changed out of his elegant leather suit, leaned against his armchair, and said with a sullen expression, "It seems that what I gave you was too little."
The piles of gold in his purse still hurt his ribs, so he stopped trying to refuse and sat there with a serious expression, silently reciting the words of apology such as "unfilial disciple".
"Your Highness, I was able to deceive Madam because she was willing to listen to one side and believe it. Two years is my limit. Any more is beyond my ability."
Peng Zuoyan pressed on, "What about two years later? What do you mean when you say she doesn't belong here?"
"There are wonders in the world. No matter where the Madam comes from, at least she is here now and in the future. What you ask for is enough."
"What if I want to keep her forever?
Shi Qi sighed softly and said, "Your Highness, human power can only do so much. Even if it's you, when you die, you'll just be a coffin of dry bones. If there's a chance in the next life, who will meet whom?"
The forced fate left both parties hurt, and neither side was willing to give in.
"I won't care about her in the next life, but in this life, she will never leave."
Peng Zuoyan changed the subject and looked over sharply, "Do you have a way to send her away?"
"Ha ha."
"Your Highness, you think highly of me. It's not easy to discern the secrets of heaven. I have never learned such secret methods, nor have I ever heard of them."
In this case, there is no way to leave.
Peng Zuoyan got a satisfactory answer and left in a good mood.
Di Qi chuckled, shook his head and turned around. Two very stubborn people coming together, their mutual stubbornness is a disaster.
Two years later, on the cliff, the two people stood facing each other with their clothes fluttering. Yi Huan was wearing narrow sleeves, and the wind blew up the edge of her skirt and hit her ankle fiercely, causing her to wake up in pain.
"You can leave now. It's just you and me here. If I don't tell you, that person won't know."
"No, I want to go back."
Shi Qi held up the ends of her hair with his hand and advised from his own perspective, "Leaving here and finding a strange place to live in anonymity is the least risky path."
As for jumping off the cliff to return home, Shiqi had already told him that it was dangerous, the road ahead was unknown, and success was unknown. If he wanted to keep going, he would have to have a determined heart.
Shi Qi wanted her to give up, and he had been saying that for two years.
"He will always be here. I'll be able to go back to a place where I can feel at ease. I won't have to worry every day about him coming to my door. I won't have to live my life in such a cautious way."
"That's all. Go ahead, find your own path and walk on it."
Yi Huan smiled and took that unrealistic step.
The expected feeling of weightlessness swept over his whole body. Yi Huan closed his eyes in fear, but the heart beating in his chest was even more vigorous with the anticipation of going home.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw white fog spreading in front of me. The visible distance was only the length of my arms. The entire bottom of the cliff was filled with cold fog. Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps was heard on the quiet gravel road.
Yi Huan ran faster and faster, tears mixed with shouts of joy. As long as she ran out of this road, she would be able to completely get away from all the absurd things here.
The white mist became thinner and thinner, and the uneasiness hidden in his heart instantly filled the new room when he saw the figure at the end. The expectation on Yi Huan's face came to an abrupt end, and he watched him coming while panting, and his expression gradually became clearer.
After one year, two years, even if Yi Huan was very nervous, he knew that he had been cheated.
There was no such thing as a highly skilled Taoist priest. They had conspired to deceive her.
There's no way back.
I can't stay away from Peng Zuoyan at all.
Peng Zuoyan came over with confidence of victory, and her reaction was as expected, with a look of shock and realization, but this was the reality.
"Ahuan, let's go home."
There was no sunlight at the bottom of the cliff. The person in front of me was tall and undoubtedly blocking the way. Apart from that, there were no other words. In the eyes that had looked at each other countless times, there was tolerance, but also mixed with rules that we both knew.
Yi Huan followed him silently, without saying a word, neither scolding him angrily nor crying out loud, but silently accepting the outcome of this scam.
Yi Huan finally returned to normal and stopped making noise, while Peng Zuoyan became the talkative one.
Half a year later, the imperial physician entered the palace at noon to take the pulse of Yi Huan who had fainted.
When Yi Huan first heard the word "pregnant," she held her wrist stretched forward for a long time without moving. Peng Zuoyan placed his hand on her shoulder, his face full of joy. "Are you serious? Okay, Doctor Chu wants you to check again. How many months is the baby? Is it healthy?"
Intermittent sounds of conversation came to his ears. The person sitting stiffly raised his eyelashes slightly, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses.
"Really?"
"Ah Huan, both the acupuncturist and the doctor have taken her pulse, and it is indeed a sign of pregnancy."
Peng Zuoyan held her hands with both of his, bent down and said, "Ah Huan, we have a child. You should have a good rest first, I will send them away first."
When I stepped into the house again, she was as still as a piece of plaster.
Peng Zuoyan walked in quietly, knowing that she must be feeling alienated. He sat down and advised, "Ah Huan, this is our second child. You killed my first child with your own hands. How many chances will we have to have our own children in the future? Ah Huan, this is a gift from God. This is our flesh and blood. Aren't you happy?"
"Aren't you afraid of giving birth to a deformed baby when a close relative gets pregnant?"
"There are so many relatives, how could we..."
Yi Huan calmly planned to speak, then angrily cursed: "They are cousins, but what about you and me? You are deceiving yourselves."
"This is our first child, don't you have any love for him?"
Peng Zuoyan accepted her silence and asked after a moment, "What if I force you to give birth to him?"
Yi Huan glanced at him indifferently, and said with a knife in his heart, "Isn't this kind of thing what you are best at?"
With his shoulders drooping in frustration, Peng Zuoyan said that he would change and would never do anything difficult for Yihuan again.
"Ah Huan, it's my fault for forcing you into this situation. You are the only one in my life, and this will be my only child. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, they will inherit my rights in the future."
"Ah Huan, I want to have a home with you and a child of ours. Believe me, I will love him as much as I love you. I will give him everything I can. I will be a good father and support our family."
He was so sincere in his words and deeds that Yi Huan lowered his eyes to look at him.
Peng Zuoyang held those hands, pleading in his words, kneeling down on the ground, and said expectantly: "Ah Huan, please have mercy on me. I want to have a child with our blood. I will ensure that you have someone to take care of you during your pregnancy, and I will find the best midwife. Ah Huan, I admire and love you. Give me a chance to accept me. I promise that I will always love you. Ah Huan, you will be my only wife. I will dedicate myself to you and cherish you. You are my only priority. I will give up everything I have. Tell me what is wrong with me and I will definitely change. But I beg you, this is our child. Can you keep him? I will become the person you like, okay? I will change whatever you like about me. Ah Huan, I have never had family love in my life. I finally have a family with you. Please don't shatter my wish, okay? I really want to spend my life with you, and I really want this child."
“Bang!”
Yi Huan was filled with anger. He trembled and withdrew his numb and painful palm, scolding: "Peng Zuoyuan, you are the shameless abuser. You are so unreasonable..."
"Good fight, are you relieved?" Peng Zuoyan tilted his good right cheek and leaned forward, saying, "Ah Huan, if you're not relieved, there's another side."
"nerve."
"Ah Huan, he has your blood flowing in his body. He was in your womb. You two are one. He is also a life."
Yi Huan looked at him with amusement as he rambled on, "Do you really want me to bring up the past again?"
There are too many past events and too many debts, any one of which can leave Peng Zuoyan speechless.
"Let's not talk about the past, let's just talk about now. He's only two months old. He's innocent and knows nothing. Ah Huan, you can educate him according to your ideas, teach him to be a good person, and teach him to understand the world."
Yi Huan is not so conceited as to teach the child of an abuser.
Teach him to be good? Ha.
Yi Huan lowered his head slightly and asked, "You already have everything, why do you insist on demanding something you can't have?"
"Ahuan, I only beg you." Peng Zuoyan was addicted to breathing in the scent of her slowly approaching, and answered with squinted eyes.
The world is complex and ever-changing. Peng Zuoyan has gained a lot and also given up a lot. In his thirty-six years of life, Yi Huan is the only one he will not let go of despite all the things he has experienced.
"Think about the old man, think about Aunt Deng, Ah Huan. This isn't just my bloodline, it's yours too. It's also the continuation of their past kinship. I'm sure Aunt Deng would also like to see you have a child of your own in heaven."
Peng Zuoyan couldn't persuade Yi Huan, so he left her with a dry word asking her to think about it carefully, and then turned his back and left.
Yi Huan originally thought about having an abortion, but seeing how dejected Peng Zuoyan was when she left, she felt that it was far from enough. If she lost the pregnancy this time, she might get pregnant again next time, so she couldn't have an abortion every time.
Although Peng Zuoyan is lonely, he still has power. By pushing him away, he has nothing to lose except that he has to keep forcing her to love him. What she wants is to conquer his heart, to trap him in the regret of the past for the rest of his life, to make him unhappy every day in the future, and to make him regret and feel angry for the rest of his life.
Such consequences and outcomes are worthy of the suffering he has brought to her.
It is better to take it step by step. The more you experience, the more intoxicated you will be, and the final loss will be heartbreaking.
The next day, Peng Zuoyan came again, with a slight stubble and dull eyes. Yi Huan looked even more haggard than him. In the middle of the night, she came up with an idea, but she had to be the one to join the game and she had to be the one to sacrifice.
There were two bowls of black and red medicine in front of him, steaming slowly. Two different medicinal scents rushed into his nostrils, making him frown in impatience.
Peng Zuoyan half-knelt and spoke slowly and calmly, "Ah Huan, I've been thinking about this all night. This child is yours. Whether you keep it or not, one bowl is for abortion pills, and the other bowl is for pregnancy-maintaining pills. No matter which one you drink, I'll accept it."
Peng Zuoyan anticipated her thoughts, and when he saw her hand on the left edge of the bowl, his heart still trembled. He could not keep either of his two children in this life, and both of them could not escape the fate of premature death. The saddest thing was that they were killed by their biological mother. It was so tragic and lamentable.
"Can you find a few more midwives? I'm afraid something might go wrong."
"What?"
Peng Zuoyan was stunned for a long time before he understood what she meant by midwife and when. With pointed ears and a look of joy on his face, he repeated, "Master, the Madam has agreed to keep the young master."
"Okay, of course. Okay, I promise." Peng Zuoyan agreed hurriedly, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Yi Huan snorted, looked outside calmly and sarcastically, and didn't want to say anything more.
He didn't think about why she suddenly changed her mind. He just felt countless surprises surging in his chest and heart. He hugged her tremblingly and shed a tear.
"Ah Huan, thank you, thank you so much for keeping him. I, I don't know what to say, I'm so excited..."
Yi Huan pursed his lips, revealing a hopeless and indifferent expression, listening to his reassurances of steadfast love calmly and emotionlessly.
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