Will the baby be born safely?
"uncertain."
Jiang Shumiao frowned slightly, her tone unusually uncertain.
Wen Zhixuan was taken aback.
"What's the meaning?"
Shen Qinghe was willing to risk her life to keep this child. If she couldn't even save the child, would her sacrifice have been meaningful?
Jiang Shumiao scratched his head, looking somewhat conflicted.
"Well... I asked Fengdu before, and he seemed very cryptic. He said that what you force will never stay, and if fate could be reversed, humans would have already surpassed the gods. He was being very mysterious, and when I arrived, he couldn't give me any real explanation."
She wasn't particularly concerned about it anyway, so she didn't bother getting involved in the affairs of the underworld.
Wen Zhixuan didn't ask any more questions and got up to leave.
The establishment of the imperial examination system made him famous among scholars from poor families. In recent years, he has been highly valued by Emperor Hongde and now has many disciples.
He is no longer the naive young man with no background that the powerful families used to describe.
He was usually very busy, but recently he has turned down many social engagements and, apart from attending court, he spends most of his time at home with Shen Qinghe.
The torment she felt for the child in her womb had greatly diminished the resentment in Shen Qinghe's heart.
The person she once envied so much was now thousands of miles away, and she was powerless to take revenge.
Or perhaps they had no enmity at all.
She dreams every day, in pitch blackness, with a deep blue river from which no one can be seen.
The shore is a sea of fiery red flowers.
Drawn by the red, she tried to approach, but the scene vanished in an instant. Someone said, "You should go now."
Then she woke up with a start.
Who is that?
Where is the scene in the dream?
My mind is a jumble of thoughts, but I don't know who to talk to.
In her eighth month of pregnancy, she became even thinner, almost unrecognizable. With this state of mind, she probably wouldn't have the strength to give birth.
Wen Zhixuan looked on, and his heart couldn't help but feel heavy.
Although their relationship didn't start purely, they were still bound by a bond for a single night.
Wen Zhixuan wasn't that heartless.
Wen Yicheng dropped out of school and spent every day with his mother.
The little one was very sensible, and there was always a look of sorrow in his eyes.
Wen Zhixuan knew that their bond as mother and son was about to end, so she told him the truth.
Shen Qinghe is his biological mother.
Wen Yicheng held his mother's hand and whispered, "Mother, don't leave Yicheng. Yicheng will be good and will never make you angry."
His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears fell like golden beans.
Shen Qinghe leaned against the couch, emaciated and almost devoid of energy. She raised her hand, touched her son's little face, and gave a pale smile.
"Okay, Mother won't leave. Mother will always be with Yicheng."
"Mother."
Wen Yicheng nestled carefully in her arms.
Shen Xubai stood to the side, wanting to get closer but not daring to, her small face filled with worry and helplessness.
Shen Qinghe gently stroked her son's head, and when she unexpectedly saw him, her heart was filled with complicated emotions.
"Xu Bai, come here."
Shen Xubai was taken aback and quickly stepped forward.
"Sister."
The child, not yet four years old, still had a slightly childish voice, and stared at her with unblinking eyes, full of affection.
Shen Qinghe recalled the time when he was just learning to speak, how he stumbled to her side, looked up at her, and stammered as he called her "sister."
But as soon as she turned around, she poisoned him.
Shen Xubai was naturally unaware of these things. He was still a blank slate, his parents were far away from the capital, and his only support was his sister and brother-in-law.
I just don't like him usually, so he always stands far away, doesn't say much, and is very well-behaved.
Perhaps it's because people are about to die that they become more open-minded.
Looking at him now, Shen Qinghe no longer felt the jealousy and disgust she once had, and finally remembered.
They were siblings, blood relatives.
Unfortunately, she never had the chance to make it up to him.
Shen Qinghe suddenly burst into tears.
Shen Xubai was stunned, then quickly raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
"Don't cry, sister. Xu Bai is good. Xu Bai will definitely listen to you. Don't cry..."
The child's voice was trembling with tears.
He was afraid of making a mistake, and he was also afraid that his older sister would abandon him.
Shen Qinghe reached out and hugged him, sniffing.
“It’s not your fault. It’s your fault. Your older sister didn’t treat you well before, and you suffered a lot of grievances.”
Shen Xubai cried even harder, but shook his head frantically.
He wanted to say no, that he didn't blame his older sister, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Wen Zhixuan walked in and saw this scene, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place.
Perhaps it was wrong from the very beginning.
It's November, and the weather is getting colder. Shen Qinghe is wrapped up in thick clothes, but her face looks even more delicate and pitiful.
Wen Zhixuan spent less and less time on official business and more and more time with her.
In the last month, he simply took a long leave of absence.
Emperor Hongde was somewhat surprised by his 'devotion,' but seeing his undisguised worry, he eventually agreed.
Shen Qinghe leaned against Wen Zhixuan's chest, her eyes filled with reminiscence.
"Zhixuan, do you still remember the first time we met? At Sansheng Hall."
Wen Zhixuan nodded.
"Remember."
Shen Qinghe smiled, her eyes shining.
"I went to find you with impure motives, but I fell in love at first sight, and that was the start of my life."
Unfortunately, her life was too short.
Wen Zhixuan wrapped his arms around her, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I know."
During his darkest years, only Shen Qinghe treated him with genuine kindness.
"I lied to you, but I really love you." Shen Qinghe's voice choked slightly. "I'm dying, please don't hate me, okay?"
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