Wen Zhixuan felt increasingly distressed.
"I have never hated you, never."
Although the two had argued before, he never hated her.
Shen Qinghe smiled, but tears fell from her eyes.
I have never hated because I have never loved.
She knew it; she had known it all along.
Wen Zhixuan's feelings for her were never love.
"Being human is too bitter. In my next life, I don't want to be human again. I want to be a flower, a blade of grass. Blooming in the fields, on the riverbank, blossoming in the wind, falling into the mud. Flowers and grass have no heart, and without a heart, they will not feel pain or be hurt."
Shen Qinghe's eyes were somewhat vacant, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Wen Zhixuan's eyes stung, and he pulled her closer.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Shen Qinghe chuckled softly, "You used to always tell me that fate cannot be defied, yet you were determined to fight against it. We were both the same, unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to accept our fate. But now, I finally understand that some things truly cannot be forced. This world is not where I belong; I should go back..."
Wen Zhixuan was filled with doubt and was about to ask when he saw snowflakes falling outside the window.
"It's snowing."
A smile returned to Shen Qinghe's pale face. "We'll never see a snow scene like this again."
"Qinghe".
When Wen Zhixuan saw the pain on her face, he knew she was about to give birth, so he quickly carried her to the bed.
The midwife and doctor arrived quickly.
Wen Zhixuan did not leave, but stayed by his side the whole time.
The room reeked of blood, so stuffy it was hard to breathe.
Shen Qinghe's energy was completely exhausted, and even her cries of pain were barely audible.
The midwife was sweating profusely with anxiety.
"My lord, the lady is exhausted, and the child may be in danger..."
She dared not say what came next.
Shen Qinghe was too weak to give birth unless her abdomen was cut open and the baby was taken from her.
Wen Zhixuan ignored her implied meaning and held Shen Qinghe's hand to transfer spiritual energy to her.
However, once the spiritual energy entered her body, it was like mud flowing into the sea.
There was no fluctuation.
Shen Qinghe was in so much pain she almost lost her voice. She struggled to hold onto Wen Zhixuan, "I...I can't take it anymore, the baby...we must save the baby, and our Yi...Yi Cheng, He Xubai are both good children, take...take good care of them..."
She finally realized that the child in her womb was a vengeful spirit.
It is relentlessly consuming what little life she has left.
Wen Zhixuan's eyes were red.
"My lord, you must make a decision."
The midwife gritted her teeth and said, "Given Madam's condition, it's definitely not going to work, but we can still try to save the baby..."
"Shut up!"
Wen Zhixuan rarely spoke so sternly, which frightened the midwife into silence.
Just then, Qingyun ran in, "My lord, Princess Fule has arrived."
Wen Zhixuan suddenly looked up.
Jiang Shumiao had already walked in.
When Shen Qinghe saw her, a light shone in her lifeless eyes.
"Miaomiao, save...save my child...please..."
Jiang Shumiao met Wen Zhixuan's gaze, which was exactly the same as hers, and sighed softly.
"Get out, everyone."
The midwives, upon hearing this, felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew.
Wen Zhixuan hesitated, as if he wanted to speak.
Jiang Shumiao remained silent, simply placing her right hand on Shen Qinghe's protruding belly.
Golden light illuminated the entire room.
Shen Qinghe felt the baby in her womb struggling, but the pain mysteriously disappeared.
Jiang Shumiao retracted her fingers.
"come out."
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