Chapter 73 As Long as You Marry Me
Dongzhou City, Song Residence.
Chunzhi originally thought that after those who were looking for her gave up, she would leave the Song residence and find a place where no one knew her to settle down.
But Huo Zheng didn't know what was going on, he never stopped looking for her whereabouts, and the noise he made looking for her even became louder and louder.
Chunzhi had no choice but to stay in Dongzhou and lived in the Song residence for more than half a year.
She got along very well with the Song brothers and sisters. Because of her frail health, Song Wan'er seldom went out and had few friends. After spending half a year together day and night, she had already regarded her as her best friend, calling her "sister" all the time.
Song Anlan is gentle and generous. Every time he goes out to bring a gift for Song Wan'er, he will also bring one for Chunzhi. He has already regarded himself as Chunzhi's brother.
After winter, Song Anlan's illness became more serious and he rarely went out.
The uncles and aunts of the Song family came to Song Anlan and talked about getting married to bring good luck.
They said that Song Anlan was in poor health and needed to get married as soon as possible to have children.
What's worse, the idea of adoption was brought up.
Song Anlan was still young and had not yet married, so these uncles and aunts thought that no one would be willing to marry such a sickly person, so they wanted to adopt their sons under his name to inherit the Song family's immense wealth.
Chunzhi recently heard that the person looking for her had come to Dongzhou. She didn't want to cause trouble for the Song brothers and sisters, so she wanted to leave. When she came to say goodbye to Song Anlan, she happened to hear the Song uncles and aunts talking to Song Anlan outside the door.
Song Anlan did not agree to marry, nor did he say whose son he would adopt. He just dealt with his uncles and aunts for a few words before asking them to leave.
The uncles and aunts of the Song family failed to persuade Song Anlan, and they were all very unhappy when they left.
Chunzhi was already eight months pregnant and was about to give birth. Her body felt a little heavy. When she saw the uncles and aunts of the Song family coming out, she wanted to avoid them but was too late and was caught off guard and met everyone face to face.
The uncles of the Song family looked at Chunzhi and muttered:
"Why is Song Anlan hiding a pregnant beauty at home?"
"He's so sick yet he refuses to marry, nor does he want to adopt a younger member of the family as his heir. Could it be that he already has children of his own?"
Everyone whispered to each other and left in low voices.
Chunzhi turned sideways so that they couldn't see her face clearly.
Song Anlan in the room coughed for a long time before calming down. He said in a weak voice, "Chunzhi, what are you doing standing outside the door? Come in."
The servant came out of the room and invited Chunzhi in.
Chunzhi held her belly, stepped over the threshold, walked to the bed and called out, "Mr. Song."
Song Anlan leaned weakly on the bed, his face pale and his lips bloodless. He asked softly, "Chunzhi, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Since the beginning of winter, Song Anlan's illness has become worse.
All the famous doctors in Dongzhou were consulted but none of them could find a cure.
They all said that he didn't have much time left.
Song Wan'er cried every day because of this, but Song Anlan himself was not that sad.
He had been carrying this disease since his mother's womb, and he had known for a long time that he would not live long. But when it really came to this critical moment, he was actually calmer than others.
Chunzhi whispered, "Those people have already found Dongzhou. I have to leave."
Song Anlan asked her gently, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know." Chunzhi said, "I plan to go west and see where I end up."
"But you're about to give birth, how can you run around outside... cough cough cough..."
As Song Anlan spoke, he suddenly started coughing again. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed for a long time, almost suffocating before he stopped.
Chunzhi watched him slowly raise his head, and there was a pool of blood on the white brocade handkerchief.
Song Anlan quickly put the handkerchief away, but she had already seen clearly that Young Master Song was coughing up blood.
"Mr. Song——"
Chunzhi knew that Song Anlan was seriously ill, but she never imagined that his illness had become so serious.
No wonder the uncles and aunts of the Song family set their sights on him.
"Don't be afraid." Song Anlan smiled at her and whispered soothingly, "I won't die for the time being."
Haruji was speechless for a moment.
Song Anlan handed the blood-stained handkerchief to the servant and asked him to burn it.
The servant did as he was told immediately, as skillfully as if he had done this many times before.
Chunzhi looked at Song Anlan, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.
In the end, it was Song Anlan who spoke first.
He whispered, "Don't tell Wan'er."
Chunzhi nodded and said softly, "Okay."
Song's father and mother died early, and Song Wan'er depended on her brother for survival. She was heartbroken and in tears because of Song Anlan's illness.
Song Anlan hid the fact that he was coughing up blood from Song Wan'er because he didn't want his sister to be too sad.
"Chunzhi." Song Anlan called her softly and raised his hand to motion her to sit on the edge of the bed.
Chunzhi was a little hesitant.
She and Song Anlan were not in a relationship where they could sit on each other's bed.
But Young Master Song was sick and weak, and it was really tiring to have him look up at her while talking.
Chunzhi thought about it and walked over and sat on the edge of the bed so that he could talk to her.
"Actually, you don't have to leave." Song Anlan said, "I just thought of a way to prevent those who are looking for you from taking you away even if they find you."
Chunzhi asked in surprise, "What method?"
Song Anlan looked at her and said softly, "As long as you marry me, all problems can be solved."
"What did you say?"
When Chunzhi heard this, she was a little bit unbelievable.
Song Anlan said seriously, "The person who has been looking for you is extremely noble and refuses to give up..."
Over the past six months, Young Master Song has figured out who those people are who have been looking for Chunzhi.
The blockade of the river and the constant dispatch of people to search everywhere were all the work of Chang'an King Huo Zheng.
Song Anlan thought that Chunzhi probably didn't want to hear that person's name, so he didn't say that person's name.
The wind outside the door blows down leaves, making the ground look bleak.
Chunzhi lowered her head and remained silent.
In fact, she didn't know why Huo Zheng was so persistent and had to find her.
"But the more noble his status, the less he can act as he pleases." Song Anlan said: "If you are willing to marry me, even if he comes to Dongzhou to find you personally, he cannot forcibly take away another person's wife."
Chunzhi knew that what Song Anlan said was true.
It is precisely because Huo Zheng is the well-known King of Chang'an that he cannot do such a thing as forcibly taking a commoner's wife.
"But..." Chunzhi said, "I have already caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Song. I will not let you take such a big risk for me anymore."
What if Huo Zheng disregards his status and insists on taking her away by force?
Although the Song family is the richest family in Dongzhou, as a merchant family, they are really vulnerable in front of the royal nobles.
Chunzhi didn't want the Song family to suffer because of her.
Young Master Song has helped her enough.
Song Anlan said, "It's not that I'm taking risks for you, but I need Miss Chunzhi's help."
"What?"
Chunzhi didn't understand why Mr. Song said that.
Song Anlan covered his sleeves and coughed a few times, then said in a weak voice, "Chunzhi...you just heard what my uncles said. I don't have much time left, so I need a wife and a child right now."
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