Jiang Tian seemed not to hear Yan Jing'an's unspoken message. She simply hugged her husband tightly with both arms, closed her eyes, and seemed to be sleeping in his arms.
Yan Jing'an reached out and carefully wiped away the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
The pain in my heart is growing deeper and deeper.
Yan Jing'an didn't say anything more. After giving Jiang Tian a bath, he carried her out of the bathtub.
By the time they had both finished washing up, it was already late at night.
Yan Jing'an's hands were warm, and he unconsciously stroked Jiang Tian's lower abdomen.
The smooth, delicate skin gradually warmed in his palm.
Jiang Tian slowly opened her eyes, placed her hand on his, and then slowly held it.
"Go to sleep."
"It's my fault, I can't give you a child."
As night deepened and the lights in the room went out, Yan Jing'an seemed to find the courage to tell her about the regrets in his heart.
Yan Jing'an's illness was congenital, and he had to take medicine since childhood. His family was unaware that the medicine actually affected his fertility.
While it won't impair his abilities, he won't be able to have children.
Yan Jing'an, who has never married, is indifferent to women and never cares whether he can have children.
Later, after the divine physician diagnosed him and told him the truth, Yan Jing'an finally learned about his physical condition.
But he can't stop taking the medication unless he doesn't want to live.
Before they got married, Yan Jing'an told Jiang Tian about his health condition.
Jiang Tian didn't care.
Having been married for so long, she really hadn't paid any attention to it.
When you love someone, you always want to give them the best.
No matter how talented and famous Yan Jing'an was, in front of Jiang Tian, he was nothing more than a man who admired her.
He would also feel inferior because he couldn't make Jiang Tian a mother.
Jiang Tian opened her eyes and stroked Yan Jing'an's face with her other hand.
"I know what you're thinking. Perhaps you think that giving me a child will give me the courage to face the reality of losing you, but..."
Yan Jing'an remained silent, only holding her even tighter.
Jiang Tian choked up a little: "Why do you think a child would be a comfort? Will he be you? Does he have your memories or your experiences? The continuation of bloodline means almost nothing to you and me. Your Yan family has countless descendants to glorify the family, while my family has long since turned to dust. What difference would one more child make? If we let a young child bear the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family, then we would be failures as parents."
“A child is not a continuation of your life. If I really have a child, he will be an independent individual with his own life, and I will just accompany him for a while.”
“What is the meaning of having a child to me? I was born in a brothel and have seen countless women struggling to survive. I thought my life would end there, but I never expected to meet you… It wasn’t until we became husband and wife that I learned what it means to love someone and what it means to be unforgettable. You have given me so much.”
Tears welled up in Yan Jing'an's eyes without his noticing.
He knew that Jiang Tian was telling the truth.
Jiang Tian didn't care about having children; she only cared about him.
“My husband, if you really want me to feel better, then get well soon. We haven’t reached the end of our rope yet. I still want to grow old with you… You always try to push me away, trying to give me all sorts of support. But you know perfectly well that without your help, I would be long gone. You are my only support. As long as you live well, I can be happy.”
Tears fell onto the blanket, quickly seeping in and disappearing without a trace.
Yan Jing'an's voice was still clear and bright, only trembling slightly: "Okay, I'll live well..."
Jiang Tian hugged him tightly, trying to warm him with her body heat.
Not wanting to fall asleep in such a heavy and sad atmosphere, Yan Jing'an embraced his wife and kissed her lips.
Seeing her dazed look, the affection in his eyes deepened...
Outsiders can never fully understand the details of a couple's relationship.
They weren't involved, so how could they understand the feelings between them?
However, Yuwen Zhuo was indeed somewhat moved.
He had to ask Jiang Ting for help, to see if he could find a wife who suited his taste.
They were the same age, but Jiang Ting had a harem of three thousand beauties, while he was still single.
Even a man of Yan's age has found a partner with whom he is devoted to each other.
Yuwen Zhuo suddenly felt envious.
"Your Majesty, please help me. After all, I am your close advisor and I am also very handsome. Surely I can find a woman who is willing to marry me."
To be fair, Yuwen Zhuo was not ugly at all; on the contrary, he was very handsome.
But as it turns out, his luck in finding a partner is terrible. His elders are extremely anxious, and he is unwilling to just go through the motions.
Given the status of the Yuwen family, it would be quite simple for Yuwen Zhuo to marry a lady from a prominent family.
But he had already witnessed his mother's tragedy.
In other people's eyes, his mother was a lucky lady.
But Yuwen Zhuo saw the filth and corruption in his father's backyard, and saw his mother weeping countless times, regretting that she had not met a good man. How could Yuwen Zhuo possibly repeat his father's mistakes?
He is a man, so his ability to empathize with women is naturally poor. However, his mother raised him with great difficulty since he was a child, fearing that he would be harmed by other concubines. She put in so much effort. He is not an ungrateful person, so how could he not see his mother's hard work?
Everyone says that this is how generations have gone through it, but Yuwen Zhuo couldn't bear to hold anyone back.
Did his mother love his father? No, but she had to endure it, for the sake of the children and the family.
How much love did his father have for his mother? It was just a marriage between families of equal social standing.
He didn't want to become part of a marital tragedy.
Jiang Ting closed the memorial in his hand, looked at his close minister, his face expressionless, but his mere presence was terrifying enough.
He was not a king for nothing; he was also a diligent and ambitious emperor who clashed with his ministers every day, and Jiang Ting's momentum grew stronger day by day.
Yuwen Zhuo would feel pressure.
But when he needs something, he still has to ask Jiang Ting for help.
Only the emperor would help him; there was no need for underhanded methods, just a matter of offering his loyalty.
"Your family has found so many beautiful young ladies for you to meet, but you haven't liked any of them. Now you've come to me. Do you think the women I've found are to your liking?"
Yuwen Zhuo scratched his head: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, you are the emperor of the world, so you can surely collect the beauty of many more young ladies. I have to find someone I can look at while I eat, right? If that person's appearance doesn't suit my taste, I won't even be able to eat. That won't be a marriage, it will become an enmity."
He didn't have many demands. He just wanted someone he liked, someone who liked him, and for them to be like Brother Yan and his wife, eating together without any inhibitions, being affectionate and sweet.
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