He You's mother was Yan Zhen, the legitimate daughter of Yan Aotian, the great general of the Southern Kingdom.
She and Wan Qiyan were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little.
In the plum garden.
A girl's childish voice rang out: "Brother Yan, will you really marry me in the future?"
Twelve-year-old Wan Qiyan patted his chest and said confidently, "Of course! Zhen'er, I will marry no one but you in this life."
The little girl blinked her bright, watery eyes and said sweetly, "I'm a puppy if I'm lying~"
"Um."
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion has reached the age of 30.
She sat in the bright red bridal sedan chair, looking forward to her future life. Everything seemed like a dream, so beautiful it was almost unreal.
He also married the woman he loved most as promised, and he once thought he was the happiest man in the world.
Everything changed completely after a banquet.
"Ah Yan, you have to believe me. I haven't done anything outrageous. When I woke up, I didn't know why I was lying here. You have to believe me!" Yan Zhen tried her best to explain, feeling dizzy at that moment.
For some reason, she only drank two cups at the Crown Prince's banquet, but afterwards felt a little dizzy, so she took her leave and went back to her room where she fell into a deep sleep.
I never expected to wake up to find myself lying next to a man who was completely drunk...
"You shameless woman!" Wan Qiyan was furious and slapped Yan Zhen hard across her pale face.
Exhausted, Yan Zhen collapsed to the ground, sobbing desperately, whispering, "I didn't, Your Highness, I didn't..."
Wan Qiyan looked at the man lying on the ground like a dead dog, kicked him hard, and said coldly, "Drag him away and kill him."
He stopped looking at her and said coldly, "The Crown Princess is confined to the side hall today. Without my order, she is not allowed to step out."
He glared fiercely at the kneeling servants, "Anyone who dares to spread even a whisper of what happened today will be killed without exception."
The kneeling servants were all terrified and answered in unison, "Yes."
After that, apart from formal banquets, no one saw the Crown Prince and Crown Princess traveling together, and various rumors followed.
...
The moonlight was hazy, yet the silence was exceptionally cold.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her completely into his embrace.
...
Yan Zhen closed her beautiful eyes tightly, tears silently sliding down her delicate eyelids and disappearing into her hair; apart from sobs, there was nothing else.
She was beautiful, as beautiful as a captivating fairy, and he truly loved her.
But whenever he thinks of that night, he feels an excruciating pain and torment, as if a thousand ants are gnawing at his heart. It makes him cold and ruthless, and he no longer feels any pity for her.
Seeing the moisture in her eyes, Wan Qiyan's movements gradually softened, and he slowly lost interest. His heart felt as if it were being crushed by a thousand-pound stone, making it hard for him to breathe.
When did he become like this?
He rose from her without a trace of emotion, completely oblivious to the cold wind relentlessly assaulting her delicate skin. Her body tensed, but she still didn't open her eyes.
The man stood tall and straight in the flickering candlelight, his bare chest revealing strong muscles and defined lines, as if proclaiming masculine power and beauty.
But his tone was icy cold, "Yan Zhen, do you feel wronged?"
Yan Zhen, like a soulless puppet, blankly put on the messy undergarments on the bed, staring blankly at Wan Qiyan.
Wan Qiyan felt this scene was so glaring that he went over like a madman, tore open her thin inner garment in an instant, and hugged her body, kissing her greedily and frantically.
It was less of a kiss and more of a nibble.
A crazy idea popped into his head: to merge her into his very being, to be inseparable from her for all eternity.
He bit her fair skin until it was covered in red marks, until he tasted a bitter flavor on his tongue, at which point Wan Qiyan stopped.
Pearls were falling from her beautiful eyes, one after another. So beautiful!
Breathtakingly beautiful!
He was somewhat dazed, as if for a fleeting moment he saw the little girl in the plum garden who asked him if he would marry her.
At that time, her eyes were like a clear spring, full of boundless spirit and vitality.
The girl in front of me is the same little girl, but why has everything changed?
Her eyes became empty, and there was no love in her gaze when she looked at herself. She shouldn't be like this.
They should be like we imagine, loving and affectionate, with many children, definitely not like this now!
He reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, saying weakly, "Go to sleep!"
The door opened and then closed again. Yan Zhen looked at the empty room, curled up, and cried in despair.
"I'm sorry, Ah Yan, I'm so sorry..."
...
"Congratulations, Your Highness, the Crown Princess is pregnant!" The imperial physician said hastily, making no attempt to hide his joy.
Wan Qiyan's face instantly turned cold, and the air seemed to freeze.
"Are you sure the Crown Princess is pregnant?" he asked coldly, the imperial physician still unaware of the subtle change in the air.
He continued earnestly, "This old minister has practiced medicine for many years, and this small pregnancy pulse is absolutely nothing to worry about, so Your Highness can rest assured." As he spoke, he proudly stroked his gray beard.
"The Crown Princess is more than a month pregnant."
Wan Qiyan remained calm and slowly said, "You may leave now!"
"This old minister takes his leave."
The only sound in the room was breathing. Wan Qiyan stared in disbelief at Yan Zhen's belly.
Is this his child? Or someone else's?
Heh~
"This child has arrived at just the right time," he sneered, looking at Yan Zhen with amusement.
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