"What?"
Concubine Xue was completely stunned. She was immersed in great fear and resentment. When she heard Feng Ling's words, she didn't react at all. She just said blankly, "Child?"
Maybe it was telepathy, the little guy who was originally sleeping on the bed suddenly started crying loudly. The sound was not loud, like the meow of a kitten.
Concubine Feng slowly turned her head and looked at the bed, finally seeing the little baby wrapped in a soft blanket.
She slowly walked towards the bed. The child was confused and small, with his eyes slightly open, filled with big tears, which made people's hearts soften all of a sudden.
"Is this your child, Ling'er?"
"Is this your child with Yue Yatou?"
She seemed in disbelief, staring at the little child, and couldn't help asking over and over again.
"Has my mother become a grandmother? Madam, is this true?"
She grabbed Rong Wan's hand and couldn't help but ask for confirmation. It was not until she saw Rong Wan nod and got a positive answer again that she believed that all this was true.
"I'm a grandmother now, I'm a grandmother now, Ling'er, you're a father now, A Zheng, Brother Zheng, did you see that? Did you see that in heaven? I'm a grandmother now, you're a grandfather now, and our Ling'er has a child now... Woo woo woo..."
Concubine Feng sobbed.
What a desperate night this was for her. The traumatic memories shocked her so much that she almost lost the will to live. But in this extremely dark and painful moment, she received a piece of news that made her so happy and moved. It was so shocking.
She squatted down and gently touched the child's hand with her small hand. It was so small and soft. She thought of when she gave birth to Feng Ling, he was also so small and soft.
This is a cycle and alternation of life.
Life and death, pain and hope.
"Your Highness, please stop crying. Your health is very important."
Rong Wan saw Concubine Feng lying on the edge of the bed, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe, and hurried forward to comfort her.
Rong Wan shook her head, she was almost speechless, because no one knew at this moment, how much this child meant to her.
"Yue'er, thank you, thank you girl, thank you for allowing mother to still have dignity to live in this world, and for allowing me to have a little bit of dignity to face A Ling's father after death."
Concubine Feng's sincere feelings and sad and shaking cries echoed in the bedroom.
Qingyue's eyes had already turned red.
It seemed as if all the knots in my heart were untied in an instant.
She wondered what the purpose of human life was: to share happiness and endure suffering.
Life is a long journey of laughter and tears, pain and happiness, as well as separation of life and death.
Once upon a time, she thought her life was miserable enough: a tragic death, rebirth, separation from her lover, a broken heart... and so on and so forth. Wasn't such a life miserable? Because of the frame-up of a villain, she ended up in such a situation.
So she also attributed her misfortune to the source of that night. Qing Yunyao deserved to die, the foreigner deserved to die, but the man that night also deserved to die, because her life was already scarred and needed hatred to support it. So in a battle of love, hate, and vengeance, there was no winner. She, Feng Ling, Chu Yan...
But when the truth was revealed one day, she realized that life is not easy for everyone.
Isn’t Feng Ling bitter?
Isn’t Concubine Feng miserable?
Aren’t her parents suffering?
"Yue'er, thank you."
"A Ling, I'm sorry."
That night she knew all of Feng Ling's suffering and almost didn't dare to look into his eyes. It was too tragic and too painful.
When she suppressed her red eyes and looked at him, she saw that he also raised his eyes and met her gaze, and the two of them spoke subconsciously.
This is a deviation of nearly seven months, and who wouldn't feel sad for a while.
Qingyue looked away.
At this moment, Feng Ling walked up to her and reached out to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye. "Yue'er, you, the child, and mother, Madam, please leave here first. My people will be here soon. Don't be afraid. I have arranged everything."
His tone was still gentle, and even at this moment, he was trying his best to comfort her, fearing that she would be scared, but it was obvious that his face was so pale.
It was clear that he had just taken the blood from his heart not long ago.
And the moment Feng Ling finished saying this, Qing Yue knew what he meant and understood what he was thinking in his heart. He wanted to do his best to protect her and Concubine Feng.
Feng Ling, even at this moment, he didn't want to save his own life.
This person has a very miserable life.
"Fool."
She said to herself.
"Master, everything is arranged."
The voice of his subordinates was heard outside, and Feng Ling's pupils shrank. He decided not to waste any more time.
"Mother, Yue'er, you take the child and leave first. Wait for my news. If everything is stable, you can come back. If I... then I will also hold everyone back and protect you out of here."
The corners of Feng Ling's eyes were very red.
"Mother, I don't know who my father is, but I know you love me deeply. Today, I am handing over the two most important people in my life to you. I hope you will take good care of them."
Concubine Feng was already crying like rain.
Rong Wan's face turned very pale, and her hands had been shaking since she heard the shocking secret, but she forced herself to calm down. The sky outside was gradually darkening, and the east was showing a fish belly light. Her eldest son was imprisoned and his life or death was uncertain. Her daughter and son-in-law were persecuted, and it was all done by the King of Chu.
So at this moment she must not panic or fall behind.
As soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, she had already wrapped the child in a small quilt and quickly packed a small bag. Her reaction was even faster than Concubine Feng's.
"Your Majesty, we will obey the prince's orders in everything."
Rong Wan said.
Concubine Feng was completely out of her mind at this moment. She stared at the baby in the cradle. After hearing Rong Wan's words, she nodded heavily and then walked out of the room.
Feng Ling raised his hand and held Qing Yue's hand the moment she moved. His palm was icy cold, like a thousand-year-old ice that could not be warmed up. Their eyes met in the air. Feng Ling's pupils were deep, as if he had a thousand words to say, but everyone knew that time was running out and there was no time to express their true feelings.
"Yue'er, go with mother and the others."
Feng Ling repeated it in a hoarse voice.
Qing Yue paused, suppressing the tears in her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. The pain in her heart made it hard for her to breathe. The next moment, she said, "A Ling, without your blood, the child can't survive."
A call of "A Ling" carries with it immense care and deep love.
I once resisted so much, but now at this moment all that is left is heartache.
Feng Ling trembled.
He knew that Qingyue had seen through it. His girl was always smart and could see that he was determined to die.
Tears filled my eyes.
His hands trembled. That was his son, and he couldn't bear to let him go. He couldn't bear to see his son die, and he couldn't bear to be separated from the one he loved.
"A Ling...I..."
Just as Qing Yue was about to speak, the sound of swords and knives suddenly came from outside...
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