Marquis Zhongyong and Marquis Lin'an returned in triumph, bringing back Huo Wuji who had been captured by the Northern Di. When they walked into Huajing in the cool weather of late autumn and early winter, the people lined the streets to welcome them and the whole city was jubilant.
The first thing they should have done after returning to Beijing was to meet the emperor, but outside the palace gate, the two brothers stopped.
Now that the war is over, who knows what the emperor will do to silence them?
But outside the palace gate, the person who came to greet them was Shen Qingwei. Seeing Shen Chiyan coming back, he was very excited and knelt on one knee with his fists clasped: "Father!"
Shen Chiyan supported his shoulders and stood up, looking him up and down, with a look of satisfaction on his face: "Yes, you are becoming more and more majestic now."
Shen Qingwei smiled and scratched his head. He then saw Huo Wuyou and Huo Wuji standing behind Shen Chiyan and urged them, "What are you still standing there for? Jianzhang Palace is waiting for you."
Jianzhang Palace?
The two looked at each other: The first thing they should do when returning to the palace is to pay their respects to the emperor, so why would they be asked to go to Jianzhang Palace first?
Confused, they followed Shen Qingwei into the palace first. After all, they had just returned victoriously, and the emperor couldn't openly do anything against them at this time.
…
In Jianzhang Palace, the Queen Mother, Huo Zhiyu and Huo Wuhui had received the news and had been waiting there for a long time. Xue Zhiyi was sitting below the Queen Mother. Now that she was about to give birth, she could no longer move. She just held her waist and looked towards the gate of Jianzhang Palace, anxious anticipation rising in her heart.
Chuizhu hurriedly ran in, beaming with joy as she said, "The eldest young master and the Marquis of Lin'an are here!"
Upon hearing this, the empress dowager stood up with the help of her cane, her eyes full of excitement. Huo Zhiyu and Huo Wuhui couldn't wait to greet her at the door.
Two young men with similar features walked in. The erosion of the northwest wind and sand and the swords on the battlefield made them look a little gray, but they also had a bit of fierce murderous aura as if they were soaked in blood.
As soon as he entered the room, Huo Wuji knelt before the Empress Dowager. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Grandma, I am unfilial and have made you worry for many years!"
The Queen Mother raised her hand, and her old hand carefully stroked Huo Wuji's face. She burst into tears: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
Although the two brothers came back together, Huo Wuji had been away for several years. At this moment, they no longer cared about Huo Wuyou. They rushed up to him, almost unable to bear the longing, hugged him, and cried together.
Looking at his grandmother who had grown old unknowingly, and seeing Huo Zhiyu and Huo Wuhui who had grown much taller, Huo Wuji's eyes became red unconsciously.
Seeing his empty left sleeve, Huo Zhiyu burst into tears. Huo Wuji just patted her head and said, "Brother, it's okay. Ah Yu is already a grown-up girl, why are you still crying so much?"
When she heard this, she cried even harder, like a cracked peach.
Only Xue Zhiyi stood up in a trance, looking at Huo Wuyou's eyes looking at her. She didn't know what to feel for a moment. She only felt that her heart, which was tossing and turning between worry and longing, was now calm. There was no excitement of reunion after a long separation, and it was so calm that even she was a little surprised.
But Huo Wuyou stopped at the door, and when she looked at Xue Zhiyi, her eyes were extremely confused... To be more precise, she didn't expect Xue Zhiyi to be in the palace, and she didn't expect her to...
He belatedly realized that moisture welled up in his eyes. He ran towards Xue Zhiyi and stopped in front of her. He hesitated and reached out his hand, but didn't know where to put it. It was the first time he felt so helpless in front of Xue Zhiyi.
"Awan..." His voice was filled with uncontrollable tears: "Why didn't you tell me?"
The excitement of looking forward to meeting each other turned into unspeakable guilt in an instant. His hand gently stroked Xue Zhiyi's earlobe, fell on the back of her neck, and gently embraced her, letting their foreheads touch.
Seeing the person he had been thinking about day and night right in front of him, Huo Wuyou could no longer suppress his feelings and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Awan, I had no idea..."
He had seen his mother when she was pregnant with A Yu and Wu Hui, and knew the hardships of childbirth for women. At that time, his father was always by his mother's side, taking care of her personally in every detail, but he missed those days and left A Wan to bear the burden alone.
Hearing him say this, Xue Zhiyi's heart also began to ripple. Originally, she was worried that Huo Wuyou would be hesitant and make trouble after knowing about it, so she kept the matter secret for the time being. Now asking him to accept this matter suddenly was indeed a bit too sudden.
She took Huo Wuyou's hand and placed it on her bulging belly. The ups and downs of his palm stunned Huo Wuyou. It was a feeling he had never had before... He was so aware that this was his blood, and also Awan's flesh and blood. It was created by them together and belonged to each other's hope.
At this moment, Xue Zhiyi's hand on the back of his hand suddenly tightened, and Huo Wuyou's heart also shrank suddenly.
Xue Zhiyi suddenly frowned and leaned forward unconsciously. The hand holding Huo Wuyou was covered in sweat on his palm.
So when the two met, the first thing Xue Zhiyi said was: "Huo Wuyou, it seems our baby is about to be born..."
Huo Wuyou had just accepted that Xue Zhiyi was pregnant, and before she could even come to her senses, the baby was about to come...
He picked up Xue Zhiyi horizontally, his voice full of helplessness: "Call the imperial physician!"
The few people who were still crying bitterly for the long-awaited reunion no longer cared about anything else and hurriedly sent someone to call the imperial physician and take Xue Zhiyi to the inner hall to lie down.
…
It gets dark early in early winter. As Huo Wuyou was restless, the crying of a child rang out as night fell.
Under the dim candlelight, the exhausted Xue Zhiyi had his eyes closed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his hair was wet with sweat, hanging down at his temples in strands.
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