Chapter 347 "I do, it's me"
A small hand stretched out from the blurred vision.
It didn't feel like he was catching tears, but more like he was catching the most precious pearl in his heart.
Ji Qingwu's tears were falling faster and faster, and Yuan Heng's palms were about to be filled with water.
Yuan Heng changed his approach and put his hands together to catch it, with obvious panic and confusion revealed on his little face.
Ji Qingwu tried his best to restrain himself, but he couldn't help feeling his nose sore and eyes dry. Tears welled up in his eyes and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.
Yuan Heng was so anxious that his little shoulders floated out of the water.
Yuan Heng didn't care that his body was still wet and touched Ji Qingwu's face. The palm of his little hand was hot.
"Don't cry."
Ji Qingwu nodded silently, but tears were still rolling down like beads from a broken string.
Yuan Heng felt the warmth flowing onto his hands, and he lowered his voice.
"Making the one you love cry is a sign of incompetence. I just said that I am no worse than others. Do you want me to become an incompetent person?"
Yuan Heng is an expert at appealing to people's emotions and explaining things to them with reason.
Ji Qingwu sniffed, quickly picked up the long towel beside him and pressed it over his eyes. When he raised his head again, his eye sockets were as red as a rabbit's.
At this time, she still needs the little one to comfort her. She is really useless.
Ji Qingwu spat on himself, pinched his palms hard, looked into Yuan Heng's dark eyes, and his voice became hoarse.
He opened his lips and said, "I am..."
Yuan Heng stood in the bathtub, looking back at her, and said before her: "You are my mother."
The little guy confirmed it carefully: "I have the same blood as you, and so does Jiujiu. You are our mother."
Ji Qingwu nodded solemnly.
Yuan Heng seemed to be relieved and nodded: "That's good."
This was the best case scenario he had expected. Jiujiu was not his child as General Wei said.
Ji Qingwu was surprised at the little guy's sensitivity, but he felt more heartache in his chest.
She held his hand and opened her lips to say something, but she felt his little arm was cold and the water in the bathtub had turned cold.
Ji Qingwu hurriedly said: "The water is cold, come out first."
Yuan Heng usually took cold showers in summer and didn't feel the water was cold. He wanted to stay alone with her for a while longer. Just as he was about to refuse, he heard a soft, nasal female voice.
"After we dry ourselves off, let's talk in bed, okay?"
Ji Qingwu gently shook his arm, making him want to go to the bed with her scent on it.
Yuan Heng pursed her lips and nodded shyly.
After getting his consent, Ji Qingwu wiped the little guy dry with a dry cotton cloth. The small bag that Yuan Heng brought was still outside the room. She simply took out one of her light pink undershirts, wrapped him up, and carried him out of the bathroom.
Yuan Heng's head rested obediently on her shoulder, and when she swayed slightly as she walked, he quietly put his little face against the side of her neck.
His whole body was enveloped by the scent of his mother, and Yuan Heng's eyes were full of excitement.
Ji Qingwu stuffed him into the quilt and tucked the corner of the quilt under him. She wanted to go to the outer room to get some clean underwear for Yuan Heng to change into.
But his little hand held her tightly.
Ji Qingwu discussed, "How about I go get you some clothes?"
Yuan Heng felt that there was no better clothes than the ones he was wearing. The material was soft, smooth and fragrant.
He refused decisively: "No."
He pulled her dress tighter.
Looking at his stubborn and persistent black eyes, Ji Qingwu curled the corners of her lips, took off her outer skirt, lifted the quilt, and lay down with him.
When she really lay down next to Yuan Heng, he became reserved instead. There was a small bulge in the quilt that didn't dare to move, but his black eyes were twinkling like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Ji Qingwu slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the little guy in his arms.
Yuan Heng noticed her cautiousness and turned over as if inadvertently. Ji Qingwu hugged the little man who was like a small stove in his arms.
This time, the curves of the mother and son's mouth corners were exactly the same.
Yuan Heng could no longer hold back and said generously: "I've already shown you everything, so a hug is nothing. If you want to hug me, then hug me."
Hearing this, Ji Qingwu's smile widened, and she called out as she stroked his back gently with her fingers.
"Yuan Heng."
Yuan Heng's heart, which had just calmed down, began beating faster again.
The little guy didn't twist at all.
Responded to her: "Mom."
Ji Qingwu took a deep breath, and held Yuan Heng tighter with his arms even more tightly, as if he wanted to merge the little guy back into his own bones and blood.
She said in a soft but hoarse voice: "I'm sorry...thank you even more."
Are you sorry for leaving him behind? Yuan Heng blinked.
"I have never blamed my mother, because nothing is better than you being alive."
Ever since he could remember, there were rumors both inside and outside the palace that his biological mother had died young.
When he was younger, he once ran into Emperor Wu Su's bedroom on a thunderous night and asked him who his mother was and why he had never seen even a portrait of her.
Yuan Heng remembered it clearly: it was late at night and Emperor Wu Su was still awake. When he asked about his mother, his expression instantly became darker than the sky outside.
At that time, he understood that no matter whether his biological mother was still alive or not, she must be disliked by his father.
The less he knew, the safer his biological mother might be.
When Ji Qingwu appeared in the palace, he stripped off his clothes by the Taiye Lake, looking for something.
Everything has already been traced.
In the current situation, Yuan Heng could not understand the complex emotions between the adults.
But he knew that if you loved someone, you would not watch her marry someone else.
Yuan Heng thought of his mother's words of thanks, nodded his head, and asked curiously: "What do you want to thank me for?"
Ji Qingwu patted his back gently, lowered his eyelashes, and said bitterly: "Thank you, my Heng'er, for taking good care of me during my absence. You have grown up well and have become a great man."
Yuan Heng puffed out his chest and said, "We are family, no need to thank me."
The more sensible the little guy was, the more Ji Qingwu felt in his heart.
"Mother didn't mean to abandon you."
The mission of the childbearing system is to give birth to a child for General Dingbei to help him have successors. If she takes the baby boy away, the mission will be considered unfinished.
Leaving one child behind and taking one away, who would have thought that she would give birth to twins? This was the safest approach for her.
Jiujiu had lived with him through thick and thin, and had been ridiculed as a fatherless bastard.
Yuan Heng grew up in the palace and seemed to have a noble status, but he also had to face all kinds of attacks. Concubine Wei raised him in order to consolidate her position in the palace.
Ji Qingwu's eyes were filled with tears again.
The little guy raised his head in her arms.
He said seriously, "Between me and Jiujiu, one of us must live in this palace."
"I do. It's me."
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