Marquis Zhongyong quickly dressed, opened the door, and saw Chen Qing standing at the door. "Has Madam left?"
Although he hasn't officially made her his wife yet, he has already spoken to his subordinates, instructing them to treat Cui Yihuan as the wife of a marquis.
Chen Qing nodded.
Why didn't you stop them?
Marquis Zhongyong was furious.
Seeing the scene on the bed and realizing that no one was there, he guessed what had happened.
He felt that yesterday's meal was very unusual.
But I dare not not eat it.
Naturally, he didn't dare to be angry at Cui Yihuan for making such a fuss about not recognizing his partner; what angered him was that his subordinates didn't stop him.
Even if they can't stop him, they should at least wake him up.
But Chen Qing's words made him even angrier.
Chen Qing said, "You won't allow it. You're telling us to do whatever Madam says."
He was also in a difficult position.
Yesterday, the Marquis got drunk and closed the door to consummate his marriage with Madam Cui.
Even though his master was consummating his marriage, he and Wu Dong didn't dare get too close, so he didn't know the specifics of what was happening inside.
All that is known is that afterwards, Madam Cui wanted to leave with the young master's remains, but they tried to stop her. Madam Cui returned to her room and spoke with the Marquis about something.
The Marquis then reprimanded them through the door, telling them to obey the Madam in everything, and threatened them that if they dared to disrespect her, he would sell them.
They'll still sell it to illegal mines.
Worried that the Marquis would regret it when he woke up, he offered a word of advice, but the Marquis said he would sell him to a male prostitute to be a male prostitute.
So ruthless!
This truly exemplifies the saying "forget your servant when you see a beautiful woman."
He's only thirty, in the prime of his life, how could he be an old man?
Chen Qing felt that the Marquis had broken her heart.
However, he was a loyal servant and wouldn't really get angry with his master. He also knew the Marquis's drunken behavior, so although he didn't dare to stop him, he secretly sent Wu Dong and his men to follow him.
Chen Qing informed Marquis Zhongyong of this, "The lady is heading towards the capital."
Marquis Zhongyong glared at him, "Then what are we waiting for? Pack your things and chase after them!"
Chen Qing thought to himself, "Well, we still have to wait for you to wake up."
He was muttering to himself when he stepped into the room, only to be pulled back by Marquis Zhongyong.
"Go and pack the rest; I'll take care of things here myself."
After speaking, Marquis Zhongyong slammed the door shut and quickly folded the blood-stained bed sheet and put it into his bundle.
Chen Qing's nose was almost snapped off, and she felt extremely aggrieved.
Marquis Zhongyong had no time to spare for him at this moment; his mind was racing with a thousand thoughts.
Does Yi Huan want me, or not?
She gave herself to me, which means she wanted me, but if she wanted me, and we were both going back to Beijing, why did she abandon me and run away ahead of time?
Or is it that she still resents me, but believed Ye Zhen's words and wanted to have another son, so she borrowed me for a while?
If that's really the case, what if she gets pregnant and only wants the son, not me?
Cui Yihuan is not the real Cui Yihuan; she is Lou Tinglan. Based on his understanding of his wife, she might very well return to the Wang family pregnant.
Madam Wang doted on her dearly, and Imperial Censor Wang was obedient to his mother; they would surely keep her...
As Marquis Zhongyong haphazardly packed his things, he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the colder his back became.
Just then, Chen Qing's soft voice came from outside the door, "My lord, the lady drank some medicine before she left. I took the dregs to the doctor, and it was for fertility."
Upon hearing this, Marquis Zhongyong could no longer remain still. "You stay here to clean up the mess, I will take my leave first."
"But my lord, several of my lieutenants are coming to report on military affairs today."
Without turning his head, Marquis Zhongyong said, "Write a letter."
He was right; Yi Huan was just using him, and she didn't plan to stay with him.
With his wife about to run away, he had no time to listen to those brutes. It wasn't wartime, so what could be more important than chasing after his wife?
Cui Yihuan sat in the carriage, next to a box containing the prince's remains.
Throughout the journey, her hands never left the suitcase, and the redness in her eyes never faded.
"May you be blessed with good fortune and happiness. Your mother hopes you will be safe and well, so she gave you the nickname Sui Ge'er."
But your mother gave birth to you without ever seeing you or holding you. We, mother and son, are now separated by death.
This childhood name was never known. My dear Sui'er, if you know this in the afterlife, please give me another chance, let me be your mother again. This time, I will protect you and ensure your safety and well-being, okay?
No one responded to her.
Only the tears falling onto the box, shattering into pieces, made the mahogany box appear even more vivid, like blood.
Cui Yihuan pressed her face against the box, closed her eyes, and let the tears fall.
The child she longed to give birth to day after day, mother and son never spent a single day together, the son became a pile of bones, and just thinking about it makes her heart ache.
God, since you have given me a second chance at life, please have pity on me and let my son and I continue our bond.
Cui Yihuan cried out silently in her heart.
"My lord!"
The carriage came to a sudden stop, and the voices of guards could be heard outside.
A moment later, the carriage curtain was lifted, and the Marquis of Zhongyong crawled in, "Yi Huan..."
"Let's go outside. I want to be alone with the child for a while."
The prayer was interrupted, but Cui Yihuan didn't open her eyes and spoke indifferently.
Marquis Zhongyong felt very bad. "Don't hurt yourself. Your aunt will worry if she finds out, and the child certainly doesn't want you to suffer."
Cui Yihuan remained silent.
How can a mother who has lost her child not be in pain? It's an excruciating, heart-wrenching pain.
Seeing her face, which had become much thinner, Marquis Zhongyong knew the bitterness in her heart, so he dared not persuade her any further, and withdrew, riding his horse to follow beside the carriage.
That night, while staying at an inn, he couldn't help but write a letter to Xie Tingzhou, telling him about Cui Yihuan's obsession and asking him to see if there was any way to contact the Great Wei.
Marquis Zhongyong had a bad feeling about Cui Yihuan's condition.
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