Song Luan thought Zhao Nanyu was just acting crazy again. She shrank back into the quilt and said, "Childish."
As the pregnancy progressed, Song Luan could only sleep on her side, fearing that she would crush the baby. Zhao Nanyu lifted the corner of the quilt and said helplessly, "You are not afraid of suffocating yourself even if you bury your whole face in the quilt."
Song Luan's delicate little face turned red from the smoke, "It's warm like this."
Zhao Nanyu still didn't let her hide her face under the quilt. He touched her face and said, "Tomorrow at noon, your mother and your brother will come to see you."
Song Luan smiled and said, "Very good."
When the new emperor's enthronement decree came down, everyone was shocked.
Aunt Lin and Song Heqing couldn't believe it. They were the few people who had seen the corpse with their own eyes. Aunt Lin even checked her breath several times and found that their daughter was indeed dead and not breathing at all.
Coupled with Aunt Lin's prejudice against Zhao Nanyu, she even thought for a time that he deliberately resorted to this tactic because of his bad reputation as a wife killer.
Aunt Lin herself was seriously ill and had not recovered for a long time. She could hardly get out of bed, so she had no chance to see Song Luan.
After resting and recuperating for several months, Aunt Lin's illness was completely cured. After thinking about it for several days, she decided to go and see what was going on.
She saw the knife wound on her daughter's chest clearly. The wound was deep and severe.
Song Heqing helped her onto the carriage and reminded her, "Whether it is your sister or not, don't say bad things over there."
Zhao Nanyu is no longer the same person he was before. He is no longer someone they can humiliate. Although Song Heqing doesn't have a good impression of him now, he can't act on impulse as he has a whole family to take care of.
Aunt Lin still gnashed her teeth in hatred when she thought of Zhao Nanyu, "I know."
The carriage wobbled along before long before arriving in front of the mansion gate, where the butler respectfully welcomed the guests in.
Song Luan was standing at the gate waiting for them. She felt as if she had not seen her original mother and brother for a long time, two people who treated her sincerely.
Aunt Lin looked at the thin figure holding the door frame from afar, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked exactly like her daughter. She walked up to her slowly, stroking her cheek with trembling fingers, and couldn't help crying, "Luanbao! She is really my Luanbao."
Aunt Lin had always thought it was a scam by Zhao Nanyu before she met Song Luan. Song Luan was gently embraced by her mother, her eyes sore, "Mom, it's me."
Aunt Lin wiped away her tears and asked, "Haven't you already..."
Already dead?
Song Luan lied to her with a pretext she had prepared long ago, "Do you remember that Ayu has a younger brother? He is a skilled doctor and it took him a long time to save me."
Aunt Lin was half-believing and half-doubting. She frowned and suddenly said, "But that knife was indeed stabbed by that bastard Zhao Nanyu, right?!"
How painful would that cut be? Her precious daughter is so good, how could anyone have the heart to harm her?
When Song Heqing heard the word "evil seed", his eyebrows jumped.
"Mom, he didn't do it."
It was because she was in so much pain at the time that she begged for it for so long.
Aunt Lin obviously didn't believe what she said, "He admitted it himself! That's what people outside are saying too."
Song Luan held his waist, poured a cup of tea for Aunt Lin, and said slowly: "Do you believe others or me?"
She smiled and continued, "You see, I'm fine now."
Song Heqing also chimed in, "Yes. My sister is doing well now, you can rest assured. As for what happened in the past, I believe my sister knows it well."
Aunt Lin reluctantly suppressed all the doubts in her heart and looked at her belly. "How many months has it been? Is she about to give birth?"
Song Luan rubbed her sore waist and said, "It seems like I'm about to give birth."
I don't know the exact date.
Aunt Lin started to cry again, "When you gave birth to Shi Ge'er, things weren't going well. I don't know what the situation is like now. Nothing can happen. If the critical moment comes, you can just give up the child, but you must save your own life."
That's why the daughter didn't like Shiger and treated him harshly in the past two years. Aunt Lin never tried to persuade her.
Song Luan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It should be fine, mother, don't worry, I will definitely live well. I won't make you worry anymore."
"You just know how to coax me." Aunt Lin often sighed, "It would have been better if you had married a pretty boy back then."
Who could have expected that Zhao Nanyu would have such good fortune today? Aunt Lin once sincerely hoped that Zhao Nanyu would die early so that her daughter would have the opportunity to remarry.
She has been observing people for decades and has never made a mistake in her judgment.
It's clear at first glance that Zhao Nanyu is not a good person.
Song Luan nodded and agreed with her words. Thinking of the pretty boy, her eyes sparkled. "I like pretty boys, too!"
He is fair, gentle and polite, and must be very caring.
Having no power and no money means nothing.
The thing her mother has the most is money.
Song Heqing's mouth twitched, and he said half-jokingly: "Sister, you really haven't changed."
"Brother, I'm just telling the truth."
"You said it before without caring, but now don't say it casually at home."
"I'm not stupid."
"Brother is afraid you'll do something stupid."
Aunt Lin had just recovered from a serious illness. After talking for a while, she felt tired and looked a little exhausted.
"Mom, are you tired?"
"It's a bit tiring indeed."
"Why don't you just rest in my room for a while?" Song Luan suggested.
Aunt Lin originally wanted to agree, but then she thought that Zhao Nanyu seemed to be returning home soon, and she didn't want to see her son-in-law at all, for fear that she would point at his nose and scold and beat him.
She waved her hand, "I won't stay. I'll come to see you another day."
Aunt Lin took out the silver collar she had prepared long ago. The collar was inlaid with agate of excellent quality and looked quite beautiful. "This is for the baby in your belly. I also put it on you when you were a child. It not only looks good, but also keeps you safe."
Song Luan also thought the collar was beautiful, and couldn't let it go and touched it again and again, "It's so beautiful!"
"If you like it, you can come to me and get it. I still have a lot of it. I'm going to give it to you in the future anyway."
Moreover, when Song Luan got married, she also added a lot of gold, silver and jewelry to her dowry, but it must have been spent by Song Luan in the past few years.
As the elder brother, Song Heqing naturally would not remain silent. Before coming, he racked his brains to think of what to give as a gift. He picked out all the good things but couldn't find anything satisfactory.
As usual, he gave her the banknote directly.
Song Luan was reluctant to let go of the silver note worth five thousand taels, and there seemed to be a gleam in his bright eyes.
She had never received so much money in her life. She smiled sweetly, "Thank you, brother."
Song Heqing looked at his sister and felt that she was still the same as before, she loved money very much, but she was much more timid. He asked jokingly: "Does Zhao Nanyu not give you money to spend? You little money-grubber."
Song Luan locked the banknote he gave her in a small drawer and nodded, "How do you know?! He really doesn't give me any money. He's so stingy."
Song Heqing was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. If you are short of money in the future, just let me know and I will give it to you."
Although the Song family has lost its power, it is still very rich.
He was still able to come up with a few thousand taels of silver.
"Okay." She almost laughed out loud.
Song Luan was heavy and it was inconvenient for him to see them off, so he could only stand at the door and watch them leave. I waited until I could no longer see his back before reluctantly returning to the house.
On the table was also a silver necklace that her mother had given to the child. She remembered that Shi Ge'er didn't seem to have it because she had never seen him wear it.
Song Luan held her waist with one hand and put the other hand on her chin. After thinking for a while, she decided that in order to be fair, she also wanted to make a collar for Shi Ge'er and a pair of silver bracelets for both children.
When he moved his elbow, the collar on the table was accidentally knocked to the ground. Song Luan couldn't bend down and couldn't pick it up.
Suddenly, a hand appeared in sight, and it picked up the collar on the ground with its fingertips.
Zhao Nanyu asked: "Did your mother give it to you?"
"It's not for me, it's for the child." While he was there, Song Luan happened to say what she had just thought, "But Shi Ge'er doesn't seem to have it. I'm worried that he will be sad when he knows. This child hides everything and won't tell you."
Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to be listening to her. He lowered his head and fiddled with her fingers. He asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
"I want to find a better craftsman to make a pair for Shi Ge Er."
Song Luan wanted to let Shi Ge'er know that she treated both children the same and there was no difference.
Zhao Nanyu said nonchalantly, "You have the final say."
He seemed to have remembered something particularly interesting, and suddenly asked, "Did your mother scold me again today?"
Song Luan told the truth, "Yes, she doesn't like you, and you didn't just find out."
So Zhao Nanyu deliberately avoided Aunt Lin. He is not interested in irrelevant people.
After becoming pregnant, Song Luan's temper became much worse. She would fuss about a small matter for half a day without stopping.
Zhao Nanyu almost always responded to her requests and did everything according to her wishes. The only thing he was very strict about was food. Song Luan loved spicy food and drooled every day.
Song Luan also knew that he was doing this for her own good. She always had stomachache after eating spicy food, but she couldn't control her temper and just wanted to vent her anger on him. She didn't like anything he brought back.
She glared at Zhao Nanyu fiercely and pointed at the portrait on the table, "Your painting doesn't look like me at all. You made me ugly."
Zhao Nanyu put away the portrait helplessly, "Not ugly."
"If I say ugly, it's ugly."
"Then can we just throw the painting away?"
"no."
Song Luan knew that she was being very pretentious, but she just couldn't help it. The closer she got to her due date, the more panicked she felt, and she always wanted to find some sense of existence.
She heard that giving birth would be very painful. What if something unexpected happened and she couldn't wake up? Or what if something happens to the child?
Thinking too much, Song Luan began to cry.
Zhao Nanyu hugged her waist, stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you."
Song Luan has been having nightmares for the past few days, and she feels it is very unlucky. Who would dream of swords and blood every day before having a child? How bloody!
She sobbed, "Why doesn't she come out yet?"
Zhao Nanyu laughed, "Soon."
Song Luan's face gradually turned pale. She clutched his sleeves tightly with both hands and opened her red lips slightly, "Ayu, my stomach hurts a little."
Zhao Nanyu carried her to the bed and said sternly to the maid outside: "Please ask the doctor to come over."
Song Luan was sweating from the pain. She lay on the bed with a face full of pain. Her eyelashes trembled. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her hand to grab the corner of his clothes. Her lips turned pale and her face was full of pain. "I seem to... seem to be giving birth soon."
Zhao Nanyu lifted the quilt and found that her amniotic fluid had broken. He frowned, hugged her upper body, and said coldly, "Call the midwife over."
Giving birth really hurts.
Song Luan was crying in pain just at the beginning, sobbing continuously.
The midwife had many years of experience in delivering babies, so she was not panicked at all. She first told the maids to go down and boil some water, and then said to Zhao Nanyu, "My lord, you should go out first."
Zhao Nanyu wiped Song Luan's sweat with a handkerchief and said, "I'll wait a little longer."
The midwife did not dare to urge him any further. She waited until the maids brought in hot water before she reminded him again, "Sir, the delivery room is filthy..."
Zhao Nanyu didn't want to leave at first, but Song Luan pushed him with her little hand and said, "Get out. I don't want you to watch."
Zhao Nanyu kissed her brow and sighed softly, "I'll wait for you outside."
Not long after he went out, bursts of shouting were heard from the house.
Song Luan was still in pain. It was normal to feel pain for a few hours during childbirth.
Song Luan used all her strength to stay awake. The midwife held her hand and said, "Madam, bear with it a little longer. Once your cervix opens, the baby will be able to come out."
Song Luan gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
She thought vaguely, giving birth to a child is such a torture!
Another hour passed, and her cervix was almost dilated. She tried very hard to give birth to the baby.
The midwife held her hand and encouraged her, "Madam, please try harder, the baby will be out soon."
Song Luan was sweating and panting. He used up his last bit of strength and let out a cry that pierced the sky. The child finally fell to the ground.
Song Luan was so tired that she almost fainted. The midwife's voice echoed in her ears, "Congratulations, madam, it's a little master."
There were many sounds crowding together in her ears, all rushing into her ears.
Before falling asleep, Song Luan thought with some regret that it turned out to be a boy.
Song Luan felt a stinging pain in her head and ears, as if a lot of people were talking to her.
[Princess, aren’t you leaving yet? 】
[Princess, please stop being stubborn! 】
[The Jinwu Guards rebelled, and the Emperor and Empress were captured alive by the rebels at the exit of the secret passage. Before they died, they told you to run away! 】
The princess's house was in a state of disarray. The man in armor caressed her cheek with pity, "Brother will go and kill those traitors right away. Can you hide first?"
"Go ahead, I'll wait for you, brother."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, with a team of soldiers who were the only ones in the capital who obeyed his orders, headed for the city gate without looking back.
The little princess sat on the steps with a dazed look on her face, her hair and clothes a little messy, and the sounds of fighting outside reached her ears.
She was not only worried about her brother, but also about her husband.
Her husband was a weak scholar who was powerless and had only a superficial understanding of military strategies.
The little princess was a little afraid that the brutal rebels would kill her husband.
Before the King of Southwest rebelled, he clearly drew a line between himself and his youngest son, and even said that his son's life or death had nothing to do with him.
When her husband stayed in the capital, it was obvious that the King of Southwest had made him a hostage.
At that time, he had already been abandoned by the King of Southwest.
Before this, her husband had secretly told her father the rebels' marching route. If not for this, her father and mother would have killed him as soon as the King of Southwest rebelled.
If the rebels caught her husband, they would not let him go.
At dusk, a soldier with a bloody face rushed to her and said, "Little princess, please follow us."
She shook her head stubbornly, "I won't leave."
"The Crown Prince has also rebelled. The rebels cut off his head and used it as a sacrifice."
What is he talking about? The little princess didn't quite understand.
Tears fell hurriedly, and when she came to her senses, someone had grabbed her wrist and was running away.
There were corpses everywhere along the way, and the person who led her away seemed to be seriously injured.
They were stopped by a group of people.
"My apologies, little princess."
She recognized him, the commander of the guards.
The little princess smiled and pointed at the seriously injured soldier, "Let him go, and I'll go with you."
"Okay." The commander wanted to step forward and tie her hands, saying, "Prince Consort... Oh no, the Crown Prince has also rebelled. I have no choice but to use your life in exchange for the peace of the palace."
The little princess also thought so at that time, naively believing that she still had some weight in her husband's heart.
Her voice was very soft, "Is my brother really dead?"
The commander replied: "His Royal Highness's head was indeed used as a sacrifice."
She nodded, her expression calm, "I understand."
The little princess smiled at him, "Can I change my clothes and go with you? It won't take long."
"Can."
The little princess changed into her wedding dress which she had only worn once. It was so red that it was blinding.
The commander could not completely let down his guard against her and still tied her hands. The rebels were almost reaching the palace gate.
She was pushed onto the city wall, and even though they were so far away, the little princess still saw her brother's head.
The deputy general held a spear, and her brother's head was on the spear.
Before leaving, her brother touched her face gently and told her that everything would be fine. In the blink of an eye, the person was gone.
She was the most beloved woman in the world. Her father, the Emperor, and her mother, the Empress, treated her very well. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, as her brother from the same mother, always responded to her requests.
When she was a child, her brother often let her sit on his shoulders and took her out of the palace to play.
The last bit of hope in her heart was gone.
In fact, she also knew that her father was incompetent in governing the country and the court was in chaos.
The little princess had never seen her husband like this before. He was wearing black armor, and his fair face was stained with blood. He was full of murderous aura, and he held a long sword in his hand, which was dripping with blood.
In her eyes, her husband was just a gentle young man who loved reading and who could only hold a fan but not a sword.
He indulged her willful little temper, took her to many fun places, played with her, and then accompanied her in being scolded by her father and mother.
He shouldn't be like this.
After being married for many years, the little princess had never even thought that her husband, who shared the same bed with her, would kill someone, and do it so easily.
She looked at the sunset in the distance. The clouds in the sky seemed to be stained with blood, a gorgeous red.
She remembered that they had never had any children.
I guess he had anticipated this day would come, so he took some action.
A long sword was pressed against the little princess' neck. The commander behind her shouted to the men at the palace gate, "Let us go, or I will kill her."
Her beloved husband didn't even say a word, and shot an arrow at her without hesitation. She groaned, and severe pain spread in her heart.
Seeing that she was useless, the commander of the imperial guards panicked and pushed her out of the palace gate.
The sound of horses' hooves, fighting, and swords clashing echoed in her ears.
Before she died, the little princess felt that her husband had never loved her.
The country was destroyed, the family was ruined, and he died a violent death.
Song Luan was awakened by the crying of a baby. She raised her eyelids, but her vision was still a little blurry. The lights were on in the room, and Zhao Nanyu was holding the child and coaxing him in a low voice.
She sat up slowly, looking at Zhao Nanyu with infatuated eyes.
The man turned around and saw that she had woken up. He smiled and said, "You must be exhausted."
Song Luan stared at his face blankly.
Zhao Nanyu placed the child beside her and pursed her lips. "It's a boy. Do you like it?"
Two tears fell from Song Luan's eyes. She was a little confused. Even though she remembered everything from her past life, she was not sad.
That seemed like a very distant thing to her.
Zhao Nanyu covered her hand and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"
She shook her head. “No.”
It didn't hurt much actually.
Song Luan thought that maybe because the love was gone, even the hatred for him was gone.
She really didn't feel sad, and she no longer had any intense emotions towards Zhao Nanyu.
As plain as water, this is actually very good.
She lowered her head and laughed, then called out his name, "Zhao Nanyu."
The man stiffened slightly, listening intently to what she was going to say next.
Song Luan spoke in a relaxed tone, winking at him playfully, "I remember everything now."
She could even joke, "You are a little bit cruel."
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