Chapter 1389: 1384: Xin'er, Zi Wei's

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1384: Xin’er, Zi Wei’s

Zi Wei’s expression was wooden, while Yue Lian’s face radiated happiness and sweetness that needed no feigning, “Indeed, I and my husband have a daughter who is over two years old. Her name is Xin’er. Since I promised to invent military equipment for the emperor, I couldn’t stay by her side, and she even resents me for it.”

Yue Lian spoke frankly, which immediately dissipated all of Su Yingxue’s suspicions. She helped her up, “It was Her Majesty who misunderstood. I am greatly in your debt! How did you think to come to my rescue?”

Yue Lian answered, “I have always kept in contact with Commander Mo Qi, in case of the emperor’s orders. Upon hearing of the situation, Commander Mo Qi was worried about Your Highness. I am much more skilled at maneuvering the hot air balloon than others, so I came to offer my assistance. Fortunately, I was able to save Your Majesty.”

“Yes, your arrival was very timely. Thank you very much.” Su Yingxue expressed her gratitude to Yue Lian and then went to help up Zi Wei.

Her gaze was forthright, “I apologize, Seventeen. I misunderstood you. You and Zi Wei, that is, Yue Lian’s husband, are very similar. He means something different to me, which is why last night I… Her Majesty apologizes to you!”

The surge of emotions in Su Yingxue’s heart finally began to settle.

The moment she guessed he was Zi Wei, a wave of guilt crashed over her, leaving her in a turmoil of confusion. Throughout her journey, she had the aid of benefactors, and if this had been Zi Wei…

Wouldn’t she owe him even more?

He had only just managed to marry Yue Lian and had started a happy life.

To think that she had dragged him into this turmoil and even caused him harm, how could she face Yue Lian?

Fortunately… he was not!

“No need.” Zi Wei replied indifferently.

Although it was his unchangeable habit, Su Yingxue, after hearing Yue Lian’s words, no longer doubted him.

After she treated his wounds and bandaged him up, she headed back to the military camp with Yue Lian.

Yue Lian walked beside her, discussing Yue Xin’s matters as they went.

The details she provided were so specific, they couldn’t possibly be fabricated.

Su Yingxue asked concernedly, “What was Zi Wei’s reaction to knowing he has a daughter? Was he happy?”

Yue Lian felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart—perhaps he wouldn’t be happy.

Having a daughter meant he had a vulnerability.

But she understood Zi Wei; her guess was, “He was very bewildered, and didn’t know how to interact with his daughter. It’s all a process.”

“That’s true. He has never experienced the warmth of family before. His daughter is his flesh and blood, to him a unique presence in this world.” Su Yingxue imagined the image of Zi Wei holding his daughter, her mind filled with beautiful visions, and she even had tears welling up subtly.

When she had rescued Zi Wei, he was cold and lifeless. Later on, he started to become more human, but still lacked so much.

There were many things she couldn’t give him, nor did she know how to teach him.

Instead, Yue Lian had given him the continuation of bloodline, making him a father, with a child.

For him, it was an entirely new experience.

Su Yingxue wiped the happy tears from the corner of her eyes, “Once this battle is over, I will visit Zi Wei and Xin’er with Heng’er.”

“Our family will be waiting at any time for the empress’s visit,” Yue Lian said with gentle smiles on her face.

Zi Wei followed behind them, he heard every word of their conversation clearly.

Su Yingxue went to Chu Yihan’s military camp, and only then did he have the chance to lead Yue Lian away from the military camp.

He was puzzled, “We don’t have a daughter, why lie to her?”

They did!

Emotion stormed in Yue Lian’s chest, pounding against her heart. She struggled, wanting to fight for Yue Xin’s sake, “Don’t you want one?”

“Now, there isn’t one,” Zi Wei’s gaze was resolute; he had never seen the daughter of Yue Lian at the Yue Family.

Yue Lian, she never bore a child in front of him.

She had deceived Su Yingxue.

Yue Lian asked him again, “Do you truly not want a daughter?”

Zi Wei’s voice was cold and firm, “Let’s stick to the facts.”

They couldn’t conjure up a daughter out of thin air.

“But if you don’t deceive Her Majesty, how can you stay by her side? Her Majesty is not a fool,” Yue Lian’s smile held a touch of helplessness as the emotions in her heart burst through her chest, turning into sorrow.

“Thank you.”

As she was immersed in her sadness, she unexpectedly heard Zi Wei speak, uttering those words.

Yue Lian looked up in surprise. Wasn’t he blaming her for deceiving Su Yingxue?

Zi Wei was not good at expressing himself, and he still spoke sparingly; each word was rarer than gold, “She has not suspected me, she won’t send me away.”

He could continue to stay by Su Yingxue’s side.

He ought to thank Yue Lian.

“So that’s it.” Yue Lian smiled bitterly; there was both bitterness and sweetness, leaving her unsure how to react.

The matter of the daughter, it seemed, still couldn’t be told to her.

At least in this war, he couldn’t let her know yet.

He was still very attached to the feeling of being by Su Yingxue’s side.

Zi Wei returned to the military camp; he had walked a good distance before realizing he had forgotten to tell Yue Lian something.

Xin’er is a very nice name.

When Su Yingxue got back to the military camp, she knew she would have to face Chu Yihan’s fury; he would surely be red-eyed with anger.

The moment she lifted the curtain, she was pulled in by a massive force and then crashed into the solid and powerful chest of Chu Yihan. His voice, deep and suppressed with fury, held significant anger, “Su Yingxue! Are you trying to harm me?”

Listening, Su Yingxue’s heart skipped a beat, her voice soft and gentle, “Your concubine wouldn’t dare, it’s just… I wanted my lord to have a good rest.”

Chu Yihan forcefully confined her as if he wanted to meld her into his bones and blood, to become one with her, until his breathing became heavier and heavier, so heavy that Su Yingxue felt her eardrums trembling.

She was afraid something might happen to him, so she took the initiative to tiptoe and kiss his lips.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, she touched him gently and meticulously, offering all the patience and love he craved when he wasn’t satisfied.

This entanglement did not cease until evening.

Su Yingxue’s throat was hoarse from crying; she lay on Chu Yihan’s back, her voice soft, “The medicine that I developed with Saint Ruan is effective. As long as we increase the dosage and provide every soldier with a portion, we can take Long Guan City.”

Chu Yihan gave a low hum, got up to get dressed, and went out to give orders.

Su Yingxue was still lying on the bed; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to get up, but really… she was falling apart.

Thinking back on Chu Yihan’s ravages and abuse, she was truly at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

The preparation of the medicine that Su Yingxue and Saint Ruan developed would take two days; Chu Yihan ordered the hastening of the medicine preparation and then had Ye Qingru organize the troops. They would attack the city in two days. Having arranged all this, Mo Qi finally brought Xiao Qingyu in.

Xiao Qingyu had sought an audience with Chu Yihan for many days, but his matters were not as pressing as the war, so he could afford to wait until Chu Yihan had the time to see him.

Xiao Qingyu paid his respects to Chu Yihan, a dashing young master in a bamboo leaf green robe, refined and cultured, “Your humble servant Xiao Qingyu, pays his respects to His Majesty.”

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