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As expected, Yichun was neither poisoned nor had an upset stomach; she was pregnant.

The old doctor, stroking his white beard and with failing eyesight, congratulated Yan Yufei: "Congratulations, Second Young Master, your wife is pregnant. She is less than two months along. Fortunately, your wife has always been healthy. She was probably frightened before, and the fetus was not very stable. She has also been eating too much nourishing food recently, so she has only started experiencing morning sickness symptoms now. It's nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about."

Uncle Yin's thick eyebrows shot up, and he shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting! Which eye of yours saw her as some kind of lady?!" The old doctor was so frightened that he scrambled out of the room.

Yichun was still in shock, lying half-reclined on the bed staring blankly at the top of the tent, her eyes unblinking. She was pregnant! She was pregnant! There was a little person inside her! What a novel and wondrous experience! A child, her and Shujun's child… Good heavens, she was going to be a mother so soon? A little child would be jumping and calling her "Mommy," calling Shujun "Daddy"… What a strange scene this was!

In that instant, all her resentment—whether it was seeking revenge, chopping Yan Yudao to pieces, or burning the Yan family to the ground—vanished. All that remained was the joy and astonishment of becoming a mother for the first time. It was as if she had suddenly grasped the source of life, its mysteries and boundless meaning. She seemed to care about nothing else, as long as she could protect her child.

Yan Yufei was slightly surprised, but he quickly came to his senses. He walked to the bedside and whispered, "Miss Ge, you are now a mother. Are you able to take good care of yourself and your child?"

After asking for a long time, Yichun still didn't answer. It was clear that her soul was still wandering aimlessly in the sky and hadn't returned at all.

Seeing this, Uncle Yin figured that the young master probably had something to say to Ge Yichun, and it wouldn't be convenient for him to stay, so he simply turned around and left.

He believed in his young master; the second young master of the Yan family was no mere figurehead. He would surely understand the priorities and the path he had chosen.

Yichun stared blankly at the top of the tent for an unknown amount of time before letting out a long sigh and whispering, "Oh my god... I'm pregnant..."

A soft voice immediately chimed in from the side, "Indeed, Miss Ge is about to become a mother. I, Yan, offer my congratulations."

Yi Shi turned around quickly and immediately saw Yan Yufei. Upon learning that she was pregnant, her mood improved greatly. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all and nodded with a smile, "Thank you."

Yan Yufei smiled, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at a laurel tree in the courtyard, and said in a low voice, "Miss Ge, no matter what you encounter, will you choose to keep going? I'm afraid you don't know if this path is right or wrong, or if you will make the same mistake again and again?"

She touched her still-flat stomach, feeling the wondrous sensation of life stirring within her. After a while, she said, "No one is always on the right path; there will always be times when you get lost. But my father said that wandering around when you're lost is better than staying still. Is this what you wanted to hear? Does it help you?"

Yan Yufei nodded silently, then suddenly turned around and saw Yi Chun lifting the quilt and getting up, tying her boots. Her sword and bundle were on the table, just as he had instructed.

She deftly tied her bundle to her back and hung her sword between the windows. Moving her arms and legs, her free and unrestrained demeanor was truly enviable.

He couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Ge Yichun, what are you going to do?"

Her answer was so decisive: "I want to be a great hero, what about you?"

He closed his eyes slightly for a moment, then said softly and with unwavering determination, "I will become the hero and accomplish the great task of unifying the martial world."

Yichun shrugged. "Fine, you be the hero and I'll be the chivalrous knight. We'll keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other. We're on different paths, so I'll take my leave."

She left without hesitation, stepping out the door and stretching in the sun, as if the month of house arrest had had no effect on her whatsoever. Indeed, if a person's heart is free, then even the strongest cage in the world cannot confine him.

Yan Yufei stared silently at her retreating figure, a strange feeling finally welling up from the deepest part of his heart. He couldn't help but call out again, "Ge Yichun."

She turned around innocently, 'Huh?'

He couldn't say anything. Actually, he had so much to say to her—about the severed hand, about his uncle. He had lived the first half of his life in his uncle's shadow, unsure of his own place, often seeing the gloom of the past reflected in her. But things would be different from now on.

If you ask her if she would stay, her answer will definitely be no.

If I told her that he seemed to understand what the word "like" meant, would she laugh out loud? A man's liking for a woman is neither deep nor intense; it even carries a hint of confusion and reluctance. He cannot yet understand what it is worth, and perhaps he will never understand.

But he would probably remember her silhouette today for the rest of his life, as if she were about to merge with the sunlight, as if golden wings were truly sprouting from her back, ready to fly far away, to a place he could no longer see.

Their paths diverged. Their paths barely crossed, not even a hint of romance, and from that point on, they were worlds apart, never to meet again.

So Yan Yufei shook his head and said calmly, "It's nothing. You're not feeling well. Do you need me to send a maid to take care of you along the way?"

Before Yichun could answer, a long-lost voice from the wall above answered for her, "My wife, no one else needs to worry about you."

Yi Chun was startled and looked up abruptly. Sure enough, she saw Shu Jun, who had miraculously survived. He was wearing a light blue robe and leaning against the hillside, smiling and waving at her. This man was always elusive; she had no idea when he arrived or how he had sneaked in. But Yi Chun didn't seem to care about that anymore.

She almost instinctively rushed towards him. Her body had barely jumped up, and her fingertips had just touched his clothes when she was suddenly pulled into his arms.

"Girl, you've gained quite a bit of weight." He pretended to complain, brushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "You've gone from skinny to bouncy."

Yichun couldn't help but burst into laughter, but tears welled up involuntarily.

Even when people are overjoyed, they can shed tears.

She had so many wonderful things to share with him, so many things she couldn't wait to tell him, and yes, she also had the most beautiful secret in the world to tell him.

God, what will his reaction be?

Yichun buried her head in his arms, her tears of joy finally having a place to flow.

Epilogue: A Lifetime Promise

That day, the old sect leader, Gu Liyan, encountered the great Guli Shujun. One was rushing to the agreed location and got a little lost along the way; the other had just been ambushed by assassins and was in a sorry state.

Two solitary souls met, but nothing happened.

Shu Jun readily led Sect Leader Yan to the snow-capped mountains of northwestern Yunnan. His father's grave was piled up under a tree, leaving Sect Leader Yan stunned for a long time.

Shu Jun brought over two bottles of strong liquor. He handed one to him and said, "Now that you're here, whether there are old grudges or new ones, there's nothing to hide. You can dig up graves and whip corpses if you want. Just remember to bury the person back and put up a proper tombstone."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Sect Leader Yan smiled and said, "I won't dig up the grave or whip the corpse. Just treat it as a farewell to a fallen hero. Shu Jun, you and your father are quite alike. Come and have a few drinks with this old man."

Shu Jun laughed too, touching his nose. He was still quite young, with a touch of childishness. "How could I be like him?"

Master Yan poured a bottle of strong liquor onto Shu Chang's tombstone, sighed deeply, and said softly, "Many years have passed. He's dead, and you're dead too. Since people are both dead, why bother with worldly grudges? One day, all the living will die. Back then, I thought he was the one who couldn't let go, but it turns out you couldn't either." He silently drank a cup of liquor and remained silent for a long time.

Shu Jun squatted with him in the snow, drinking strong liquor, and laughed, "That old man said it nicely: all the living must die, so why bother with the Yan Clan expanding its hegemony?"

Sect Master Yan slowly shook his head. "It is precisely because everyone will die that we must accomplish something great. You must leave something behind, whether in people's hearts or in this world, something that death cannot take away. Otherwise, what is the point of coming into this world in vain?"