La vie parfaite sous la dynastie Song

Chapitre 191

I sighed and stroked her noticeably thinner face: "Impersonating me and navigating the court, yet unable to shine, must have been exhausting, right?"

Yunyan shook her head, her smile gentle and graceful, infinitely beautiful: "Compared to the pain of missing you, nothing else matters."

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly saw Yi Han standing in the doorway. As he walked in, he asked in a cold tone, "Did you bring Lin Yu's body?"

He was talking to Yunyan, but his eyes were only on me. Yunyan nodded in confusion: "I brought it, but what's the use?" After a pause, she widened her eyes in surprise and asked, "It's not to possess someone else's body, is it?"

I laughed: "You could say that, but I don't know if it's appropriate..."

Without warning, everything went black before my eyes, and before I could react, I collapsed.

I felt that my unconsciousness lasted only a short time, just a blink of an eye, like when I had been squatting on the ground for a long time and suddenly stood up, my vision would go black for a moment. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed, Yunyan was taking my pulse, and Yihan asked in a panicked and irritable tone: "How are you?"

I opened my eyes and was met with Yun Yan's solemn face. I forced a lighthearted smile and said, "What's the big deal? You're probably just tired from traveling back and forth between time-space gaps. You'll be fine once you're in a different body."

Yunyan shook her head, looked at me strangely, then turned to look at Yihan, and after a long while said, "That's not the reason."

I was stunned: "What is that?"

Yun Yan lowered her head and coughed, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking quite embarrassed. She mumbled, "Lin Yu, you... you're pregnant, you've been pregnant for over a month..."

I felt a sudden "boom," as if all the blood in my body rushed to my head and then receded completely, leaving every inch of my skin cold, trembling, and shaking.

More than a month... I'd been pregnant for more than a month, and now I was pregnant with Xu Lie's child again.

What is this all about? Is it fate playing tricks? Is it a wish fulfilled? Or is it reaping what you sow? I dare not look at Yihan's face; I simply cannot lift my head to look at him.

My eyes were clearly bright, my optic nerves were clearly intact, yet when I opened them, all I saw was a blank, neither white nor red. It was like when I was a child, playing in the bright sunlight for a long time, and then suddenly entering a dark room, I felt a sudden blindness; the scenery was clearly before my eyes, but I couldn't tell where I was.

What kind of karmic entanglement did Xu Lie and I accumulate in our past lives to be so tangled and inextricable? Now, who owes me, me or him? I don't want to have any more involvement with him, I really don't. But… my hand trembles as I cover my flat stomach, feeling only pain, a heart-wrenching pain. But this child, this innocent child, who has it offended, who has it owed?

I looked up and saw Yihan's retreating figure, and fear surged up like a tide. He walked so fast, so hurriedly, so resolutely, as if he would never return. I opened my mouth in terror, wanting to call out to him, but no sound came out. My raised arm froze in mid-air, blank and helpless, thinking I could grab the hem of his clothes, but I found he had already disappeared from sight.

I lowered my head, withdrew my cold hands, and felt an urge to cry, but no tears came. I heard a heavy thud, like hundreds of powerful explosives suddenly detonating in the palace, even the foundations trembled. That tremor was one of extreme resentment, extreme anger, and extreme pain, leaving only despair, an overwhelming, all-encompassing despair.

I slowly closed my eyes, and when I spoke, I found my voice to be even older and more weary than that of the seventy-year-old woman: "Yunyan, don't ask me... don't ask me anything... please..."

Heaven may not grow old, but love will never end. My heart is like a double-stranded net, with a thousand knots within.

So cold, so cold, how much fate remains between us? How many knots remain? Are we destined to love each other to death, wait until death, yearn for each other until death, yet be unable to escape the fate of being so close yet so far?

Chapter 41 Kidnapping

I groggily opened my eyes and saw the clear glass window, knowing I was back in the modern world. My head was throbbing with pain, and my whole body felt sore and feverish, but my forehead felt cool and comfortable.

A pair of long, warm hands gently stroked my face, and a soft, worried voice said, "Galan, you have a fever."

“Zi Mo…” My voice was hoarse and weak, and I didn’t know how to express the pain and grievances in my heart. But when I vaguely saw his brown eyes, I felt relieved. “Zi Mo… I want to go find Xu Lie.”

Zi Mo's hand, which was changing the towel for me, stiffened slightly. Then he gently placed it on my forehead, supported me with his arm, fed me medicine and water, and said softly, "Take your medicine and get some sleep. When you wake up, I'll take you to find him."

I nodded, obediently lay down, and closed my eyes. Soon my consciousness became hazy, simply because I was exhausted, utterly exhausted and heartbroken.

In a daze, I felt as if I had grabbed Yihan's hand, frantically calling his name, but he walked away from me with an icy expression. I shook my head desperately, not wanting him to leave, no matter what, tears streaming down my face. He just looked at me coldly, prying my fingers apart one by one. His fingertips were cold and rough, piercing me with extreme pain.

"Yihan! Yihan..." I called out to him desperately, "Don't leave me, Yihan..."

"I love you so much... Yihan... I love you so much! It wasn't my intention... to get pregnant with Xu Lie's child... Do you believe me? Yihan... Do you believe me?"

When I woke up again, it was already 2 PM. I felt aches and pains in my back, but my fever had subsided. The living room was empty, but I could hear crackling sounds coming from the kitchen.

I slipped on my slippers and staggered over to take a look, only to find Zimo cooking something. He had wrapped an apron haphazardly around himself, and the kitchen was a mess, filled with smoke and fumes.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Zimo, what are you doing?"

Zimo was startled by my sudden voice, and his face, streaked with black grease, showed a hint of embarrassment. Suddenly, he reached out and turned off the induction cooker and range hood, put the pot lid on, pulled off his apron, and quickly walked over to push me out. As he walked, he said casually, "We didn't do anything. Are you hungry? I'll take you out to eat, and we can go to the Xu family's place on the way."

I strained to peek over his arm, yelling, "A real man doesn't care if people eat what he's made. What does it matter if it looks good or bad? As long as the intention is there, that's what matters. Uh... by the way... what's on the plate? Eggplant?"

Zi Mo hurriedly closed the door behind him, his face tense, and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Wait patiently." With that, he dashed into the bedroom as if fleeing.

Such a good opportunity, of course I had to ridicule him to the fullest extent. I stayed in the living room and chuckled, "So even the all-powerful Young Master Han Fei has things he can't do!"

I thought I heard Zimo stumble inside the room, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The gloom in my heart instantly dissipated.

After finishing his meal, Zimo insisted on walking to digest his food, so it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the Xu family's house. I rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered, so I had no choice but to open the door and go inside.

Before I even entered the living room, I heard the phone ringing urgently. Without thinking, I rushed in and answered it, panting as I said "hello" several times, but all I heard on the other end was low, disordered breathing.

I gradually calmed down and also fell silent, then looked at Zimo, who had just entered the room, with a very subtle gaze. His lazy expression immediately became slightly serious.

"Lin-Ga-Lan." It was a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar to me. It was familiar because whenever I inhaled it, I would shudder uncontrollably with nausea.

I forced a cold smile, seeing my own eyes gleaming with a chilling light reflected in the glass window. But when my voice came out, it trembled with fear: "Shao... Junyi... You're Shao Junyi... What... What do you want?"

Shao Jun let out a triumphant, hoarse laugh that sounded like fingernails scraping against glass, extremely grating: "Is the Xu family now just you alone?"

"Yes...yes!" I said tremblingly, "Do you know the police are...are all after you? You can't escape!"

"Damn it, I'm wanted by the police because of you guys!" Shao Jun roared furiously, as if he were about to kick someone to the side. "I'll make you all pay the price!"

A very soft groan escaped Shao Junyi's angry roar. It was so faint, yet I caught it. I felt as if someone had slashed my artery with a knife, blood gushing out, and a rush of cold and pain washing over me.

I blurted out, "Xu Lie?! You arrested Xu Lie?!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Shao Junyi's hoarse laughter: "Looks like you're not so stupid after all! That's right, your dear husband is in my hands. Considering everything he did to me before, I'll definitely repay him properly..." I could almost see him grinning maliciously as he spoke, raising the wooden stick in his hand and smashing it down hard to the side...

"Wait!" I cried out in terror, trying to suppress my sobs. "Don't hit him! What do you want? I'll do anything you ask, just don't hurt him!"