Everyone screamed in terror; their hearts were pounding with fear!
Just as the baby was about to be born, Pei Junwu, who arrived shortly after, caught it in his arms.
The room was deathly silent; no one could utter a single word.
Pei Junwu's heart went blank with shock. Yi Chunjun actually wanted to kill her own child just because she died in childbirth?!
Suddenly, a sense of clarity dawned on him.
It's not that his love wasn't genuine enough, it's that his love wasn't deep enough!
Fate is fair to everyone.
If he loves her deeply enough, why would he care about responsibilities, marriage contracts, family precepts, or missions? He should only have eyes for her! If he also had the madness to kill his own child for the sake of loving her... how could he possibly lose her?
He was convinced of his defeat; he accepted it wholeheartedly.
But now... what's the point of winning or losing? His heart clenched; she was gone?
Strangely, the baby in his arms stopped crying and fell peacefully asleep. The wrinkled little face, still with its eyes closed, occasionally rubbed against his chest, as if seeking the warmth of his body.
This feeling... left him bewildered.
"Why is it so noisy?!" The "corpse" on the bed groaned a few times, weakly scolding the other person in a displeased manner.
Yi Chunjun froze, looking closely without daring to have too much hope. She... moved, frowned, and was still breathing!
She's alive! He's still alive... Her tired, starry eyes opened slightly, more beautiful and brighter than ever in his eyes! As long as those eyes can still look at him, he has no other desires in this life!
“Xiao Yuan…” He rushed over and hugged her, then suddenly burst into tears.
Exhausted from childbirth, she fell asleep, unaware of what had happened, only to be awakened by chaotic screams. He held her in his arms in terror; he wept, his body trembling. Could it be…? She let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Are our children...dead?"
"Hmm?" Yi Chunjun quickly wiped his eyes, his face tense as he tried to hide his disheveled state.
"Child...child..." Xiao Yuan cried out in a panic again.
“Here, she’s already asleep.” Pei Junwu quickly picked up the child and handed her the baby.
Xiao Yuan finally relaxed, then looked at Yi Chunjun with a puzzled expression. He had just…
“It’s a daughter.” She looked at him proudly.
"Hmph!" He was still somewhat embarrassed, glancing at the child with a pang of guilt; he had acted too impulsively. "He's really ugly," he said sullenly. Thankfully, thankfully... he was still a happy man.
"What's ugly about her?" Xia Lan, regaining her senses, walked over. "Can't you see? She's the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen. In the future... she'll definitely be an absolute beauty!"
"Whether she's beautiful or not has nothing to do with me. She'll get married sooner or later anyway." Yi Chunjun glanced at Pei Junwu beside him. Although his tone was sarcastic, he was grateful to him. Yes, grateful! If it hadn't been him just now... then now... he couldn't even imagine.
Xiao Yuan smiled, looked at Pei Junwu, and said leisurely, "That's true—"
Pei Junwu was puzzled by the couple's gaze and frowned slightly. "Are you two plotting something?"
"A conspiracy?" Yi Chunjun smiled. "It's not a conspiracy, it's fate."
Xiao Ji clutched her chest, the heartwarming scene finally bringing her back to her senses. Her shoulders slumped, her body weak; she had gone too far with that joke, and it had been far too dangerous!
She unwittingly met Lan Yanfeng's cold gaze.
"Was this your idea?" he asked coldly.
Everyone in the room looked over, their eyes filled with reproach, but Yi Chunjun's expression was particularly cold.
Xiao Ji nodded, still shaken. This time, she had nothing to say; she was wrong.
"Smack!"
Xiao Ji felt a burning sensation on her face as she received a slap from Lan Yanfeng.
You almost caused a disaster!
She knew he was only trying to teach her a lesson; otherwise, would she still be alive after that slap? But... her heart still ached terribly. That slap didn't feel like it hit her face; it felt like it hit her heart.
"Never mind." Yi Chunjun frowned. He hadn't expected his master to hit Xiao Ji in public. He glanced at his master's angry face... His master must care a lot about Xiao Ji, which was why he was being so harsh on her. But... could Xiao Ji understand his master's awkward way of expressing himself?
Chapter 83 of "The Smiling Flower": Love, Hate, and Enmity
Tuoba Hanyun was led to the Xia family home by a servant sent by Yi Chunjun, where she waited for him in the hall. Sigh, what kind of man had her little apprentice chosen…? Did Xiao Yuan even know?
The first person to enter the hall was none other than the eldest disciple.
Tuoba Hanyun stared blankly at him, and Zhu Liancheng also stopped to look at her. Neither of them spoke... More than ten years had passed! The scene of the four of them learning martial arts with their master on the mountain was something they didn't want to recall, but it became clear to them from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.
“Senior Brother Zhu…” Tuoba Hanyun smiled bitterly, “You haven’t changed.”
He hadn't changed at all; he was still so handsome and serene, even... he hadn't aged. The way he looked at her hadn't changed either—a hint of affection, a touch of reproach, but never fiery. This man would never have such intense gazes, not even when he looked at Li Juxin; he was like a jar of aged wine, not a flame.
"You haven't changed either," Zhu Liancheng said with a faint smile. "Did you come to see Xiaoyuan and the child?"
Tuoba Hanyun pursed her lips. "Not entirely. Take me to see them." She perked up, her lively eyes instantly reminding him of her younger self. Indeed, she hadn't changed.
As I walked toward the backyard, Lan Yanfeng came towards me.