Yan Ximing also turned her head and asked: "Meng'er, what's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"
The xipa on Yan Zhimeng's head fell off, revealing a pale face, with a distorted complexion, sloppy footsteps, obviously ill. Yan Duanhun leaned forward, his face moved. Mrs. Yan got down from her seat and stepped forward, supported her and asked with concern: "Meng'er, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? If you are sick..."
It is really a bad omen for a big marriage to be in trouble. Yan Duanhun took a few glances at Yan Zhimeng's pale face, stood up and said, "Ming'er, take Menger to the side room first, and let the hag make a diagnosis and treatment. Be safe, everyone."
After Yan Zhimeng was helped out, the worried Mrs. Yan also hurriedly followed. Yan Duanhun frowned, raised his hand, and said with a chuckle: "Taking this opportunity, everyone might as well talk about the strange things we have seen during this period of time, how about having fun together?"
The suzerain spoke, and the atmosphere that had become a little dull immediately became active again. In the side room, Yan Zhimeng sat quietly on the chair, Yan Zhimeng and Mrs. Yan asked here and there, but she just shook her head, because even she herself didn't know why her body had such a violent reaction just now.
Soon, a short, skinny old woman who was so old that her age could not be seen came in with a cane. She is very hunchbacked, with wrinkles all over her face, like old bark, and her two cloudy eyes have been squeezed by wrinkles to the point where they are almost invisible, leaving only two narrow gaps, plus she is dressed in black. The downfall is even more like that ugly ghost. Seeing her coming in, Yan Ximing immediately stepped aside and said: "Ghost, Meng'er suddenly fell ill before the big wedding, please help me get a diagnosis and treatment."
"The young master is getting married, how dare this old man delay it." The voice of the ghost woman was like the sound of two pieces of bark rubbing against each other, it was extremely unpleasant, her gaze swept across Yan Zhimeng's face, she felt suspicious, and walked forward, Stretching out a withered finger to press her wrist, Xu understood it in a moment, he laughed and said: "The young master is wrong, the young master's wife is not sick, but happy, hehehe, congratulations young master, Congratulations, mistress."
Hearing this, Yan Zhimeng's whole body froze, her already pale face became even paler in an instant, one hand was subconsciously placed on her lower abdomen, and gently protected there. Ping'er behind her widened her eyes even more, and her eyes were not surprised, but frightened.
The hag's laughter sounded extraordinarily eerie, but it made Mrs. Yan feel like hearing the sound of heaven. She said happily: "It turns out... that's great, it's great. Meng'er, Ming'er and I have been talking about it because of you as the charm voice." It is inconvenient to force you to get married earlier because of the last blood of the family. I didn't expect you to... We are really worrying for nothing. Ming'er, when did you... "
The smile on Mrs. Yan's face slowly disappeared, because Yan Ximing's whole body was trembling slightly, her eyes were gloomy, and her livid face was even more unsightly, as if swallowing countless live flies at once, her heart was twitching violently. The ground clicked.
The ghost woman has passed a hundred years, and the old one became a ghost and became a spirit, and immediately realized that the atmosphere was not right, and said with a dry laugh: "The old man will prepare some anti-fetal medicine first." After speaking, she left step by step with a cane.
Yan Ximing clenched his fists tightly, staring at Yan Zhimeng, his eyes almost burst into flames, he gritted his teeth and asked: "Whose... that person... who is it!!"
In order to respect her and completely capture her heart, he has not violated her in the slightest in the past five years, not even touching the corner of her clothes, only for the dignity of her Meiyin royal family. He never thought that Yan Zhimeng had a child with someone else without his knowledge. No man can bear this kind of humiliation, especially Yan Ximing, who is proud and arrogant. With his mother by his side, he had already gone mad.
He suddenly realized that his persistence in the past five years turned out to be so ridiculous, so ridiculous that he wanted to look up to the sky and laugh out loud.
"Meng'er! What's going on? Could it be that you... Could it be that you..."
"Mother-in-law... I'm sorry..." Yan Zhimeng bit her lip and said with difficulty. Just when she was ready to forget Ye Wuchen, forget everything, and only live for the hatred in her heart, God unexpectedly gave her a small life so untimely, and the deep-buried love in her heart was also here Suddenly woke up again. At this moment, her mood was so complicated that she couldn't explain it herself, the slight surprise, the slight hesitation, and the deep fear... In this situation, she knew what the appearance of this little life meant.
After receiving Yan Zhimeng's answer, Mrs. Yan's last illusion was shattered, and the joy in her heart turned into grief and anger in an instant. She pointed at Yan Zhimeng, panting and shouting: "You... how could you do such a thing? , you..." Her chest rose and fell violently, and she couldn't say another word in the excitement.
"Who is that person, who is that person!!" Yan Ximing's face was distorted and terrifying, like a raging beast, roaring angrily, and immediately, a shadow of a person appeared in his mind, he was low-spirited The voice said: "Is it... Ye Wuchen!"
In the midst of humiliation and rage, his mind began to recall all kinds of abnormalities after Yan Zhimeng's return. Her contact with others could only be the few days when she was close to Ye Wuchen, but immediately, he vetoed it by himself. Self: "No, it can't be him... Otherwise, if he dies, you should die too! Tell me, who is that person, tell me!!"
It was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much, and that endless hatred crazily burned his little reason left. She even began to think about how to cut that person into pieces with the cruelest method in the world, "Don't ask me." Yan Zhimeng shook her head in pain, her thoughts were confused, completely confused.
"Say it quickly, don't tell me I'll kill you!!" Yan Ximing took two steps forward, grabbing her neck fiercely with one hand, Ping'er hurriedly stood in front of Yan Zhimeng, and shouted in panic: "Sir Lord, don't…”
Madam Yan grabbed Yan Ximing's arm, pulled him back, then pointed at the door, and said coldly: "Get out, get out immediately!"
It was the first time that Ping'er saw the always kind and amiable mistress lose her temper, she was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, she didn't dare to stay, she quickly helped Yan Zhimeng and walked out. Not long after they walked, Yan Duanhun walked in and asked, "What's going on?"
"Father..." Yan Ximing called out bluntly, and Mrs. Yan also had a sullen face and said nothing. Yan Duanhun frowned fiercely, stepped forward and shouted: "What's going on? Where's Meng'er?"
"Meng'er, she..." Mrs. Yan paused for a long time before she let out a long sigh: "Is she pregnant?"
After Yan Duanhun was stunned for a short time, his face darkened abruptly, he snorted coldly, slammed his fist hard on the stone table beside him, and shouted in a low voice: "It's unreasonable!"
The hard stone table didn't fall apart under his blow, but collapsed suddenly after a short period of calm, turning into a pile of fine powder. Its difficulty is so great that I don't know how many times it is more than a punch to crush a rock.
"Father, what should I do?" Yan Ximing gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart. Five years of hard work had brought him such a result, this kind of humiliation was more intolerable to him than being cuckolded.
"How do you want to deal with her?" Yan Duanhun asked back.
"..." Yan Ximing had a gloomy face, but couldn't think of an answer for a while.
"who's that person?"
"I don't know." Asking this question, Yan Ximing's hatred doubled in her heart.
"I'll give you two suggestions." Yan Duanhun turned around and said, "The first one... marry her!"
"But father..."
Yan Duanhun glared at him, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! Who in the Northern Emperor Sect doesn't know about your marriage to her now, if it is known that she was pregnant with someone else's seed when she married you? , you... the majestic young master of the Northern Emperor Sect has become a joke, a laughing stock! How can anyone inherit the position of suzerain in the future? In addition, the daughter of Meiyin will only break through the bottleneck after she is broken. She is of great use to us. How old is it, don’t you understand! So, if you can stay, stay as much as possible. As the young suzerain, how can you not even have such a little tolerance. And I asked you to marry her, but I just married her , you can still have three wives and four concubines in the future, and you can treat her coldly, humiliate her, beat her... insulting my Yan family, how can you just let it go!"
"What about the second one?" Yan Ximing asked.
"The second one..." Yan Duanhun's face darkened: "If you really can't accept it, then kill her."
"No!" Madam Yan hurriedly stopped her: "After all, she is our adopted daughter. Although she made such a big mistake, it will not be..."
"Hmph! Adopted daughter? She even committed this kind of thing, why did she ever put us in the eyes. Everything is up to Ming'er to decide!" Yan Duanhun turned around coldly, and left in anger. Soon, a person came to the lobby and shouted: "Miss Zhimeng suddenly became seriously ill, the wedding has been postponed, and the date has not been set yet."
"Miss, what should we do, what should we do!" Ping'er anxiously walked around Yan Zhimeng, like ants on a hot pot, looking much more eager than Yan Zhimeng.
Yan Zhimeng sat on the bed with dull eyes, and shook her head when she heard this: "I don't know..."
Ping'er stomped fiercely, suddenly thought of something, sat beside her and said: "Miss, is this child really... is that Ye Wuchen's? But he is already dead. Not to say, if the daughter of Meiyin If you give your body to any man, will you die with him?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." Yan Zhimeng covered her head with her hands, shaking in agitation, her mind in a mess.
Ping'er could understand her mood at this time, and said anxiously: "But miss, have you ever thought that since they already know about this, they will definitely not let you... and your child go. At that time, what should we do, what should we do?"
"... !!" Yan Zhimeng stretched out her hand to cover her stomach, and said in a hurry: "No... I can't, I can't let them hurt my child, I can't..."
Her panic at this moment comes from the most selfless and greatest natural motherhood of a woman. She suddenly understood why the surprise she felt before... It was not the joy of suddenly becoming a mother, but the short time she spent with Ye Wuchen , Gradually fell in love, and finally the crystallization of passionate collision, he said, she was his first woman, so this child is the only blood he left... How could she allow their child to be hurt.
"But miss, don't you understand? Even if the young master and the others spare you, they will definitely not be able to spare this child." Ping'er said even more anxiously. This is a simple fact.
"Then what should I do!" Yan Zhimeng asked in pain while holding her shoulders while shaking.
Ping'er bit her lower lip and said in a low voice: "Miss, the only way for you is to escape from here, to a place where they can't find them, otherwise... there is no other way, and they will definitely not let you go of the child in the womb."