"No, the young master is fine." Wei Jun said.
My dear, it’s a boy!
My son! Xie Nanjia's throat was choked with pain, and she clasped her hands together to thank God: "Thank God, at least the Crown Prince's wife has left a descendant, so her sins were not in vain."
"It's very good now, but I can't say what it will be like in the future." Wei Jun shook his head and sighed.
"Why?" Xie Nanjia was shocked, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall, "Is the young master sick?"
She thought she had disguised herself very well, but in Wei Jun's eyes, she looked extremely weird.
"Have you met the Crown Prince's wife?" Wei Jun asked doubtfully.
Xie Nanjia suddenly came back to his senses, wiped the wet corners of his eyes, and shook his head, "I haven't seen it, but I just feel that the prince's wife is so pitiful, and the little boy who lost his mother when he was born is also so pitiful."
Wei Jun pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "There are too many pitiful people in this world. Go to bed early!"
"Okay, thank you Brother Wei." Xie Nanjia said.
"You're welcome." Wei Jun said, "You saved my life before!"
Hmm? Xie Nanjia was slightly stunned. Xiu'er's mother didn't mention this matter, and she didn't know about it. In order to avoid letting it slip, she said something vaguely and sent Wei Jun out.
After Wei Jun left, she bolted the door and slid down to sit on the floor, leaning against the door.
It has been four days, four whole days, and no one knew the pain and torment in her heart. Now that she finally got news about her child, no matter how strong her willpower was, she could no longer control her emotions.
But why did Wei Jun say that the young master was doing well now, but it was hard to say what he would be like in the future
What does he mean by this
Is the child born with a disease, or is someone trying to harm him
Who is taking care of the child now
Are Green Willow Painting House and the wet nurse still there
Have the parents ever visited the child
All kinds of questions entangled her like a tangled mess, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Oh my God!" She prostrated herself on the ground and prayed to God. "Oh my God, please have mercy on my son and keep him safe. Please protect my girl from being implicated by my death. Please protect my enemy from dying too soon. I will tear her into pieces with my own hands to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Outside the window, the night is dark, with no stars or moon. All the love, hate, sorrow and joy in the world are covered in the endless darkness...
At three o'clock in the morning, a carrier pigeon flew out from Hu Sanmu's house and disappeared into the night sky in an instant.
Not long after, Wei Jun came to Zhao Jingyu's bedroom and presented her with a small bamboo tube.
Zhao Jingyu had her black hair loose and her clothes open as she leaned against the bedside reading a book. Her jade-like face looked even more enchanting and charming under the light.
"What is this?" He put down the book, stretched out two slender fingers, picked up the small bamboo tube from Wei Jun's palm, and without waiting for Wei Jun to answer, he said, "Did that idiot send a message to his master?"
"Yes." Wei Jun replied.
"Hmph!" Zhao Jingyu sneered, pulled out the letter from the bamboo tube, read it quickly, and threw the bamboo tube and the letter back to Wei Jun, "Send it away, so that Madam Qin can see what ridiculous things I, a useless bastard, have done during the funeral of her eldest sister-in-law, so that she can focus on the funeral."
"Yes." Wei Jun took the order and left.
Zhao Jingyu suddenly asked again: "When will the Crown Prince's wife be buried?"
Wei Jun paused: "The day after tomorrow."
"So fast?" Zhao Jingyu frowned.
Wei Jun said: "The Marquis' wife originally wanted to stay for a while longer, but the General's Mansion refused, saying that the Marquis' Mansion was the sad place of the Crown Prince's wife, and they didn't want her to suffer there after her death."
"Oh." Zhao Jingyu looked at him, and seemed to be looking through him to somewhere else. After a while, he leaned back on the bed and waved lazily: "Go!"
Wei Jun bowed and left.
Zhao Jingyu picked up the book again, glanced at it for a few seconds, then felt bored again, so he threw the book aside and blew out the light.
The next morning, while Zhao Jingyu was still asleep, Xie Nanjia went to the kitchen with her red and swollen eyes covered and asked the cook to cook an egg for her to reduce the swelling.
Seeing that she was favored by the second young master, the cook naturally wanted to curry favor with him. Not only did she cook two eggs for her, she also told her to use overnight tea to apply cold compresses to reduce swelling quickly.
Xie Nanjia thought that Zhao Jingyu might have some leftover tea, so she took the eggs and went to the upper room.
Just as he walked to the table where the teapot was placed, the bedroom door opened and Zhao Jingyu walked out in disheveled clothes.
"Oh, you've changed from playing hard to get to asking about my well-being?" Zhao Jingyu looked at the egg in her hand with a half-smile, "You even found out that I like boiled eggs. It seems that you love me deeply!"
He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he was not the one who got angry and hurt people last night.
Xie Nanjia ignored his teasing, lowered her head to avoid his exposed chest, and said, "Greetings to the Second Young Master."
"No need to greet me, just peel the eggs for me. I'm hungry." Zhao Jingyu said.
"..." Xie Nanjia had no choice but to peel one and hand it to him reluctantly.
Zhao Jingyu refused: "I haven't washed my hands yet, feed me."
"..." Xie Nanjia had never fed anyone in her life, but now she had to swallow her anger and feed the egg into his mouth.
But the shameless guy didn't finish it in one bite. He took small bites and chewed it slowly to savor it.
Xie Nanjia resisted the urge to slap him and consoled herself in her heart, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. An elder sister-in-law is like a mother. Just think of it as feeding your son."
Wei Jun came back from morning exercise and calculated the time for the Second Young Master to get up and came to serve him. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the feeding scene.
The little girl Xiu'er raised her arm reluctantly and handed the egg to the Second Young Master's mouth. The Second Young Master looked very happy and even bent slightly to accommodate Xiu'er's height.
The sunlight shone through the window lattice, and the figures of the two people were shrouded in a soft halo, one was pretty, the other handsome, like a pair of immortal lovers.
The only flaw is that the male immortal is too unrestrained and doesn't even tie his belt.
Wei Jun quietly retreated to the door.
Zhao Jingyu ate both of Xie Nanjia's eggs in one go. After finishing, he licked his lips contentedly and said, "I feel a little choked. Pour me a glass of water, young master."
Xie Nanjia wanted to save the remaining tea for his eyes, so he took the copper kettle on the stove and poured him a glass of boiled water.
Zhao Jingyu took a sip from her hand, then spat out the water because it was too hot: "It's too hot, blow it away."
Xie Nanjia had no choice but to blow into the water cup.
Zhao Jingyu said: "Who asked you to blow the water? I asked you to help me blow the mouthpiece."
(End of this chapter)