Chapter 395 Pearl on the Palm

Because su mianyue was not familiar with the road, she was shocked by the scene when she found Junn Buhui.

Si Yihuan, who had a gentle memory but a stubborn bone, was lying in a pool of blood, while Junn Buhui, who had always been a neat freak, was holding a purple doll in his arms and did not remove the blood stains.

The umbilical cord should have just been delivered.

No, it was just a c-section.

The shocking wound on Si Yihuan's stomach was simply an interpretation of "Killing the chicken for the egg," although the term was not used properly.

There were two young women dressed up at Junn Buhui's feet, all with their eyes wide open, and even the hatred of death did not disappear. Between Si Yihuan and Junn Buhui, a middle-aged woman had Junn Buhui's usual folding fan on her back, and the sword in the woman's hand was obviously going to kill Si Yihuan.

"It was Yihuan's honor to see Miss Su again before he died. When Miss Su saved his father and Yihuan's life, Yihuan could not forget it. However, in this life, he could not repay Miss Su for saving his life, so he could only wait for the next life to return the favor." Si Yihuan breathed heavily as he spoke, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

"You don't owe me anything. I saved you because Yu wanted to save you." Su Mianyue's voice was soft, and he couldn't bear to look at the wound on Yihuan's body. He took off his robe and wrapped the baby in Junn Buhui's arms. He carried it to Si Yihuan and said: "Look at your daughter. She's very beautiful. When she grows up, she must be a lovely girl like her mother. She's afraid that someone who asks for a family will break the threshold."

Si Yihuan looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, looking at her wrinkled and skinny face. She wanted to hold her in her arms, but she had no strength to lift her hands.

Su Mianyue put the child in Si Yihuan's arms, put Si Yihuan's hand on the child's sleeping face, and said softly, "Look, this child is really cute. You haven't named the child yet. I heard that the child will grow up healthy if he has a grounded life."

"I just want her to grow up safe and sound. Let's call her an' an." Si Yihuan smiled, stroked the child's face and couldn't bear to move away. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes. He used all his strength to kiss his daughter on the forehead. This was the first and last kiss, carrying Si Yihuan's endless love and sorrow.

"Jun Mingzhu." Junn Buhui suddenly opened his mouth and saw Su Mianyue looking over to explain, "From now on, she is my lord's goddaughter who does not regret. She will always be the apple of my Junn Buhui's eye."

Hearing Junn Buhui's words, Si Yihuan smiled with relief, but opened his lips and said only two words, "Thank you."

Thank you for keeping your promise to me, for raising my daughter to adulthood, and for treating her as Mingzhu.

No matter how much he thanked Si Yihuan, he could not say it. He could only hold the child in his arms with the last strength of his life and leave the world with a tearful smile.

Not knowing whether he was hugged too tightly by Si Yihuan or hungry, or if the child was sensitive enough to know that his mother had gone forever, Jun Mingzhu suddenly opened her small mouth and cried loudly.

Su Mianyue quickly picked Jun Mingzhu up and gently shook her to coax her. She had never held a child before, but because of her nature and environment, she exuded a maternal aura, which was so easy.

"An' an, be good. Your mother's love for you will always be with you, and your foster father and many people will love you very much. You have to grow up healthy and happy, so that your mother can be at ease, you know?" Knowing that such a young child could not understand such words at all, su mianyue could not help but say such words to the little one, and her heart was also bitter.

Although he did not ask Si Yihuan what happened, he knew that the Zheng Family people were killed by Ji Xun's men in the palace. Su Mianyue could also guess that these women were probably the women of the Zheng Family who wanted to avenge their husband and children.

Su Mianyue raised his head to look at Junn Buhui. Even though his eyes were heavy with pain, Su Mianyue still wanted to blame him. If Junn Buhui had not forgotten Si Yihuan's existence, would she have died so miserably?

Of course, Si Yihuan's tragedy was not Junn Buhui's responsibility alone, but the two siblings were a few years old, and Junn Buhui was the one who should not forget Si Yihuan's situation.

"All you can do now is bury Yihuan and raise her daughter. No matter how sad you are, you won't be able to get her back. It's just that you won't let her go at ease." After all, they didn't say anything cruel. They all said that the baby had deep memories. Su Mianyue didn't want Jun Mingzhu to be born with hatred.

Turning back to look at Si Yihuan, this was the greatness of motherhood. Even though she knew that her life was on the line, she was full of love for her children. Si Yihuan may have had the thought of not wanting to keep the child, but at the last moment, he only hoped that the child would be safe.

"She will be the happiest woman in the world." In his heart, he silently promised that a girl who was loved and cared for by so many people was worth having the best in the world.

Su Mianyue made a promise to the deceased and carried Jun Mingzhu away without hesitation. She had just shown Si Yihuan half of the child's face, but the other half had a cut mark on it. Now it might be possible for a skilled doctor to see him and recover. And the child's heartbeat is weak and needs to be taken care of.

After Su Mianyue left with the baby in his arms, Junn Buhui stood there for a long time before moving his feet. He used his strength to dismember several women from the Zheng Family and then walked up to pick up Si Yihuan, "I know you don't want to leave in such a mess, and I don't want the news of your death to make your family sad. From this moment on, you are the only sister my lord has no regrets about. I will give you a peace, and I will never let you be tainted by all the filth in this world."

Carrying Si Yihuan, who was still dripping with blood, back to the palace, Junn Buhui ordered his subordinates to prepare for the funeral and to personally guard si Yihuan.

After carrying Jun Mingzhu back to the palace, Su Mianyue sent for a doctor and hired a nanny. After making sure that Jun Mingzhu's face would only leave a very shallow scar, Su Mianyue was relieved.

Because it was not a full term birth, Jun Mingzhu ate very little and liked to sleep more. The little baby became the key protection object of the monarchy.

After Si Yihuan's body was sewn up and cleaned, he was buried three days later. Junn Buhui had been in front of the spirit as a brother. Ji Xun also put down the government to pay his condolences after he heard of Si Yihuan's death, but under Junn Buhui's persuasion, he did not come on the day of the funeral.

Ji Xun couldn't come to the funeral if he wanted Si Yihuan to go to the ground quietly. Otherwise, so many people who were watching the emperor's movements would naturally find clues, and there would be people who would use this as an excuse. How could he let Si Yihuan go at ease?

Ji Xun had been busy with court affairs, and Su Mianyue was also looking for the whereabouts of the Purple Mist Mountain. The two of them did not have a chance to sit down and talk, or because both of them deliberately avoided it.

On the day Si Yihuan was buried, Su Mianyue received a letter containing only a blood-red jade ring, but su mianyue recognized it as a gift to yun zhihua.

"With master's skill, how many people in this world can beat her?" Su Mianyue carefully examined the envelope and found nothing unusual. The blood jade ring in his hand made Su Mianyue anxious.