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Seeing Qian Shan suddenly rushing out, the people outside were all startled, and Wen Yi quickly went to chase after him.

Lord Sikong thought that something had happened to his and rushed in hurriedly. However, the lady had already woken up and was struggling to sit up, but because he had used too much force to pull on the wound, it was so painful that she took a deep breath and powerlessly lied down again.

He shouted, "Don't move!" He quickly stepped forward and pressed her down. "Don't move. Carefully look at the wound!"

Madam Ye tugged on his sleeve, a trace of anxiousness on her face. "Just now …" Who was that girl? Master, I heard her calling me mother. Who is she? Who is she? "Is it …" Her eyes were anxious as she looked around, "Where did she go? Quick, find her and bring her back! "

A faint smile appeared on Lord Sikong's lips as he said softly: "Yes Madam, she is Ming Zhu, our daughter!"

The Madam screamed in shock and started crying. Her tears flowed from the corners of her eyes to the pillow, as if she could not stop it. No matter how Lord Sikong wiped it, she could not wipe it all away.

Wen Yi had "grabbed" Qian Shan, but she didn't dare to go in front of the door. No matter how Wen Yi tried to push her, she just wouldn't go in.

Wen Yi said helplessly: "She's awake, don't you want to talk to her?"

Qian Shan shook his head. "I won't go in, I won't go in!"

However, when she heard a weak and gentle shout coming from inside, her face twitched and her feet couldn't help but step into the room.

She stood in a daze, afraid to look at the woman on the bed. Lord Sikong left the room, leaving the two of them with space.

Madam Sikong's eyes were already filled with tears. She tried her best to look at Qian Shan, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see her daughter clearly. It was as if she had dreamt of hugging her daughter countless times in her dreams.

When Qian Shan saw how sad she was crying, his heart was filled with panic. He also felt sorry for her as she sat in front of the bed and tried to wipe her tears away, but the Madam held her hand and held it against her face. The tears were like beads with broken strings, breaking her heart!

"Daughter, my daughter of suffering … Mother has missed you for eighteen years. Where have you been during these eighteen years? " She cried as she cried. Her tears were in a mess as her hands grabbed onto Qian Shan's sleeves and she began to grope around. She ignored the wounds all over her body and asked with a mournful look on her face, "Mother, are you dreaming? If it was really just a dream, I would rather die in my dreams than wake up! "

Qian Shan didn't know why, but his tears started to fall. She wanted to wipe them away with her hands, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. "I don't know if it's a dream, I also think it's a dream. I've never had a mother, I've never had a mother, I've never had a mother ever since I was young, the bear always laughed at me for not having a mother, the big bear always laughed at me for not having a mother, the big bear always laughed at me for not having one of his front teeth knocked off, his mother stroked my head and said, 'Don't blame me, give me back the candy, I threw away the candy. I don't care about my mother, I don't care about the sugar, I don't care about her, I know about her, I know about her, I know about her, I know about her."

Madam Sima's heart skipped a beat. She tried to reach out and touch her face, but she couldn't reach it, so she struggled to get up and shouted, "My poor daughter, it won't happen again, mother will always be with you, always with you, never leaving you for the rest of your life. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't cry …"

Outside the door, a few of the iron men's eyes were red. Qian Shan had just said that he didn't care and didn't care, but now, hearing what she had said, she actually had such a sensitive feeling of inferiority.

Lord Sikong raised his head and let out a long sigh. His heart was aching, but at the same time, he was also rejoicing. He had this dream for a long time, but even after waking up from it, his daughter was nowhere to be found.

Wen Yi's heart was crying and dripping blood. She could not imagine what grief her parents would feel when they found out about her death. At this moment, she was a bit jealous of Qian Shan. At the very least, she could still find her parents and celebrate with them. She would never have another chance in her life!

After Wen Yi returned to her hut, Lord Sikong sent someone to deliver a gift of thanks and a letter. Wen Yi opened the letter and saw that it only contained a few sentences, which meant that he had let Wen Yi down and would not mention the matter of her leaving the palace later on.

She put down the letter. Although she felt happy in her heart, it was mostly due to helplessness. Happiness was so hard for her, so bitter.

Qian Shan returned the next day. She was as happy as a little bird as she kept saying, "This hairpin was given to me by grandma. Master, do you think it looks good?"

Big Brother gave me a short sword, which is very sharp. It was forged from the same iron cauldron as Prince Zhenguo's black iron dagger.

"Mother ordered someone to make me a Five Colored Lantern Festival. It's so sweet!"

"…"

Seeing how Qian Shan was talking about the Sikong Residence as if he was talking about his own family, the sweet smile on her face wiped away the cold expression on her face. Wen Yi was happy for her, and said with a smile: "Forget it, if you say anymore, I'll snatch them all!"

Qian Shan was very generous, he placed all the things on the table and pushed them towards Wen Yi, "All of these are for you, I can share all my things with Master!" Her smile was very warm, her eyebrows were jumping with excitement, and she passed this excitement to Wen Yi.

Wen Yi looked up at her. She was genuinely happy for Qian Shan, but this happiness was accompanied by complicated emotions. At this moment, she missed her family more than ever. However, what made her even more desperate was that she would never have the chance to be like Qian Shan and be happy for the rest of her life!

She selfishly thought that she should fight for her happiness. She had already lost her parents, and could not lose Song Yunqian again, if not she would not know how to spend the rest of her life.

The empress dowager gave the order to cripple the Noble Consort and to live as a folk genius doctor in the Zevi Palace. At the same time, the emperor had also ordered for to enter the palace on the same day. Although she had been conferred the title of Noble Consort, it was because of her identity as the master of the Flying Dragon Sect, and hence she could not be casually pointed out to males.

Wen Yi, who had recovered her freedom, naturally knew how the outside world evaluated her. Even though Song Yunqian had helped her to clarify the matter, the fact that she was once the Noble Consort could no longer be changed. It was hard to avoid criticism from the people, but she was deep in the palace and could no longer hear anything.

Time passed quickly, and summer passed by amidst the chaos of national affairs and family matters!

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather gradually turned cold. The emperor had wanted to confer the title of empress on Wen Yi, but the empress dowager had advised him not to do so. Song Yunqian also felt that the days ahead were still long, and he was not in a hurry either. He did not want Wen Yi to suffer any grievances.

Lv Ning was still the leader of the Zevi Palace's guards. The grudge between him and Qian Shan had vanished. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't get to know each other. They were now very close friends that they could get along very well with. Qian Shan pitied Lv Ning who had lost his mother when he was young, so whenever she drank wine in the palace, she would hold Lv Ning's shoulders and say to him, "My mother is your mother, we are good brothers!"

Lv Ning wasn't so naive when he saw her eyes, but he was secretly happy when he heard her words. Although he knew that Qian Shan didn't mean what he said, he was willing to lie to himself.

He did not know when he had fallen in love with Qian Shan!

Imperial Concubine Rou's body became better. At first, she did not dare come to Wen Yi's palace, but after Wen Yi had examined her pulse a few times, the topic of conversation gradually grew more and more. She also started to run towards Wen Yi's palace, and she was even more diligent than Ke Er!

Because Wen Yi had once saved his grandson and wife, and even helped him find his daughter, the Lord Sikong's previous disgust turned into gratitude. Madam Sikong often took the opportunity to pay respects to the empress dowager after entering the palace to meet her daughter.

Her days were as tranquil as water, but to Wen Yi, it was the most beautiful day since she came to the ancient times. Because, she could be with Song Yunqian at any time, sound and sound at any time!

Even though she did not have the status of late wife, Song Yunqian stayed in Zevi Palace nearly every night. The current Wen Yi, although in terms of status, was not his wife, in his heart, she had already done so a long time ago. Furthermore, not to mention, three years ago, Wen Yi had already been his wangfei.

Ke Er also frequently went to Wen Yi's palace, she never talked about her own marriage, and never said that she did not have anyone she liked. Every time Song Yunqian spoke, she would just talk about him. Song Yunqian was too lazy to explain in the end.

On such beautiful days, people would eventually let down their guard. Wen Yi gradually became intoxicated with this happiness. Every day, besides reading a medical book and studying medicine, he would also study different types of food. Although Imperial Concubine Rou's body was much better, she had always been weak. She hoped to be able to recuperate her body through her diet.

Now that Song Yungang had been conferred the title of Prince Zhenguo, he had to take responsibility for Song Yunqian's affairs every day. Since he was extremely busy, the King's Consort, Ye Er, brought him safely into the palace to see Wen Yi and the Consort Dowager Rong. The harem had never tried to be so harmonious and harmonious. Her Majesty looked at An Ran's lively little body and kept talking about when she would be able to hold her own grandson. After he finished speaking, he would always look at Wen Yi's stomach with anticipation. Although Wen Yi had not yet officially become famous, the people of the Palace regarded her as a queen, just missing a name. Therefore, it was not only the Empress Dowager who was looking forward to see her getting pregnant, the various imperial concubines all hoped that the palace would add another happy occasion to their celebration.

Only, Wen Yi's stomach did not react for a long time. Wen Yi was originally not in a hurry, but due to being targeted by the crowd's gaze of anticipation, she herself also started to have a battle in her heart. Speaking of which, she was right. In these few months, she was with Song Yunqian every single night, and almost every single night, they would also perform the ceremony of going through the week together. It was just that there wasn't any response from her stomach.

Today, Song Yunqian got up and went to the court, but Wen Yi sat in front of her makeup table gloomily. She looked back at Song Yunqian and teased: "Tell me, are you not able to do it, or am I not able to? Why haven't you gotten pregnant after so many months? "

Song Yunqian laughed, "How anxious are you to be a mother? If I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for? Besides, don't you know if I have any problems? " Saying that, he smiled at Wen Yi mischievously.

Wen Yi said: "I'm saying that you can't do it don't mean that you have the ability. In fact, to be able to have an erection and act smoothly doesn't mean that you have the ability to give birth!"

Song Yunqian rolled his eyes, "Forget it, the more we talk about him the more outrageous it is. Take it slowly, don't worry, children are meant to be fated to be together. He consoled her with a few words, then hurriedly kissed her on the cheek and left.