CH 82.1

Translator – Xiao He Lian

Chapter 82.1

Regardless of whether Shi Ye’s words were sincere, Wen Chi didn’t want to listen to a single word.

His ears were full of buzzing noises,  a chaotic mess, making him irritable.

Wen Chi didn’t know how long it took for the buzzing sounds to disappear and be replaced by silence ……

Deathly silence.

Wen Chi heard his own numb voice: “Why?”

Shi Ye lowered his eyelids and looked at him quietly. Those beautiful phoenix eyes were calm and unable to capture any emotions. He just looked at Wen Chi for a long time before letting go of the hand that was blocking Wen Chi: “There is still a long road ahead, I am afraid there will be more danger, so Bengong cannot have a child yet.”

“…” Wen Chi hand holding the concoction trembled a little, his eyes filled with unconcealable surprise when he looked at Shi Ye, “What do you mean by that?”

Shi Ye said: “As you can see, there are many people who want to take Bengong’s life.”

Wen Chi couldn’t accept this reason for a while, even the words he said trembled violently: “But no one can hurt you, can they?”

Shi Ye shook his head lightly.

Wen Chi’s eyes were wide open, his chest was heaving, even though he tried so hard to calm himself down, he tried many times but he still failed – he couldn’t force himself to calm down at all.

Nor could he pretend to be calm.

Even if he is a salted fish and an idiot, it is impossible for him to completely ignore this matter.

He stared at Shi Ye’s face for a long moment, then suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth into a self-deprecating smile: “It’s just a bowl of medicine, so whatever Your Highness says is what it is.”

After saying this, Wen Chi prepared to drink the concoction.

However, Shi Ye raised his hand again to stop him.

Wen Chi held his breath, raised his eyes to look at Shi Ye with red eyes.

Shi Ye was stunned by his gaze, hesitated for a moment and then said, “Bengong took measures last night, and didn’t stay inside. It’s just that the concoction will hurt your body.”

Although he said so, it was his first time doing this kind of thing after all, he was not familiar with all the procedures and he had to figure out everything by himself. In order to avoid mistakes, he personally brought this bowl of contraception.

But at this moment, he met Wen Chi’s gaze…

Undeniably, he regretted it a bit.

Maybe he should have followed heaven’s will.

In the past, he never thought of having a child, until not long ago when Wen Chi lied to him that he was pregnant, he called Hua Zi Zang to expose Wen Chi’s lie. Even though he knew that Wen Chi had lied, he could not deny that a glimmer of hope had arisen in his heart.

He hoped that Wen Chi hadn’t lied.

He wanted Hua Zi Zang to say that Wen Chi was indeed pregnant.

However, he hid these small thoughts very well and did not give them a chance to take root.

Because he understood— he was not someone who should have been born to this world, he should not have grown up, he should not have returned to the palace, let alone have offspring of his own and perhaps his children were destined to follow in his footsteps ……

If it weren’t for Wen Chi’s appearance, he would have lived all these years alone and died at the hands of that person.

It was also because of Wen Chi’s existence that he got the desire to live and he got the urge to ​​ fight that person.

If heaven wants him to have a child, even if the child is born with defects, he will gladly accept it.

Shi Ye’s thoughts were spinning a thousand times and there were two forces competing with each other.

In the end, emotion prevailed over reason.

Shi Ye took a deep breath and was about to say something but Wen Chi slapped away his hand, then tilted his head and poured the entire bowl of contraceptives into his mouth.

Wen Chi turned the small bowl down and said: “It’s empty.”

Shi Ye didn’t speak, his blank eyes stayed on the brown liquid on the corner of Wen Chi’s mouth, he couldn’t help raising his hand, thinking of wiping away the stain.

Unexpectedly, Wen Chi sensed his intention and quickly backed away. Wen Chi roughly wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and put the small white porcelain bowl on the table with a bang.

“I want to rest.” Wen Chi turned his head away, avoiding Shi Ye’s sight, the meaning of rejection was obvious, “You should go now.”

Shi Ye said: “I…”

Wen Chi interrupted him: “Leave.”

Shi Ye picked up the small bowl that had been drunk cleanly. He looked at the small bowl in a daze and it took him a long time to find his voice: “I’m sorry.”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wen Chi just stood there, watching numbly as Shi Ye walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

There was a light click.

Like a rope pulling Wen Chi’s thoughts back, the tears that had been swirling in his eyes could no longer contain them, rolling out one after another.

He thought that Shi Ye wanted a child, thought that Shi Ye liked children, thought that Shi Ye’s eagerness to call for Hua Zi Zang and the “Heaven rewards hard work” written by Shi Ye all represented his expectation for the arrival of a child.

But looking back now, he realizes—maybe Shi Ye is not looking forward to the child’s arrival but fearing the child’s arrival.

The so-called “Heaven rewards hard work” is just a joke.

Wen Chi slowly sat down on the chair, as if he couldn’t even feel the pain in his buttocks. He glanced at the place where he had put the small bowl, where a few drops of soup had splashed on it, turning it into dark water marks.

He looked at the water marks.

He watched it for a long time.

Then he raised his hand to wipe the tears off his face.

“Forget it.” Wen Chi said to himself, “There’s no need.”

With his current situation, maybe the child will suffer with him even if he was born.

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