It shouldn’t be like this.
Thinking of her body, hard-pressed for offspring across two lifetis of marriage, Xie Wanqing still couldn’t believe she was pregnant.
She assud it was rely the result of her arduous travels, exposed to the elents.
Yet it seed heaven loved playing tricks on her.
The doctor invited by Granny Ma withdrew his hand after feeling her pulse, stroking his beard with a smile, "Congratulations, madam, you are over two months pregnant."
Xie Wanqing’s mind seed to be struck heavily, buzzing incessantly.
Only the phrase "you are over two months pregnant" echoed in her ears.
She dazedly extended her hand to touch her abdon.
Pregnant?
Such a rare word, one she had longed to hear across two lifetis.
Whether it was in her past life when she first married Lu Ziyuan, or now with Pei Yuqing.
She had hoped to bear children for them both, only to be repeatedly disappointed.
And now, having abandoned everything, leaving with a hidden identity, prepared to be alone forever.
She was pregnant.
This was Lu Ziyuan’s child.
They hadn’t even married, there was only the Emperor’s edict bestowing their marriage.
But it didn’t matter, the eldest daughter of the Marquis Xuanping Mansion was already dead anyway.
This child would be hers alone.
She wouldn’t be alone.
Xie Wanqing’s eyelids trembled fiercely as she anxiously looked at the white-haired old doctor, "I’ve been enduring the wind and elents, not avoiding raw or cold foods recently, will it affect the fetus?"
"Your physical foundation is well-founded, the fetus is stable, with careful nurturing, there shouldn’t be any major issues," the old doctor said, seeing her deep concern, and added, "if you are still worried, you can take so fetus-preserving dicine."
"Alright." Xie Wanqing hurriedly instructed the maid to fetch paper and pen.
The doctor quickly wrote a prescription, and Granny Ma imdiately went to the pharmacy to get the dicine.
After everyone left, Xie Wanqing still felt a bit disoriented, as if floating above the ground.
Suddenly, her nose began to tingle.
Despite two months of hardship away from ho without shedding a tear, she now started to cry.
The maid by her side hurriedly comforted her, "Madam mustn’t cry. It’s said that pregnant won who cry too much will have children who are more prone to crying and fussiness."
Xie Wanqing pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, saying, "This is the posthumous child left by my late husband, I got a bit too emotional."
As a result, even the surrounding neighbors, including the Li Family, knew that the new young widow was expecting her late husband’s posthumous child.
So well-aning people, intending to introduce a second husband to Xie Wanqing, montarily put their plans on hold.
Upon hearing the news, Chen Xixi hurried over, her lips quivering, "... The God of Killing’s?"
Xie Wanqing softly replied, "Mm."
Chen Xixi’s legs gave way imdiately, collapsing to the ground.
Her fear of Lu Ziyuan was deeply ingrained in her bones; Xie Wanqing was an adult and could remain discreet after deciding to leave, but the child was different.
No one could grasp the child’s fate. If it were a girl, it would be fine, but if a boy...
A tiger will not father a dog; the seed of the God of Killing could not remain idle.
Perhaps sooner or later, it would go to the Capital City, where the children of the distinguished gather.
If that God of Killing were to discover his own existence...
Chen Xixi’s face turned pale, looking at Xie Wanqing’s abdon as if witnessing a thunderbolt about to strike.
With a loud crash, it could wipe out all living beings within a hundred miles.
It was the kind of death that left no life.
Xie Wanqing didn’t expect such a strong reaction from her and said amusedly, "Is Lu Ziyuan really that terrifying?"
"..." Chen Xixi snapped back to reality.
Indeed, with her cousin around, even if the God of Killing found out his wife and child were still alive, what could he do?
He would be grateful to the heavens, wouldn’t he? Why would he retaliate?
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