Yan Ximing also turned around and asked: "Meng 'er, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well anywhere? "
The wedding veil on Yan Zhimeng's head fell down, revealing her pale face. Her expression wasn't right, and her steps were unsteady. She was obviously sick. Yan Duanhun leaned forward, his expression changing. Madam Yan got down from her seat and supported her, asking with concern: "Meng 'er, what's wrong? Are you sick? If you're sick … "
It was an inauspicious omen for the wedding to be ruined. Yan Duanhun glanced at Yan Zhimeng's pale face a few times, then stood up and said: "Ming 'er, bring Meng' er to the side room and let Ghost Granny treat her. Everyone please rest. "
After Yan Zhimeng was supported out, the worried Madam Yan also hurriedly followed. Yan Duanhun frowned, raised his hand, and chuckled: "Why don't we take this opportunity to talk about the strange things we've seen recently, and have some fun together?"
With the sect master's words, the originally heavy atmosphere immediately became lively again. In the side room, Yan Zhimeng quietly sat on a chair. Yan Zhimeng and Madam Yan asked all sorts of questions, but she only shook her head. Because even she didn't know why her body had such a strong reaction just now.
Soon, an old woman so old that it was hard to tell her age, short and skinny, walked in with a cane. Her back was very hunched, and her face was full of wrinkles like the bark of an aged tree. Her two turbid eyes were squeezed by the wrinkles to the point that they were almost invisible, leaving only two narrow slits. Coupled with her black clothes, she looked even more like an ugly ghost at first glance. Seeing her come in, Yan Ximing immediately moved aside and said: "Ghost Granny, Meng 'er suddenly fell ill on the wedding day, quickly help treat her."
"Young Master's wedding, how could this old one dare to delay it." Ghost Granny's voice was like the sound of two pieces of bark rubbing against each other, extremely unpleasant to hear. Her gaze swept across Yan Zhimeng's face, and suspicions grew in her heart. She walked forward, stretched out a withered finger, and pressed it on Yan Zhimeng's wrist. In an instant, she understood, and chuckled: "Young Master is wrong. Young Master's wife isn't ill, but pregnant. Hehehehe, congratulations Young Master, congratulations Mistress."
When Yan Zhimeng heard this, her entire body stiffened. Her originally pale face instantly turned even paler. She subconsciously placed one hand on her lower abdomen and gently protected it. Behind her, Ping 'er's eyes widened in shock. Her eyes were filled with fear instead of shock.
The Demonic Granny's laughter sounded especially sinister, but it was as if Madam Yan had heard the sound of nature. She happily said, "So … … That's great, that's really great. Meng 'er, Ming' er's father and I didn't force you to get married early because you're the last descendant of the Charm Sound Clan. I didn't expect you to … We were worried for nothing. Ming 'er, when did you … "
The smile on Madam Yan's face slowly disappeared because Yan Ximing's entire body was slightly trembling. Her gaze was gloomy and her ashen face was extremely unsightly. It was as if she had swallowed countless flies. Her heart suddenly thumped.
The Demonic Granny was already over a hundred years old. She was so old that she had become a spirit. She immediately realized that the atmosphere was not right. She immediately laughed dryly and said, "I'll go prepare a few tablets of medicine to stabilize the pregnancy." After saying that, she walked away step by step with the help of her walking stick.
Yan Ximing clenched his fists tightly and glared at Yan Zhimeng. His eyes were almost spitting fire. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Whose … … Who … … Who is it!!"
In order to respect her and completely capture her heart, he had not violated her in the slightest for the past five years. He had not even touched the corner of her clothes. All for the dignity of the Charm Sound Royal Family. He never thought that … … Yan Zhimeng would actually … … have a child with someone else without his knowledge. No man could endure this kind of humiliation. The proud and arrogant Yan Ximing was even more unable to endure it. If it wasn't for his mother beside him, he would have already gone crazy.
He suddenly realized that his perseverance for the past five years was actually so laughable. It was so laughable that he wanted to raise his head and laugh out loud.
"Meng 'er! What's going on? Could it be that you … … Could it be that you … … "
"Adoptive mother … … I'm sorry … …" Yan Zhimeng bit her lip and said with difficulty. Just as she was prepared to forget about Ye Wuchen, forget everything, and only live for the hatred in her heart, the heavens actually bestowed a little life to her at such an untimely time. The deeply buried emotions in her heart also suddenly awakened at this moment. At this moment, her emotions were so complicated that she could not even describe it. That faint surprise, that faint hesitation, and that deep fear … … In this kind of situation, she knew what the appearance of this little life meant.
After receiving Yan Zhimeng's reply, Madam Yan's last trace of fantasy was shattered. The joy in her heart instantly turned into grief and indignation. She pointed at Yan Zhimeng and gasped for breath as she shouted, "You … … How could you do such a thing, you … …" Her chest violently heaved up and down. She was so emotional that she could not say another word.
"That person … … Who is it, who is it!!" Yan Ximing's face was terrifyingly distorted. Like a berserk beast, he angrily roared. Immediately, the figure of a person appeared in his mind. He said in a low voice, "Is it … isn't it Ye Wuchen!"
Amidst the humiliation and rage, his mind began to recall the various abnormalities after Yan Zhimeng's return. The only contact she had with other people could only have been during the few days when she went to get close to Ye Wuchen. But immediately, he denied himself, "No, it can't be him … … Otherwise, if he died, you would have died as well! Quickly tell me, who is that person, quickly tell me!! "
This was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much. That boundless hatred crazily burned away what little was left of his rationality. In his heart, he had already begun to think about how to use the cruelest method in the world to hack that person into pieces.
"Don't ask me." Yan Zhimeng shook her head in pain. Her thoughts were in a mess, a complete mess.
"Quickly tell me, if you don't, I'll kill you!!" Yan Ximing took two steps forward, his hand fiercely grabbing towards her neck. Ping 'er hurriedly stood in front of Yan Zhimeng, shouting in panic, "Young Master, don't … …"
Madam Yan grabbed Yan Ximing's arm and pulled him back. Then, she pointed at the door and shouted coldly, "Get out, get out immediately!"
This was the first time Ping 'er had seen the usually amiable Mistress throw such a huge temper. She was so frightened that her heart started to beat wildly. How could she dare to stay any longer? She hurriedly helped Yan Zhimeng out. Not long after they left, Yan Duan Hun walked in and asked, "What's going on?"
"Father … …" Yan Ximing called out stiffly. Madam Yan's face also darkened, not saying a word. Yan Duan Hun furrowed his brows, stepped forward and shouted, "What's going on? Where's Meng 'er? "
"Meng 'er, she … …" Madam Yan paused for a long time, then let out a long sigh and said, "She's pregnant?"
After a short moment of shock, Yan Duan Hun's face suddenly darkened. He snorted coldly, fiercely smashed his fist on the stone table beside him, and shouted in a low voice, "Outrageous!"
That hard stone table did not shatter under his punch, but after a short moment of silence, it suddenly caved in, turning into a pile of fine powder. The difficulty of this was many times higher than smashing a stone with one punch.
"Father, what should I do?" Yan Ximing's heart was filled with hatred, he gritted his teeth and said. Five years of hard work in exchange for this kind of result, this kind of humiliation was even more unbearable than being cuckolded.
"What do you want to do with her?" Yan Duan Hun asked in return.
"..." Yan Ximing's face darkened, he couldn't think of a way to answer for a moment.
"Who is that person?"
"I don't know." Asked this question, the hatred in Yan Ximing's heart multiplied.
"I'll give you two suggestions." Yan Duan Hun turned around and said, "First … … marry her!"
"But father … …"
Yan Duan Hun glared at him and snorted coldly, "Hmph! Who in the Northern Emperor Sect doesn't know about your marriage with her? If people knew that she was already pregnant with someone else's child when she married you, you … … the dignified Young Sect Master of the Northern Emperor Sect would become a joke, a laughingstock! How would you have the face to inherit the position of Sect Master in the future? Also, the Charming Sound Girl will only break through her bottleneck after losing her virginity. Don't you understand how useful she is to us! So, if you can keep her, do your best to keep her. As the Young Sect Master, how can you not even have this little bit of tolerance? And I want you to marry her, only to marry her. In the future, you can still have three wives and four concubines. As for her, you can treat her coldly, humiliate her, beat her … … How can we let go of someone who humiliates our Yan Family! "
"Then the second?" Yan Ximing asked.
"The second … …" Yan Duan Hun's face darkened, "If you really can't accept it, then kill her."
"You can't!" Madam Yan hurriedly spoke up to stop him, "She is our adopted daughter after all. Although she made a huge mistake, it's not to the extent of … …"
"Hmph! Adopted daughter? She even committed this kind of crime, how could she even put us in her eyes? Ming 'er will decide everything herself! "Yan Duan Hun coldly turned around and left in a huff. Soon, someone shouted into the main hall, "Miss Zhimeng suddenly fell seriously ill, the wedding has been postponed, the date has not been set yet."
"Miss, what should we do, what should we do!" Ping Er anxiously paced around Yan Zhimeng, like an ant on a hot pan. She looked even more anxious than Yan Zhimeng.
Yan Zhimeng sat on the bed with a dull look in her eyes. She shook her head, "I don't know … …"
Ping Er stomped her feet fiercely. She suddenly thought of something and sat beside her, "Miss, is this child really … that Ye Wuchen's? But he's clearly dead. Didn't they say that if the Charming Sound Girl gave her body to any man, she would die with him? "
"I don't know, I really don't know." Yan Zhimeng covered her head with her hands and shook in frustration. Her emotions were in a mess.
Ping 'er can understand her feelings at this moment. She worriedly said, "But Mistress, have you ever considered that since they already know about this, they will never let you and your child off. When that time comes, what should we do, what should we do? "
"… …!!" Yan Zhimeng abruptly covered her abdomen with her hands and said in a panic, "No … … I can't, I can't let them hurt my child, I can't … …"
Her fear at this moment came from a woman's most selfless and greatest natural maternal instinct. She instantly understood why she was pleasantly surprised earlier … … That wasn't the joy of suddenly becoming a mother, but the crystallization of her and Ye Wuchen's brief interaction, gradually developing feelings for each other. He said that she was his first woman, then this child was his only remaining bloodline … … How could she allow their child to be hurt?
"But, Miss, don't you understand? Even if the Young Master and the others let you go, they definitely won't let this child go, "Ping Er said even more anxiously. This was a simple but obvious fact.
"Then what should I do!" Yan Zhimeng held onto Ping Er's shoulders and asked in pain as she swayed.
Ping Er bit her lower lip and said in a low voice, "Miss, the only way for you to escape is to escape to a place where they can't find you. Otherwise … … there won't be any other way. They definitely won't let the child in your stomach go."
Chapter 221 – Snow Lady from the Heavens
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