Translator – Xiao He Lian
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Chapter 136.2
After a pause, he sighed, “Forget it, it’s nothing, go to sleep.”
With that, he buried himself into Shi Ye’s arms with a heavy heart.
Shi Ye didn’t make any sound, as if he was really asleep but his arms around Wen Chi tightened unconsciously.
Wen Chi thought he would fall asleep soon, but he kept drifting in and out of half sleep, many thoughts came and went from his mind, twisting around him like a rope.
There are many things hidden in his heart, the matter of Hua Yin, the matter of poisoning and the matter of the person who looks exactly like him…
He felt that he was slowly approaching the truth but also felt that he was still trapped inside a fog.
He didn’t want to pressure Shi Ye, he wanted to wait until Shi Ye took the initiative to confess to him.
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Unfortunately, after a period of time, what waited for Wen Chi was not Shi Ye’s confession but something he was extremely familiar with and afraid of – Anti Abortifacient medication.
As a new father, Shi Ye was very active no matter what he did, wishing to use all available things on Wen Chi. If it wasn’t for Wen Chi’s strong refusal, he would even arrange three or five doctors to be by Wen Chi’s side at all times.
Wen Chi had long had a psychological shadow on doctors and when he heard those doctors say that he needed to take medicine for his fetal instability, his psychological shadow quickly doubled.
The contents of the anti-abortifacient medicine lists prescribed by several doctors were not very different and the maids grab the best herbs from the apothecary, so the medicinal soup made from the herbs has almost the same taste.
Wen Chi only took a sip and almost threw up.
He had a physical repulsion to this bowl of dark medicinal soup. Just by smelling it brings those unpleasant memories back.
The feeling of being forced to drink medicine by Ruo Tao was very unpleasant, and until now, he still couldn’t let it go.
Ruo Fang and a few maidservants stood by the side anxiously, seeing Wen Chi put the bowl on the table with a wrinkled face, they all showed a worried expression.
Ruo Fang struggled to speak: “Young Master…”
Wen Chi was afraid that Ruo Fang would also forcibly pour medicine on him like Ruo Tao did, so when Ruofang opened his mouth, he pitifully begged for mercy: “Ruo Fang, can I drink it later? This stuff is too bitter, I can’t drink it right now.”
If it had been before, Ruo Fang would definitely have rejected Wen Chi’s request without hesitation. She knew that these words were nothing more than a delaying tactic of Wen Chi, but now, Ruo Fang suddenly hesitated.
Seeing Ruo Fang’s hesitation, Wen Chi, who had been prepared to be rejected, saw Ruo Fang hesitating and immediately pleaded while the iron was hot, “Is that okay?”
Ruo Fang didn’t dare to agree, let alone refuse, her small face was almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd. She said humbly: “Young master, the doctor ordered us to watch you drink the medicine on time, if you don’t drink it, we will be the ones who will be punished. Young master, please drink it now and this servant will bring you some sweets.”
Every inch of Wen Chi’s body was clamoring for resistance to the bowl of medicine. He shook his head like a rattle and kept repeating, “But I really can’t drink it right now.”
Seeing that the medicinal soup was cooling down slowly, Ruo Fang became anxious: “Young Master, think of it as compromising yourself for the sake of the child in your belly.”
Wen Chi shook his head again and again.
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The two of them were in a stalemate for quite a while. Wen Chi knew that Ruo Fang and the others would not be able to say anything, so he got up suddenly and ran towards the bedroom.
“Aiya, Young Master!” Ruo Fang’s eyes reddened with anxiety and hurriedly wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes, then together with a few maids, she carried the medicinal soup and chased after him,, “Young Master, please this servant is begging you.”
Wen Chi was already pregnant and his running movements were not as flexible as before, but he still got into bed without looking back and wrapped himself into a dumpling with the quilt without even taking off his clothes and shoes.
The dumpling sat motionless in the middle of the bed, as if he couldn’t hear the footsteps of Ruo Fang and the maidservants following in.
Ruo Fang was panting, feeling extremely helpless: “Young Master, if you don’t drink it now, it will taste even worse when this medicine cools down.”
The dumpling moved slightly, but did not respond to Ruo Fang’s words.
Now Ruo Fang was really crying, her eyes were as red as a rabbit and big teardrops kept rolling out of her eyes. But she didn’t even dare to say a word to Wen Chi, so she could only stare at the dumpling with the other maids.
Just when Ruo Fang was about to get desperate, a sound of footsteps came from behind her, followed by a cold and faint voice: “What’s going on here?”
Hearing this, Ruo Fang and the maidservants froze into a log at the same time and after staring blankly for a moment, they turned their heads in unison to see Shi Ye striding in from the outside.
Shi Ye was dressed quite formally, with long hair tied behind his head. He had just returned from the palace and rushed over before he had time to rest.
Ruo Fang and the other servant girls knelt on the ground tremblingly: “Your Royal Highness.”
“Get up.” Shi Ye glanced at the medicinal soup in the servant girl’s hand and then at Wen Chi, who was tightly wrapped up on the bed. He quickly understood what was going on, stretched out his hand and said, “Bring it here.”
The maid was confused for sometime before realizing that Shi Ye was talking to her, and hastily handed over the bowl with both hands.
Shi Ye took the bowl: “Leave.”
Ruo Fang and several servant girls said in unison: “Yes.”
Ruo Fang got up from the ground, the tears on her face were still wet. She looked pitiful while desperately trying not to sob. She buried her head while leading several servant girls quickly out of the bedroom.
Shi Ye caught a glimpse of the tear stains on Ruo Fang’s face and frowned slightly, but he didn’t take it to heart. He turned around and walked to the bed with the bowl in his hand.
The dumpling on the bed sensed him approaching and backed away silently.
Shi Ye revealed a helpless expression and stretched out his hand to pull off the quilt.
Wen Chi struggled twice, but in the end, Shi Ye tore off the quilt, revealing a face that was also covered with tears.
Wen Chi had been spending a lot of time indoors, his fair skin made his eyes extraordinarily red and the crystal tears fell down one by one like broken beads.
Shi Ye never liked to see people cry and when he saw the tears on Ruo Fang’s face just now, he just found it troublesome. He saw Ruo Fang’s simple nature and agile hands and feet, so he kept her but he didn’t want her to cry in front of Wen Chi.
But when he saw the tears on Wen Chi’s face, in a blink of an eye, all those thoughts just now were thrown away in an instant.
He sat on the side of the bed and gently wiped away the tears on Wen Chi’s face with his thumb: “Why are you crying? Who made you unhappy?”
Wen Chi didn’t know where such heavy emotions came from. Although he was aggrieved but not to the point of crying like this. Obviously, he was fine just now, but when he heard Shi Ye’s voice, the grievances accumulated in his heart were instantly magnified.
T/N – When I was translating about how Wen Chi wrapped himself into a dumpling with the quilt, I suddenly started craving dumplings myself. So the translatornim had dumplings for dinner……..
