Chapter 42 (World Three)

 　　Meng Xiangbei was too late to stop it and could only watch helplessly as Ange'er's soul dissipated.

　　He remained silent for a long time before finally taking Qiao Qingjun to Meng Po, giving him a bowl of Meng Po soup, and sending him into reincarnation.

　　After consuming this dream, another boy appeared before him.

　　He was dressed in modern clothes and had a handsome appearance, but his dark eyes were filled with madness and obsession.

　　"Abei, don't leave me, don't leave me," he murmured as if possessed.

　　Meng Xiangbei read his memories and began to weave a dream.

　　-

　　"Abei, the baby will be born in two months. He's already eight months along. Have you chosen a name for him yet?"

　　When Meng Xiangbei came to his senses, he heard a gentle and clear young voice in his ear.

　　The young man beside him was handsome, with exquisite features and a cool demeanor, yet his gaze was unusually gentle.

　　At this moment, Meng Xiangbei was affectionately supporting the boy, who was wearing black pants and a white shirt, but the white shirt was particularly loose, revealing his round belly.

　　The boy held Meng Xiangbei's hand and gently stroked his belly, intending to say it was the baby inside.

　　They had just come out of the hospital. Meng Xiangbei had taken the boy for a prenatal checkup, and now they were on the street, waiting to hail a taxi home.

　　"Yes, when he's born, his name will be Yuanjia, Meng Yuanjia." The doctor had already quietly told them that it was a son.

　　“Yuanjia…” Yuan Xi murmured, taking Meng Xiangbei’s surname and a character from his name. It was really good.

　　"Child, did you hear that? From now on, your name will be Meng Yuanjia." Yuan Xi gently stroked her belly.

　　But at that moment, a huge, piercing sound was heard not far away.

　　Yuan Xi subconsciously looked up and saw a small truck that seemed to have lost its brakes and was hurtling around, heading straight for the family of three.

　　In that instant, apart from the approaching truck, he could feel nothing else; everything around him seemed to go blank for a moment.

　　He could only hear his own increasingly heavy breathing and a dull pain in his abdomen.

　　My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't move them.

　　"careful."

　　A familiar voice pulled him back, and before Yuan Xi could react, it pushed him away.

　　From the moment the small truck came hurtling towards them until Meng Xiangbei pushed Yuan Xi aside and the truck hit Meng Xiangbei, only a few seconds passed.

　　"Bang."

　　After a loud crash, Yuan Xi, clutching her abdomen, rolled to the ground and watched helplessly as the small truck ran over Meng Xiangbei.

　　Hot blood spilled onto the ground, and a few drops landed on Yuan Xi's fair cheeks.

　　"Abei, Abei..."

　　Yuan Xi, dragging his aching abdomen, struggled to crawl toward the motionless young man lying on the ground.

　　The scene before me grew increasingly dark.

　　Before Yuan Xi fell into a coma, he heard more and more noise around him.

　　"There's been a car accident, call the police immediately!"

　　"Quick, the driver is trying to escape, stop him!"

　　"My God, this person has been run over like this, it seems he won't survive."

　　"There's a pregnant man here, he's bleeding down there, quick, get him to the hospital!"

　　"..."

　　Fortunately, the two had just come out of the hospital and were not far from it. Soon, hospital staff who had been notified put them on stretchers and carried them inside.

　　Upon arriving at the hospital, the pregnant Yuanxi was immediately taken to the emergency room, and shortly after, he was transferred to the delivery room.

　　"Notify the pregnant man's family to come to the hospital as soon as possible. His condition is very dangerous. The baby is only eight months old. It is very likely that both the baby and the baby will die."

　　When Meng Xiangbei regained consciousness, he saw that Yuan Xi, who was still unconscious, was being taken into the delivery room.

　　"Yuanxi, Yuanxi..." he called out, instinctively reaching out to touch Yuanxi, but his hand passed right through his body.

　　No one around saw him.

　　Meng Xiangbei even saw his own body being hastily taken to the morgue.

　　So, he was already dead.

　　"How is Yuan Xi?"

　　"How is Meng Xiangbei?"

　　Three teenagers rushed in from outside the hospital, their faces filled with barely concealed panic.

　　"What is your relationship to the patient?" the doctor asked gravely.

　　“We were his college roommates.”

　　"His college roommate?" the doctor frowned. "What about his family?"

　　Mentioning Yuan Xi's family, a shadow fell over the boy's eyes. He said, "Yuan Xi's family is in our hometown; they can't come." The boy clenched his fist, his eyes reddening. "Doctor, I received a call saying they were in a car accident and taken to the hospital. How are they now?"

　　The doctor sighed and told them that Meng Xiangbei was dead and that Yuan Xi and the child were in mortal danger.

　　“How could this be? Yuanxi told me just half an hour ago that they came to the hospital for a prenatal checkup and the baby was healthy. He was very happy. How could this happen so suddenly…” A roommate covered his face with his hands in anguish, tears streaming down his face through his fingers.

　　"Doctor, please, you must save Yuanxi and his son."

　　"We will do our best." The doctor wasn't very confident either.

　　Meng Xiangbei, who had already died and become a ghost, passed through the wall and followed the doctor into the delivery room.

　　"Doctor, the pregnant man has lost too much blood and is receiving a blood transfusion."

　　"Arrange for him to start production as soon as possible."

　　"The pregnant man remained unconscious, and his will to live seemed very weak."

　　“A cesarean section can be performed, but if the pregnant man cannot deliver the baby, the mother will be considered dead.”

　　"Take measures as soon as possible to raise the awareness of pregnant men."

　　Hearing that Yuan Xi had given up and had given up his will to live, Meng Xiangbei was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to hold Yuan Xi's hand and tell him to try his best to hold on and give birth to the child, but no matter what he said or did, no one could hear or see it, and it was all in vain.

　　He could only call out Yuan Xi's name over and over again.

　　"Yuanxi, don't give up, wake up, our child needs you."

　　"Yuanxi, you are the bravest, right? You will definitely get through this."

　　"Yuanxi, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have abandoned you and the child. Yuanxi, wake up, wake up, you and the child must live well."

　　-

　　At this moment, Yuan Xi was amidst a sea of ​​blood.

　　The sky was blood-red, the land was blood-red, and the surrounding area was desolate.

　　"Abei, Abei, where are you?" Yuan Xi clutched his aching abdomen, searching everywhere for that familiar figure, but no matter how he looked, the place was empty, and he was all alone.

　　"Abei, please don't abandon me and the child, come out."

　　"Abei, where are you? My stomach hurts so much."

　　Yuan Xi clutched his abdomen, his usually cold face contorted with pain.

　　"Yuanxi, I'm here, come here..."

　　Just then, a familiar voice rang out, as magnetic as ever, and its distinctive tone immediately revealed it to be that of a sunny, cheerful, and lively young man.

　　As if bewitched, Yuan Xi walked step by step toward the direction of the voice.

　　Soon, on the other side of the crimson sky, an abyss appeared.

　　A familiar figure was reflected in the abyss.

　　The young man was wearing ripped dark jeans, a white hooded sweatshirt, and had short, neat hair. He was handsome, and when he smiled, he revealed two cute little tiger teeth. He exuded a youthful, lively, and pleasant aura.

　　"Abei," Yuan Xi couldn't help but call out.

　　"Yuan Xi, I'm here. Come to me." The young man in the abyss slowly stretched out his hands, which were as long and slender as ever with distinct knuckles.

　　"Alright." A faint smile slowly appeared on Yuan Xi's cold face as he reached out his hand to the young man in the abyss.

　　"Yuanxi, wake up! For our child, you have to hold on..." The hand that was about to touch his suddenly stopped. Yuanxi looked up at the blood-red sky and listened to the urgent calls.

　　That was Ah Bei's voice too.

　　"Yuanxi, for our child's sake, please wake up. I know you're strong, aren't you..."

　　The child? What happened to the child?!

　　Why wake up?

　　Isn't Ah Bei here?

　　"Yuanxi, give me your hand quickly, I'll take you away from here." The young man called out urgently from the abyss.

　　Just then, a series of bloody images flooded into Yuan Xi's mind.

　　After their prenatal checkup, they were in a car accident. Ah Bei pushed him away and was run over by a small truck. They said, they said Ah Bei died.

　　No, no, how could Ah Bei be dead?

　　"Abei, Abei..."

　　Yuan Xi, who was lying in the delivery room, suddenly opened his eyes.

　　"The pregnant man is awake! That's wonderful! Get ready to deliver the baby!" The doctors were overjoyed.

　　Yuan Xi's eyes were already bloodshot. He grabbed the doctor's hand with his slender hand and asked urgently and with difficulty, "Doctor, where is Abei? Where is Abei? I want to see him. Please let me see him."

　　Meng Xiangbei, who was overjoyed that Yuan Xi had woken up, felt a chill in his heart and his eyes showed pain.

　　The doctor hesitated for a moment, then said, "Are you asking about the young man who was in the car accident with you? He died on the spot."

　　Yuan Xi felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

　　The hand she was holding slipped helplessly from the doctor's grasp.

　　"No, no, how could he die? How could he die? I want to see him, I don't believe it." Yuan Xi was like a madman, trying to get up and check for himself, but the doctors held him down. His pale face was bloodless, and his lips were as white as paper. Blood kept flowing from under his body, staining the area red.

　　He felt dizzy, but he still insisted on going out.

　　"He's already dead. Your most important task now is to give birth to the child, otherwise you and the child will both die." The doctors tried to hold him down, but Yuan Xi, who was already exhausted, had very little strength and fell back down before he could even get up.

　　“I believe that if he were still alive, he would want you and the child to be safe and sound.”

　　The doctor was still trying to persuade him, but Yuan Xi, who was lying down, seemed not to hear him. His eyes were wide open, but he was as still as a wooden figure that had lost its soul.

　　Ah Bei, if you really die, then my child and I will die with you.

　　Yuan Xi completely lost his will to live, essentially pushing himself and his child toward death.

　　The pain in his abdomen felt like something was being pulled out of his body, but Yuan Xi seemed completely oblivious to it.

　　Meng Xiangbei desperately called Yuan Xi's name by the hospital bedside, but Yuan Xi couldn't hear him. He tried to reach out and hold Yuan Xi's hand, but couldn't touch it.

　　A sense of powerlessness enveloped Meng Xiangbei.

　　Left with no other choice, Meng Xiangbei could only use some of the Nightmare Beast's abilities to make Yuan Xi able to see him.

　　"Yuanxi, it's me, Abei. Can you see me?"

　　Meng Xiangbei finally grasped Yuan Xi's hand and gently wiped away the silent tears falling from the corner of his eyes with his fingertips.

　　“Yuanxi, look at me, it’s me, Abei, I’m here.”

　　Yuan Xi's eyes, which had been wide open and motionless, shifted slightly as he turned his head to look at the person beside him. Upon seeing that familiar face, his pupils dilated abruptly.

　　Meng Xiangbei stroked his face: "Yuanxi, that's our child, the fruit of our love. How could you bear to let him die like this? Do you remember the nursery we prepared for him? Do you remember his little shoes, clothes, and hat? Do you remember the name I gave him? How could you abandon our Yuanjia?"

　　Meng Xiangbei slowly placed a hand on his swollen belly: "Did you hear that? Little Yuanjia is crying. He's saying why his little dad doesn't want him, but he loves his little dad so much, he really wants to be his little dad's child. Yuanxi, can you really bear to abandon him?"

　　Yuan Xi shook his head with tears streaming down his face. His voice was weak and low, yet urgent and firm: "Yes, I like him. I really like him."

　　"Then let's try our best to give birth to him, okay? Let him see this beautiful world, and see his loving little dad, okay?"

　　“Okay, okay.” Yuan Xi nodded.

　　Meng Xiangbei smiled with satisfaction and lowered his head to place a kiss on his forehead.

　　"I want to give birth to this child."

　　The doctors who were almost considering a cesarean section were overjoyed to hear his words.

　　Yuan Xi gripped the bedsheets tightly with all his might, his pale, delicate face covered in fine sweat, which even dampened the hair on his forehead.

　　He clenched his teeth to keep himself from crying out in pain.

　　"Yuanxi, keep going, you can do it!" Meng Xiangbei cheered him on from the side.

　　"Ah..." Yuan Xi finally couldn't help but cry out in pain.

　　With that exclamation, the baby was finally born.

　　"Great! It's a boy, but he's too weak. Quickly clean him up and put him in an incubator."

　　After giving birth, Yuan Xi was completely exhausted, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.

　　He looked at Meng Xiangbei beside him. He was too weak to speak, but he gazed at the young man with longing eyes, as if to say: "Abei, I tried my best, and I finally gave birth to our child."

　　"Our Yuanxi is amazing." Meng Xiangbei lowered his head and slowly pressed his lips to the boy's.

　　Yuanxi, I won't be around anymore. You and Xiao Yuanjia must be strong. I will always love you and be there for you, even where you can't see me.

　　Yuan Xi was too tired. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

　　-

　　The doctor has cleaned the dirt off the child and placed him in an incubator.

　　The baby was only eight months old, premature, thin and red all over, like a newborn kitten.

　　He was so small and weak, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

　　Meng Xiangbei examined the child's body and sighed softly.

　　I began to piece together the story of this dream.

　　This is a world of humans and people with mermaid blood.

　　Long ago, humans and mermaids coexisted, and they could even intermarry. But as time passed, the number of mermaids dwindled until they finally died out and disappeared completely.

　　Humans and mermaids can only live on land and do not have mermaid tails.

　　As the mermaid bloodline in their bodies becomes increasingly diluted, the only difference between human and mermaid hybrids and humans is that male mermaid hybrids can have children.

　　However, when a mermaid hybrid gives birth, it must be a natural birth. If a cesarean section is performed, the child can survive, but the mother will die on the spot.

　　Therefore, doctors will not perform a cesarean section on pregnant mermaid hybrid individuals unless absolutely necessary.

　　Yuan Xi, a 19-year-old freshman at A University in S City, is a male mermaid hybrid who is capable of reproduction.

　　He was born in a poor town. His parents died early, and his uncle took Yuanxi in for the sake of Yuanxi's parents' property.

　　However, from a young age, they would beat and scold Yuanxi, and never treated him as their own nephews, making Yuanxi work like a slave for their family.

　　Little Yuanxi lived in a terrible, leaky, and cold little woodshed, and ate the leftovers from his older cousins.

　　His uncle even planned to make him drop out of school and go to work before he even graduated from elementary school.

　　Because he was too young to claim his parents' inheritance, Yuanxi knew that only by studying and leaving the small town could he change his fate.

　　Finally, he sought help from a highly respected great-grandfather in the clan, and only then did he regain the opportunity to study.

　　Yuan Xi grew up in such a difficult environment.

　　Yuanxi spent most of his time working and didn't have much time to study, but he worked very hard, and because he was naturally smart, he eventually got into the best high school in the city.

　　It was there that Yuan Xi met Meng Xiangbei, a senior from the same grade.

　　In a true sense, Meng Xiangbei was not a scumbag; on the contrary, he loved Yuan Xi very much.

　　Fate and liking are probably strange things.

　　During the new year, Meng Xiangbei somehow fell in love at first sight with Yuan Xi, who was thin, small, and had dark skin.

　　Meng Xiangbei is handsome, enthusiastic, cheerful and unrestrained. He is like the warmest sun in the sky, and many girls and merman hybrid men like him.

　　But Meng Xiangbei didn't like any of them. The day after he met Yuan Xi, Meng Xiangbei confessed his feelings to him.

　　Yuan Xi refused without hesitation.

　　But Yuanxi knew that on the day of welcoming the new students, he fell in love at first sight with this big boy who was as warm and unrestrained as the sun, but he was insecure.

　　Meng Xiangbei is the sun high above, while he is a humble weed in the mud. He is not worthy of Meng Xiangbei at all. He longs to get close to him, yet he is afraid of being burned.

　　But Meng Xiangbei did not give up; he used all his abilities to pursue Yuan Xi.

　　Bringing breakfast, chance encounters, switching seats to sit together, becoming roommates, using tutoring as an excuse, eating together, reading together, watching movies together, creating all sorts of ambiguous situations...

　　He used all his efforts to warm Yuan Xi's cold heart little by little.

　　Yuan Xi had always been drawn to Meng Xiangbei's warmth, and he fell in love with him at first sight. Finally, after two years of Meng Xiangbei's persistent efforts, Yuan Xi agreed to be with him.

　　Author's Note: A new story begins! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-03-08 18:44:13 and 2020-03-09 17:30:27!

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T/N: Sorry for not posting last week.. I was at my 婆婆 house for Chinese New Year celebrations.. any way, enjoy and 新年快乐！

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Chapter 41 (World Two End)

　　The old woman didn't understand. General Meng was now her mistress's legitimate son, and he had become a second-rank official. Even that young master had become a divine physician. Why did her mistress still call him a little beast? Shouldn't she use her maternal affection to bring the young marquis back?

　　The old woman thought this way and brought it up.

　　"No need. He severed ties with me two years ago when he left. How can he have connection with my Marquis's mansion?" Meng's mother denied this almost as soon as the nanny began to advise her, her tone resolute and cold.

　　"Give me Jue'er, and you can leave."

　　The chubby little baby, dressed in exquisite clothes, was held in the arms of Meng's mother. Meng's mother looked at the little face that resembled her eldest son when he was a child, her lips pursed, and her gaze was momentarily stunned.

　　Ignoring the baby's struggles, she held him tightly in her arms and said blankly, "Jue'er, your mother will never let you leave."

　　She kept repeating, seemingly possessed: "You are your mother's most precious son, and your father's most beloved legitimate son, Jue'er. You must be good, your father will come to see you soon..."

　　Outside the door, the old woman could faintly hear Meng mother's voice inside. Even without listening carefully, she knew what it was.

　　Ever since the young marquis left, the lady has been obsessed, especially after she gave birth to her second son through scheming. It has become even more serious. Sometimes, no matter day or night, wind or rain, she would hold the child and wait at the gate of the courtyard. Several times, the child has fallen ill because of the cold.

　　But the Marquis, after being tricked again, didn't even step into this place when his wife was giving birth.

　　well.

　　-

　　Meng Xiangbei ignored the matter of the Marquis of Zhongyuan's residence. In fact, even though he was now a general, neither the Marquis of Zhongyuan nor his mother sent anyone to visit him. Instead, his half-brother, Meng Xiangyuan, did.

　　Meng Xiangbei neither liked nor disliked his younger brother. His brother wasn't bad either; he just liked to use his cleverness.

　　After learning from him that Meng's mother had given birth to her second son, Meng Xiangbei didn't care much. He only hoped that this younger brother wouldn't become the second original owner of the body and be used as a tool to curry favor with Marquis Zhongyuan.

　　Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun brought An ge'er and Imperial Physician Liu to the capital. The family was settled and would live in the capital from now on.

　　Meng Xiangbei is now a favorite of the emperor and a war god in the eyes of the people. He is very popular, and basically every prince who wants to seize the throne wants to win him over and even offers him beauties.

　　Sure enough, when Meng Xiangbei and his family of three returned from outside, they saw the servants of the Fourth Prince waiting with two young gers, undoubtedly using beauty to win favors.

　　Those two young gers, one as beautiful as a peach blossom and the other as delicate as a snow lotus, were truly beauties.

　　Meng Xiangbei frowned, a hint of annoyance creeping over him.

　　How many times has this happened?

　　Before Meng Xiangbei could say anything, he saw Qiao Qingjun next to him snort heavily, puff out his cheeks, glare at him fiercely, and run away, leaving him and An Ge'er behind.

　　Okay, he's angry.

　　The abandoned An ge'er looked at his dad who had run away, then at the two people who had been given to his father, looked up at his father, and asked, "Father, don't you want daddy and An ge'er anymore?"

　　Now, An ge'er is three years old. He is clever, quick-witted, and sometimes speaks even more fluently than Qiao Qingjun.

　　He asked Meng Xiangbei with feigned doubt, but if Meng Xiangbei had actually answered "yes," the little guy would probably have gotten angry.

　　Meng Xiangbei saw through it but didn't expose it.

　　He patted his little head and said, "You and your daddy will always be the most important people to your father. Your father doesn't want anyone else."

　　"Really?"

　　"Yes, Father assures you."

　　After confirming that his father was not lying, An ge'er breathed a sigh of relief and patted his little chest.

　　Meng Xiangbei almost burst out laughing when he saw his adorable little face.

　　After sending the two handsome young gers back to where they came from, Meng Xiangbei quickly caught up with Qiao Qingjun.

　　Upon entering the bedroom, one could see the boy sitting on the bed wiping away tears.

　　As soon as he noticed Meng Xiangbei enter, he immediately turned around and pretended not to see him.

　　Meng Xiangbei sighed softly and walked over. He saw that Qiao Qingjun's face was still streaked with tears, his eyes were red and brimming with glistening tears. He was pouting and trying his best to hold back his tears.

　　This stubborn little face, pretending to be strong, looks so pitiful that it makes you feel both sorry for him and a little amused.

　　Of course, Meng Xiangbei dared not laugh at this moment. He was certain that if he laughed now, he would not have a good time for the next few days.

　　"Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Meng Xiangbei said tenderly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

　　Qiao Qingjun let him wipe him, twisting the hem of his clothes with both hands, without saying a word, but he felt even more aggrieved, and the tears he had been holding back fell down in a stream.

　　The more Meng Xiangbei wiped away his tears, the more tears he shed.

　　Meng Xiangbei pulled the boy into his arms and gently comforted him, "Are you holding a grudge against those two people?"

　　The boy in his arms stiffened slightly, still not speaking, but clearly a little nervous.

　　Meng Xiangbei rubbed his head: "Why do you get angry and shed tears over those irrelevant people?"

　　With his fingertips lifting the boy's chin, making him look up at him, Meng Xiangbei said earnestly, "Aqing, do you still remember my promise? My wife for this lifetime, Qiao Qingjun, is all I need. I don't need anyone else, and I won't want anyone else. I will never break my promise in this lifetime."

　　Qiao Qingjun bit his lip as he looked at him, her eyes still brimming with tears, his voice trembling with a sob as he pleaded, "Really?"

　　Meng Xiangbei: "Of course it's true. I will spend my whole life proving it. Aqing, do you believe me?"

　　Qiao Qingjun was naturally simple-minded and easily coaxed, so he nodded eagerly, "I believe you."

　　Seeing that he was no longer angry or shedding tears, Meng Xiangbei breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his rosy lips, he had a sudden thought and leaned down to press his lips to his.

　　Having probably not touched Qiao Qingjun for a long time, Meng Xiangbei couldn't control himself after just one kiss and pulled the boy towards the bed.

　　"My lord, what are you doing?" Qiao Qingjun's cheeks were flushed, full of shyness, and there was no trace of the anger and grievances he had just felt.

　　"Go to sleep."

　　Qiao Qingjun wasn't completely ignorant. With Meng Xiangbei's gaze that seemed to devour him whole, he understood perfectly what the man's actions meant, and felt even more ashamed.

　　"No, no, it's still daytime."

　　"What's wrong with daytime? Close the door, get under the covers, and it'll be dark."

　　Qiao Qingjun's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected Meng Xiangbei to spout such nonsense, and he couldn't even refute him. In the brief moment he was stunned, the man had already dragged him to the bed.

　　"Aqing, give me another child, and give An ge'er a younger brother or sister too."

　　Qiao Qingjun still wanted to struggle, but Meng Xiangbei's words made it impossible for him to resist.

　　In bed, the two entwined like mandarin ducks, their deep love binding them together.

　　After that day, Meng Xiangbei made it clear to the outside world that he would only have Qiao Qingjun as his wife in his life, and would not have any other women or boys.

　　After that, no one was so tactless as to send anyone to cause trouble.

　　With the war over, Meng Xiangbei had nothing else important to do and was very free every day. Whenever he had free time, he would pull Qiao Qingjun into the bedroom, close the door, crawl into bed, and begin their baby-making endeavor.

　　An ge'er was holding a book, and he had some questions he wanted to ask his father. He had just seen his father hurriedly pulling his shy father into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it. Having seen this several times before, he knew exactly what was going on.

　　He rubbed his forehead with one hand, a helpless expression on his young face.

　　He muttered "Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper" before turning and leaving.

　　I hope my younger siblings will come soon.

　　Perhaps the family of three was too eager, because a month later, Qiao Qingjun was indeed pregnant, and nine months later, he gave birth to a lovely daughter.

　　When his daughter was five years old, Qiao Qingjun gave birth to a son.

　　While taking care of his child and accompanying Meng Xiangbei, Qiao Qingjun opened a pharmacy in the capital with Imperial Physician Liu. Due to his extraordinary medical skills, he became famous throughout the Sui Dynasty, and even people from other countries came to visit her.

　　After assessing their character, Qiao Qingjun took on a group of apprentices and meticulously taught them traditional Chinese medicine and Western surgical techniques.

　　Each of his apprentices later became renowned doctors.

　　Qiao Qingjun pioneered Western surgical treatments, and many of the surgical treatments he proposed saved countless people on the verge of death.

　　The emperor bestowed upon him a plaque inscribed with "Miraculous Healing Hands".

　　After the third prince ascended the throne, he bestowed upon him a plaque inscribed with "Hua Tuo Reborn" and promulgated the policy of "equality for princes." From then on, princes were no longer considered inferior and enjoyed the same treatment as commoners.

　　Qiao Qingjun's passing was recorded in history.

　　Qiao Qingjun and Meng Xiangbei had three children.

　　An ge'er married a commoner, had two children, inherited Qiao Qingjun's medical skills, and lived a happy life.

　　Meng Qiying married Qian Jiaojiao's son. The two were in love and remained a devoted couple for life.

　　Their youngest son, Meng Qifei, loved martial arts. After Meng Xiangbei retired, he became a general and led the Sui Dynasty to completely conquer the Jiang Kingdom during Meng Xiangbei's lifetime.

　　As Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun lay dying, the family of five went to Jiangnan and visited the graves of Qiao's father and mother.

　　By this time, the two men were already old men in their seventies with gray hair.

　　Meng Xiangbei was afraid that the man had injured his leg, so he didn't make him kneel down. Instead, the two of them sat in front of the tomb.

　　Qiao Qingjun's once handsome face has long been etched with wrinkles by the years. He sits in front of the grave with a faint smile on his lips, as if he were having a casual chat with his parents.

　　"Father, Mother, I have lived a very good life. I have a husband and three children."

　　Meng Xiangbei slowly took his hand.

　　Qiao Qingjun continued, "I am very happy to be your child. I hope that in the next life, I can be your child too."

　　At this moment, Qiao Qingjun turned to look at the three kneeling children and beckoned to the middle-aged An ge'er to come over.

　　Two wrinkled hands held An ge'er's hand.

　　Qiao Qingjun gazed at An Ge'er for a long time, then his gaze softened and fell on Meng Xiangbei: "Husband, do you know when AQing was happiest in his life?"

　　As the deadline approached, Qiao Qingjun's voice grew weaker and weaker, but he still persisted in speaking. After a moment, he finally said his last words: "It was on that rainy night, when you opened the door and took me and An ge'er to see the doctor..."

　　After saying that, Qiao Qingjun closed his eyes.

　　"Father..." The children let out a mournful sob.

　　Meng Xiangbei gently held Qiao Qingjun, whose eyes had closed and who had stopped breathing, in his arms...

　　-

　　The residence of Marquis Zhongyuan.

　　Meng mother went mad.

　　Unable to bear the coldness of Marquis Zhongyuan, she went mad and picked up a knife to kill Ning Zhi. In the end, Marquis Zhongyuan blocked the knife for him.

　　Before Marquis Zhongyuan died, he handed over the Marquis Zhongyuan Mansion to his illegitimate son, Meng Xiangyuan, and locked up Meng's mother, who had gone mad, so that she would never be able to come out.

　　Not long after Marquis Zhongyuan died, Ning Zhi also died of depression.

　　Marquis Zhongyuan grew up amidst scheming. Because of this scheming, his mother and younger brother died early, and he loathed the feeling of being schemed against.

　　He disliked even more the schemes that had been plotted against his mother. He didn't love her, but he knew he owed her something, so he gave her his son.

　　He loved Ning Zhi, he loved Ning Zhi's clarity and purity, but Ning Zhi was too rational and never believed in his love for him in his entire life.

　　But it's okay.

　　He had no regrets about dying for Ningzhi.

　　After Meng's mother was imprisoned, her second son was raised by Meng Xiangyuan. Meng Xiangyuan did not mistreat him, but the child, who had been spoiled by Meng's mother, eventually lived a muddled and aimless life.

　　-

　　Qian Jiaojiao/Murong Yin Side Story

　　After returning to the capital in triumph, Murong Yin, having come to his senses, immediately went to find Qian Jiaojiao once he had settled down.

　　At this moment, he was changing his clothes and asked the servant about what had happened to Qian Jiaojiao during the two years he had been away from the capital.

　　The servant hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

　　Murong Yin's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even bother to put on his clothes and hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me quickly."

　　The servant hesitated for a moment before saying, "For the past two years, the General's Mansion has been looking for a husband for Miss Qian."

　　Murong Yin's heart tightened suddenly: "And then what? Is she already engaged?" His voice trembled as he said this.

　　"No, no." The servant hurriedly shook his head. "In the past two years, the number of people who have proposed to Miss Qian has almost worn down the threshold of the General's Mansion, but Miss Qian has not been interested in any of them. However, this year's top scholar has proposed to her several times and has been persistent."

　　Murong Yin hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before his heart started racing again.

　　It turns out that the newly appointed top scholar encountered some bad guys when he went out. The weak and pale-faced scholar almost lost his life, but was saved by Qian Jiaojiao who happened to be passing by.

　　Because of this rescue, the top scholar fell in love with Qian Jiaojiao at first sight and went to propose to her. Even though he was rejected, he persisted.

　　"Jiaojiao would never be with that top scholar," Murong Yin said sourly, and headed out of the house towards the General's Mansion.

　　-

　　When Qian Jiaojiao learned that Murong Yin was requesting an audience, she was reading the love poem that the top scholar had written for her. Looking at the line "One life, one love, one pair of lovers," her pretty face showed a thoughtful expression.

　　This top scholar wrote a love letter every three days, he was really persistent, and he didn't give up even though she didn't respond.

　　Murong Yin's arrival did not surprise Qian Jiaojiao.

　　"Let him in." He handed the so-called love letter to the maid and told her to put it away.

　　Seeing the young man approaching quickly from afar, Qian Jiaojiao felt conflicted. It was time for things to come to an end between her and Murong Yin.

　　The servant and maid stood a little further away, leaving space for the two of them to be alone.

　　As soon as Qian Jiaojiao looked up, she met Murong Yin's burning and deep eyes, which seemed to captivate her soul.

　　Qian Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.

　　"Jiaojiao." Murong Yin stared greedily at Qian Jiaojiao for a long time, suppressing the urge to hug her, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

　　"May I ask what brings the Third Prince here today?"

　　"Jiaojiao, I understand." Murong Yin suddenly said excitedly.

　　Qian Jiaojiao looked at him with a puzzled expression.

　　Murong Yin finally couldn't restrain himself and stepped forward to hold Qian Jiaojiao's hand: "Jiaojiao, I understand. You don't dislike me. You actually have feelings for me, right?

　　You only rejected me because of my status as a prince, because you didn't want to share your husband with other women, right? That's why you were so cold to me every time I didn't object to having multiple wives and concubines before."

　　Qian Jiaojiao stared at him blankly, momentarily forgetting to pull her hand away, and asked in return, "What is the Third Prince trying to say?"

　　Murong Yin's gaze was intense, filled with devotion and earnestness: "Jiaojiao, if I can give you what you want, would you be willing to be with me? I mean, if I don't want concubines, mistresses, or other wives, and only want you as my princess consort, would you be willing to be with me?"

　　Qian Jiaojiao's heart was stirred at that moment. For a split second, she opened her mouth to agree, but as soon as the words were on the tip of her tongue, reason pulled her back.

　　After a long silence, just when Murong Yin was about to despair, Qian Jiaojiao said, "Murong Yin, let me tell you clearly, what I, Qian Jiaojiao, want is for my husband to have only me as his wife for the rest of his life, and for his body and soul to belong completely to me alone.

　　If you can do that, I'm willing to give you a chance."

　　"Really?" Murong Yin's previously dim eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but hug Qian Jiaojiao, as happy as a child who had received candy.

　　"Jiaojiao, I'm so happy, so very happy. Don't worry, I will do it."

　　Qian Jiaojiao did not struggle.

　　She had feelings for Murong Yin. For the past two years, she had been picky about marriage, partly because she hadn't met the right person, and partly because... she would occasionally think of what he said when he left two years ago. He said that when he returned from his expedition and achieved great success, he would come to ask her for marriage.

　　After receiving confirmation from Qian Jiaojiao, Murong Yin immediately went to the palace to see Consort Lan.

　　Two years ago, Consort Lan originally planned to find a wife and concubine for Murong Yin, but before they could be decided, Murong Yin volunteered to go to the front line, which infuriated Consort Lan.

　　Now that her son has finally returned safely, Consort Lan's thoughts have started to stir again.

　　As soon as Murong Yin entered the palace, she immediately mentioned to him, with great interest, the young lady from a prominent family whom she had her eye on.

　　But then she suddenly saw Murong Yin kneeling on the ground, which startled her.

　　"Yin'er, what are you doing?"

　　“Mother, I do not want to marry any other woman. I like Qian Jiaojiao from General Qian Zheng’s family, and I want to marry her as my princess consort.”

　　Consort Lan thought it was something serious, but she never expected it was about this.

　　However, Qian Jiaojiao... was not even on her radar.

　　Qian Jiaojiao is quite beautiful, but I've heard she's spoiled and arrogant. Although she's General Qian's only daughter, she's only a concubine's daughter. Moreover, Qian Zheng has already retired from the previous dynasty, and the general's mansion has long since fallen into decline.

　　Consort Lan wanted to marry her son a virtuous and talented daughter-in-law from a powerful family.

　　She wanted to refuse, but seeing the expectant look on her son's face, she knew that he had Qian Jiaojiao in his heart.

　　No one knew her son's stubbornness better than she did.

　　"You can have Qian Jiaojiao if you want, but at most she can be a concubine."

　　"No, Your Majesty, I want to marry Jiaojiao as my Crown Princess. She will be my only wife for the rest of my life. I will not take any concubines or secondary wives."

　　"I disagree." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Consort Lan spoke up in denial, so angry that she even forgot to refer to herself.

　　"How can a prince, of noble birth, marry only one woman, especially one whose family has no influence in the court? Yin'er, do you remember your ideals?"

　　Murong Yin remained unmoved, his back straight: "Your subject remembers, but this does not hinder my marriage to Jiaojiao. What your subject desires, I will strive for with my own abilities."

　　"You, you..." Seeing that Murong Yin was still stubborn, Consort Lan was so angry that she almost fainted.

　　"No matter what, I will not agree to you marrying only Qian Jiaojiao."

　　"Your subject only wants Qian Jiaojiao in this life."

　　After saying this, Murong Yin turned and left.

　　"Unfilial son."

　　With a loud crash, the teacup was smashed to the ground by Consort Lan.

　　She held her throbbing forehead for a long time before slowly letting go. Her eyes narrowed, as if she were plotting something.

　　She would never let her only son continue down this path of debauchery.

　　-

　　"Miss, the Third Prince requests your presence at Phoenix Tower. He has urgent business with you," a maidservant rushed in from the General's Mansion.

　　Qian Jiaojiao, unsuspecting, changed her clothes and headed to Phoenix Tower.

　　"Miss Qian, you can't go in." She had just arrived at the private room of Phoenix Restaurant and hadn't even entered when she was anxiously stopped by someone.

　　She remembered this person; he was Murong Yin's personal servant.

　　"Your third prince invited me over, but now you won't let me in. What's the reason for this?" Qian Jiaojiao's expression was cold, especially when she heard some strange sounds coming from the private room, her heart sank.

　　"No, our master didn't invite you," the servant scratched his head in denial, but then felt that whatever he said would be wrong.

　　"You two, hold him back."

　　After having her maid restrain the servant, Qian Jiaojiao kicked the door open.

　　She stepped inside. Inside, there were sounds of men and women breathing heavily, and the air smelled of musk.

　　When she reached the window and saw the naked man and woman intertwined clearly, Qian Jiaojiao's hands and feet turned ice-cold, and her heart sank completely.

　　At that moment, the man seemed to notice her gaze and subconsciously turned his head to look.

　　His muddled mind gradually cleared, and when he saw that it was Qian Jiaojiao standing in front of him, his whole body stiffened and turned ice-cold. Murong Yin's heart was in unprecedented panic: "Jiaojiao..."

　　Qian Jiaojiao had already turned away without expression and left.

　　"Jiaojiao..."

　　"Third Prince, Third Prince..."

　　-

　　Two things happened in the capital.

　　One thing is that the Third Prince, who is already quite old, has finally gotten engaged to the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue.

　　One was Qian Jiaojiao, the daughter of a general's family who was also not young. After being moved by the persistent pursuit of the newly appointed top scholar, she finally agreed to his marriage proposal.

　　"Miss, the Third Prince requests an audience."

　　"I will not see him, neither the Third Prince nor anyone related to him," Qian Jiaojiao said calmly, her face expressionless, seemingly neither sad nor happy.

　　"yes."

　　Murong Yin lingered outside the General's Mansion countless times, but he still couldn't see Qian Jiaojiao.

　　He never imagined that his mother would scheme against him like that, drugging him and making him have a relationship with the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue, and even specially inviting Qian Jiaojiao to see.

　　No one knows what he felt when he saw Qian Jiaojiao that day. When he saw her expressionless face and her back as she turned away without hesitation, it felt as if his heart had been ripped out and his soul had been emptied in an instant.

　　In that instant, his world crumbled. A voice inside him told him that after he touched that woman, whether passively or actively, it was impossible for him and Jiaojiao to be together again.

　　Sure enough, he never saw Qian Jiaojiao again, and not long after, he heard that the young lady of the General's Mansion had accepted the marriage proposal of the newly appointed top scholar.

　　Murong Yin panicked and was at a loss.

　　Qian Jiaojiao never expected that Murong Yin would be so persistent as to climb over the wall and come in.

　　The moment she saw him, Qian Jiaojiao turned and left without hesitation.

　　"Jiaojiao, don't go. Let's talk this out, okay? That day wasn't my intention. I didn't want to touch that woman. It was my mother. My mother drugged me..."

　　"Third Prince, I don't want to discuss the facts with you. That's your business. If there's nothing else, please leave," Qian Jiaojiao interrupted him calmly.

　　Murong Yin felt as if a knife was cutting into his heart when he saw her complete aloofness and indifference.

　　"Jiaojiao, please don't be so cold to me, I..." Murong Yin panicked and was scared. For the first time in his life, his eyes reddened.

　　"Third Prince, I have said before that what I, Qian Jiaojiao, want is a husband whose body and heart belong to me. So whether you touched that woman willingly or unwillingly, it is no longer possible for us. I am about to get married, and the Third Prince is also going to take a concubine. Please do not come here again in the future, so as not to be seen and gossiped about."

　　"I'm not afraid of what others will say."

　　“But I’m afraid,” Qian Jiaojiao said, each word distinct and ruthless. “I don’t want my future husband to misunderstand.”

　　After saying that, Qian Jiaojiao pried open Murong Yin's hand, which was tightly gripping hers, and turned to leave.

　　Murong Yin tried to persuade her to stay, but Qian Jiaojiao slapped him without hesitation. "Third Prince, give up. There's no possibility for us anymore. Let's each find our own happiness in the future. Perhaps you don't need me."

　　Qian Jiaojiao left, leaving Murong Yin standing there.

　　Tears streamed down Murong Yin's face as he wept bitterly, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

　　Qian Jiaojiao left step by step, her steps firm.

　　Aunt Xiao took all of this in and embraced her daughter, who was also shedding tears.

　　"Jiaojiao, if you like him, you can..."

　　Before Aunt Xiao could finish speaking, Qian Jiaojiao interrupted her, "Aunt, there's no possibility between him and me."

　　It's impossible now, and it's impossible in the future.

　　Once she gets married, she will give her body and soul to the husband who will give himself and his body to her.

　　Qian Jiaojiao eventually married the top scholar.

　　After Qian Jiaojiao got married, Murong Yin also took the daughter of the Minister of Revenue as a concubine.

　　Afterwards, Murong Yin ascended the throne.

　　That top scholar was a man of strategy and ability. It is said that he was highly regarded by Emperor Murong Yin and rose through the ranks, eventually becoming the Grand Secretary. He and his wife Qian Jiaojiao were a loving couple throughout their lives. They had no concubines and had two sons and a daughter. Their eldest son married the daughter of General Meng Xiangbei.

　　Since ascending the throne, Murong Yin has worked diligently and conscientiously, becoming a wise ruler. However, he never held the position of empress throughout his life. He had countless concubines in the palace and fathered several princes and princesses, but in the end, the crown prince was adopted from a member of the imperial clan.

　　The highest-ranking concubine, the daughter of the former Minister of Revenue, spent her entire life in the harem in a position of great power, yet the emperor never stepped into her palace.

　　As Consort Lan lay dying, she kept repeating: "I'm sorry, my son, I'm so sorry..."

　　From the day she plotted against him, she never saw her son smile again. He did become emperor through his own abilities, but he was like a walking corpse.

　　He was busy with state affairs day and night, seemingly torturing his body as if he were abusing himself. In the end, this wise ruler died even earlier than his own mother.

　　-

　　After Qiao Qingjun's death, Meng Xiangbei returned to the underworld and put away the dream that belonged to Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er.

　　Turning around, he saw a ghostly figure gradually dissipating, and Meng Xiangbei immediately froze on the spot.

　　That's An ge'er.

　　"Nightmare Beast, thank you for weaving such a beautiful dream. My father and I both love it. If one of us has to have our soul dissipate, then let it be me. My father has suffered too much. He should be reincarnated and have a happy next life."

　　The one-year-old's face showed a maturity beyond his years, and even his voice was still childish, which inexplicably made people feel sorry for him.

　　Finally, he took the hand of Qiao Qingjun, whose mind was gradually clearing, and said, "Father, An ge'er is cured and has grown up happily."

　　"An ge'er, An ge'er..." Qiao Qingjun murmured An ge'er's name, his eyes becoming completely clear.

　　"An ge'er".

　　He wanted to hold An ge'er in his arms, but An ge'er's frail soul could no longer touch him.

　　"I'm so happy to be Daddy's child. Daddy promises me that we'll always be happy, okay?"

　　Qiao Qingjun wept, but because he was in spirit form, he couldn't shed a single tear. He nodded sadly.

　　"Let An ge'er call out one last time."

　　"Father..."

　　As the last childish yet intense cry faded away, that small figure vanished...

　　This world has ended.

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 　　Murong Yin frowned as he looked at Meng Xiangbei, who was defending the young doctor in front of him. He then examined the two men's clasped hands with a look of doubt in his eyes.

　　He hadn't spent much time with Meng Xiangbei, and had never even met him before. At most, when he learned that Jiaojiao liked Meng Xiangbei, he would secretly take his servant to spy on him, wanting to see what was so admirable about him.

　　And now, having just met for the first time, this person seems to be aloof and doesn't like interacting with people, yet he's defending the young doctor in front of him.

　　He glanced at Qiao Qingjun again and had to admit that he was an extremely handsome young man. Could it be that Meng Xiangbei had feelings for this young doctor...?

　　Murong Yin's expression was not very good.

　　"Ah Qing, are you alright?" Meng Xiangbei ignored Murong Yin and turned to ask Qiao Qingjun.

　　Qiao Qingjun felt a warm glow in his heart. He gazed greedily at the person in front of him, suppressing the urge to throw himself into their arms: "I'm fine. I'd like to treat General Qian."

　　"Okay." Meng Xiangbei didn't stop him, but whispered in his ear, "After you're cured, we'll settle the score properly."

　　Qiao Qingjun paused for a moment, understood the meaning behind Meng Xiangbei's words, and revealed a pitiful and longing expression.

　　Thinking of his husband's old ways of settling accounts, Qiao Qingjun inexplicably felt a pain in his buttocks and a soreness in his back.

　　Withdrawing his lingering gaze, Qiao Qingjun devoted himself entirely to treating Qian Zheng.

　　He used the medical techniques for treating external injuries from the surgical book that Meng Xiangbei had given him, along with a special wooden medicine box containing many bottles and jars, needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, and knives of different sizes and thicknesses.

　　"What are you going to do?" Someone shouted as Qiao Qingjun was about to touch Qian Zheng's leg with a knife that had been sterilized with strong liquor.

　　“Scrape off the rotten flesh on his legs,” Qiao Qingjun replied.

　　"This won't do." Everyone, including the doctors, stared wide-eyed.

　　“If you don’t scrape it off, it will get infected and won’t be cured,” Qiao Qingjun explained patiently, always gentle in nature.

　　"What is infection? How can you cut off this flesh? Wouldn't that be excruciatingly painful!" Not only the generals who had no medical experience, but even the imperial physicians and doctors were shocked, their eyes filled with doubt.

　　Meng Xiangbei could understand that in this era, medical technology was extremely backward. For example, if you were shot in the chest with an arrow, you would basically only be able to wait to die. If you were slashed in the chest, you would also die if you did not have good wound medicine to stop the bleeding in time. And those who were injured in the legs or arms mostly ended up losing their legs or arms.

　　Surgery was essentially nonexistent in this era.

　　"If you're unwilling and don't believe it, then don't cure him." Seeing their increasingly strong opposition, Meng Xiangbei's face grew darker and darker. He pulled Qiao Qingjun to his side and was about to drag him out.

　　He naturally hoped that Qian Zheng could be saved, but he was unwilling for Qiao Qingjun to receive such treatment in return.

　　The previously noisy sounds in the camp instantly fell silent.

　　"Wait." Seeing that Qiao Qingjun was about to be dragged out of the camp by Meng Xiangbei, Murong Yin spoke up to stop him.

　　"Young doctor, how confident are you?"

　　Meng Xiangbei frowned, his face dark as he looked at Murong Yin.

　　Qiao Qingjun knew that his husband was about to get angry, so he quickly tugged at his sleeve.

　　Meng Xiangbei managed to calm down a bit.

　　Qiao Qingjun looked at Murong Yin: "Qing will do everything in my power to heal him."

　　Murong Yin remained silent for a moment, then, perhaps with a "nothing to lose" mentality, said, "In that case, I'll leave it to you."

　　Those around him tried to stop him, but were silenced by Murong Yin's sharp, warning gaze.

　　With everyone silent, Qiao Qingjun didn't delay any longer and immediately went forward to treat Qian Zheng.

　　The unprecedented treatment methods he used greatly shocked everyone, except Meng Xiangbei.

　　Meng Xiangbei's gaze remained fixed on the busy, slender figure in front of him.

　　Compared to more than half a year ago, the boy has become much thinner, but fortunately his spirits are still good. He has probably experienced more things and has lost some of his childishness and gained more composure, especially during his medical treatment.

　　His face was tense, his expression serious, and he was completely focused, as if all the people and sounds around him did not exist.

　　Before Meng Xiangbei joined the army, he spent most of his time practicing martial arts at home. Even when he had free time, he would take the father and son shopping. He rarely went to the pharmacy and never saw Qiao Qingjun treating patients.

　　now……

　　Seeing Qiao Qingjun's serious expression, Meng Xiangbei's heart skipped a beat.

　　"Alright, rest well from now on and don't let the wounds get wet. I'll prescribe some more medicine." After treating Qian Zheng's leg and back injuries, Qiao Qingjun bandaged them up.

　　Qiao Qingjun then gave some more detailed instructions on other things that needed attention, such as that Qian Zheng might have a fever tonight, and the imperial physicians who stayed behind needed to pay close attention.

　　A royal physician, somewhat skeptical, stepped forward to take Qian Zheng's pulse.

　　Although Qian Zheng's pulse was still weak, it had stabilized.

　　Everyone was stunned, and it opened a new door in the medical field. It turned out that this method could be used to treat external injuries.

　　This method is more effective and better for patients.

　　The group of imperial physicians and doctors who had just been scoffing at Qiao Qingjun now looked at him with new respect, their eyes sparkling as if they were looking at a treasure. They all surrounded Qiao Qingjun, asking him questions about the techniques for treating external injuries.

　　Qiao Qingjun has always been passionate about medicine and has a natural affinity for doctors who heal the sick and save lives. He didn't take their mockery and distrust to heart and patiently answered their questions one by one.

　　While everyone was delighted, they also felt that Qiao Qingjun was a broad-minded person. Most doctors would keep their "unique family-inherited" medical skills to themselves, but this young doctor actually took the initiative to tell him.

　　People had a much better impression of Qiao Qingjun, the young doctor.

　　However, they also noticed that Qiao Qingjun seemed to lack some verbal expression skills. The doctors were all sharp-eyed and immediately saw his problem, but no one mentioned it or mocked him for it.

　　Meng Xiangbei looked at Qiao Qingjun, who was surrounded by a crowd, and felt extremely frustrated.

　　Seeing that they were discussing medical techniques endlessly, Meng Xiangbei stepped forward and pulled him out without regard for anything else.

　　"Young general, what are you doing? Why are you taking Doctor Qiao away?"

　　"That's right, you're not injured either."

　　"..."

　　Meng Xiangbei gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Aqing is my wife!"

　　Everyone: !?

　　Qiao Qingjun didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to admit it in public and even get angry. His hand was held by Meng Xiangbei's big hand, and his cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

　　When everyone looked over, Qiao Qingjun nodded slightly, his cheeks burning even hotter.

　　So, as the doctors were about to speak again, Qiao Qingjun was still taken away by Meng Xiangbei.

　　Meng Xiangbei took him directly to a secluded and quiet place where there was no one else.

　　Meng Xiangbei stopped walking and turned around, about to say something, when the boy rushed into his arms like a bird returning to its nest, hugging his strong waist with both hands.

　　"My love, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..." He repeatedly expressed his longing, and couldn't help but sob, like a pitiful little animal that had suffered a great injustice.

　　Meng Xiangbei raised his head and looked into his reddened and misty peach blossom eyes. The deep, unforgettable longing that had been buried there collapsed at this moment.

　　He lowered his head and kissed those rosy little lips fiercely.

　　He wrapped his arms tightly around the boy's slender, supple waist, almost as if he wanted to embed him into his own body.

　　The boy passively acknowledged his domineering and forceful nature, his body almost limp as water.

　　After a long while, their lips finally parted.

　　Meng Xiangbei gently traced the boy's swollen lips with his fingertip, then touched his forehead to his.

　　After both sides calmed down, Meng Xiangbei put on a serious face and began to interrogate: "Aqing, tell me, how did you end up here? Do you know where this is? Do you know how dangerous the battlefield is? One wrong move and you could easily lose your life."

　　The thought of Qiao Qingjun encountering various accidents and losing his life made Meng Xiangbei unable to suppress his anger, especially since the boy was simple-minded and not mentally sound.

　　Qiao Qingjun bit his lower lip, startled by Meng Xiangbei's stern face.

　　He tried hard to suppress his grievances and not let his tears fall.

　　"Aqing is worried about you and misses you, husband. An ge'er and master are also worried about you and misses you."

　　Qiao Qingjun stammered as he explained that they missed Meng Xiangbei so much and were so worried about him that he came to the military camp only after his master and An Ge'er agreed.

　　“…An ge’er had a nightmare, dreaming that husband’s hands and legs were gone. He was very sad, and Aqing was also sad. Here…” He pulled Meng Xiangbei’s hand and placed it on his chest: “Here, it hurts too.”

　　"And, husband, your face..."

　　Qiao Qingjun touched Meng Xiangbei's left cheek, where there was a very obvious scar that ruined the man's originally handsome appearance.

　　"It was just an accidental scratch, it's nothing," Meng Xiangbei reassured him.

　　Qiao Qingjun pressed his lips tightly together, tears streaming down his face.

　　Meng Xiangbei feigned anger: "What, am I not pretty enough? Does Aqing dislike me?"

　　Qiao Qingjun's eyes widened slightly, and he hurriedly shook his head.

　　"Whether my husband is handsome or not, I love him anyway. Please don't be angry, don't be mean to me."

　　Meng Xiangbei sighed. He hadn't originally planned to be harsh with Qiao Qingjun, but seeing the boy's expression, he couldn't bring himself to say a single harsh word.

　　He pulled the boy into his arms again, saying with a mixture of helplessness and affection, "You always leave me helpless. Oh well, what can I do when I love you so much?"

　　love!?

　　Qiao Qingjun nestled against Meng Xiangbei's chest, his ears particularly sharp as he caught the word: "My husband said he loves me."

　　Okay, I'm so happy.

　　At this moment, Qiao Qingjun felt no pity or grievances, only warmth.

　　Meng Xiangbei then asked about family matters, focusing on An ge'er and Imperial Physician Liu.

　　Speaking of these two, Qiao Qingjun's emotions rose again, and he recounted in detail what happened after Meng Xiangbei left.

　　For example, An ge'er's health is getting better and better, and he often talks about when his father will come back.

　　For example, what is the situation at the pharmacy, and what progress has his medical skills made?

　　For example, he would go to the temple with An ge'er to burn incense and pray for blessings, and he would regularly go to the teahouse to listen to Mr. Mu tell stories.

　　"...Now the people in Shuilu City really enjoy Mr. Mu telling the stories of the two soldiers surnamed Meng and Yang. He says that these two are brave and resourceful, and are rare talents among generals."

　　Qiao Qingjun imitated Mr. Mu's speech in a very convincing manner.

　　Qiao Qingjun hugged Meng Xiangbei's arm: "Aqing knows, that person must be my husband."

　　Meng Xiangbei smiled and pinched his nose: "Yes, you're the most clever one."

　　-

　　Qiao Qingjun stayed in the military camp because of his extraordinary medical skills. Every day, in addition to treating wounded soldiers, he spent the rest of his time discussing medical techniques with the doctors.

　　Qian Zheng regained consciousness the next day. He had thought he was doomed to die, but he never expected to wake up.

　　However, he also knew that with his current physical condition, he was no longer able to go to the battlefield.

　　"General Qian, I volunteer to lead the army to attack the Jiang Kingdom." Meng Xiangbei volunteered.

　　Yang Huaizhong, who was standing next to him, echoed his sentiment.

　　Qian Zheng had actually been waiting for the arrival of the two legendary soldiers, initially clinging to a sliver of hope, but the reality brought him an even greater surprise.

　　Putting everything else aside, Meng Xiangbei's martial arts skills alone are superior to his.

　　He then tested the two men's strategies and found that they were indeed both brave and resourceful.

　　"In that case, I will appoint you, Meng Xiangbei, as my deputy general, with Yang Huaizhong assisting you. Lead the army to attack the Jiang Kingdom and drive those ambitious Jiang soldiers out of our Great Sui Dynasty."

　　"This subordinate obeys the order."

　　The deeds of Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong had already spread throughout the Sui Dynasty army. Because they saved General Qian and the Third Prince on the battlefield, and Meng Xiangbei also wounded Jiang Sheng, the soldiers admired and respected the two of them.

　　The Sui Dynasty soldiers were immediately excited when they learned that the two men would lead them to attack the Jiang Kingdom.

　　"Attack the Jiang Kingdom and drive out the Sui Dynasty!"

　　With the Sui Dynasty generals united and their morale high, led by Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong, they began to attack the Jiang Kingdom.

　　The only people the Jiang Kingdom relied on besides Crown Prince Jiang Sheng were the Imperial Advisor who accompanied them and was skilled in making poison.

　　Jiang Sheng was injured and his martial arts skills were no match for Meng Xiangbei. Every time he faced Meng Xiangbei, he struggled greatly and almost lost his life several times.

　　His several lieutenants were also killed by Yang Huaizhong and Murong Yin.

　　The soldiers of the Jiang Kingdom were originally stronger than the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty, but the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were united at this time, and they lost their morale because of the defeat of their own crown prince.

　　It took the Jiang Kingdom two months to conquer two cities of the Sui Dynasty.

　　Meng Xiangbei and others responded to them in just one month.

　　The good news spread throughout the entire Sui Dynasty.

　　Every citizen of the Sui Dynasty beamed with joy.

　　Meng Xiangbei and his men did not stop there and continued their attack on the Jiang Kingdom.

　　However, this time the Crown Prince of Jiang Kingdom resorted to a treacherous scheme.

　　They used the poison created by the imperial advisor and sent spies to poison the enemy. In the end, it was Qiao Qingjun who led a group of military doctors to develop the antidote.

　　When the Third Prince was shot by a poisoned arrow and was on the verge of death, it was they who did their best to save him.

　　Another year passed, and Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong led the Sui Dynasty army to conquer eight cities of the Jiang Kingdom.

　　Two months ago, when Jiang Sheng was shot in the neck by Meng Xiangbei and died, the Jiang Kingdom soldiers were already in retreat.

　　It was at this time that the ruler of the Jiang Kingdom finally could not hold on any longer and sent a special envoy to negotiate peace. The emperor of the Sui Dynasty agreed, which meant that the war that had lasted for almost two years was finally over.

　　The army returned to the capital in triumph.

　　Meng Xiangbei finally had time to be with Qiao Qingjun.

　　Murong Yin looked at the couple's affectionate smiles and felt a pang of envy in his eyes.

　　He knew a year ago that Meng Xiangbei and Qiao Qingjun were husband and wife, that they loved each other and had only each other in their eyes and hearts.

　　He remembered that when he first thought about Qian Jiaojiao and Meng Xiangbei, he made a point of asking them about it.

　　Ask Meng Xiangbei how he made Qian Jiaojiao fall in love with him, and ask him why he didn't want Qian Jiaojiao.

　　He remembered that this was how Meng Xiangbei answered back then.

　　"My contact with Miss Qian was at the request of my mother, Lady Zhongyuan. However, the only person I love is Aqing, and Aqing has also given birth to my child. I will never let them down in this life."

　　"As for Miss Qian, she has feelings for me, but I think what she really wants is not necessarily me. What she wants is a husband who is devoted to her and whose heart and soul belong only to her. In other words, a lifelong, monogamous relationship."

　　Murong Yin was immediately stunned.

　　The words "one life, one love, one partner" kept echoing in his ears.

　　In that instant, he suddenly realized that this was the reason why Qian Jiaojiao was unwilling to accept him.

　　Because he would have concubines and wives, and would have children with other women, Qian Jiaojiao would not be with him no matter how much she liked him.

　　But isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines?

　　Especially as a prince, he had never heard of any royal or noble man marrying only one woman.

　　Murong Yin's worldview was greatly shaken, and he remained silent for a long time.

　　On the way back to the capital in triumph, he was constantly lost in thought.

　　When he was almost in the capital, he finally understood and made up his mind. His previously melancholy eyes regained their luster.

　　He made up his mind. He loved Qian Jiaojiao and he wanted to give her a promise of a lifetime of love and companionship.

　　-

　　This great battle made Meng Xiangbei and Yang Huaizhong, who were previously unknown, famous. Meng Xiangbei, in particular, became the new generation of war god of the Sui Dynasty after Qian Zheng.

　　Qiao Qingjun, with his medical skills, became known as a miracle doctor among soldiers and civilians.

　　Upon arriving in the capital, Qian Zheng led his troops to pay homage to the emperor.

　　The emperor was overjoyed and immediately appointed Meng Xiangbei as the second-rank Zhenbei General, Yang Huaizhong as the third-rank Anyuan General, and the third prince Murong Yin as the crown prince because of his military achievements and his virtue and talent.

　　Qiao Qingjun and other military doctors also received rewards, especially Qiao Qingjun, who was bestowed with a plaque by the Emperor himself.

　　The emperor originally wanted him to be the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, but Qiao Qingjun refused.

　　The emperor originally wanted to reward Qian Zheng, but Qian Zheng said that he was too old, so he resigned from his post and handed over his military power.

　　The emperor handed over military power to Meng Xiangbei, and the emperor conferred the title of Duke upon Qian Zheng.

　　-

　　"What did you say? That little bastard went to join the army and was even appointed as a second-rank General of the Northern Garrison by the Emperor."

　　Upon hearing the news, Madam Meng at the Marquis of Zhongyuan's residence was so shocked that she collapsed into a chair.

　　The old woman next to her was holding a baby who was about one year old.

　　That was the second son that Lady Meng gave birth to that year, and the second child she had swindled from Marquis Zhongyuan.

　　Author's Note: This story will end tomorrow, yay! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-03-06 17:36:40 and 2020-03-07 17:38:33!

　　Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: 35701224 (10 bottles); and his mouth (1 bottle).

　　Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!`

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