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.
Author's Note: I have a feeling I'm about to receive a knife (a type of razor blade) from the mail, what should I do? *shivers* . Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-03-07 17:38:33 and 2020-03-08 18:44:13!
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