Side story: How the child was conceived (4)

Song Yutang didn't push him away, just patted his back gently, like coaxing a three-year-old child, slowly and gently.

She suddenly remembered something, turned her head and glanced at Jiang Muyan, and then said to Muzong of Jing, "If you have to do something to make yourself feel better... then take care of Wei Xun from Duke Wei's mansion."

Muzong of Jing raised his head with tears in his eyes, glanced at Jiang Muyan along her gaze, and suddenly said anxiously, "Since he is my mother's husband, he is my father. As long as you don't leave and stay, I will recognize him as my father and be filial to him."

Jiang Muyan raised his eyebrows, and a rare softness flashed across his eyes.

Song Yutang slapped him on the forehead again, and scolded him angrily and funnyly, "You said something stupid again. Anyway, just take more care of Wei Xun."

Muzong of Jing nodded desperately with red eyes. "I promise you, I will take care of him."

At this moment, Song Yutang looked down at his hands.

The fingertips are becoming transparent little by little, like a wisp of mist blown away by the wind, and the edges are so blurry that they almost melt into the air.

She suddenly looked up at Jiang Muyan and found that his outline was gradually fading away, and the color of his suit was getting lighter inch by inch.

Muzong of Jing also noticed it, and tightened his arms in horror, his knuckles turning white with force. "Auntie! I beg you, don't leave!"

Song Yutang's eyes filled with heat again, but he tried his best to put on a gentle smile, "Qi'er, I am very satisfied to see you again. I am even more satisfied to be able to bring Muyan to see you. From now on, you must be good."

Jiang Muyan walked over quickly and reached out to hold Song Yutang's wrist.

This time, he actually touched her skin.

It's warm and real.

He lowered his voice and spoke a little fast, "The time has come, it's better not to have too many ties with this world, so as not to create a butterfly effect."

Song Yutang nodded and held his hand firmly.

The two of them walked side by side toward the palace gate.

Muzong of Jing stumbled off the bed, his legs became weak, he knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands towards their backs, and cried heartbreakingly.

It reminds me of my helpless look when I was bullied and humiliated by Li Zerui and Song Lian'er when I was a child.

Song Yutang paused for a moment and did not look back. He just waved his hand behind him with a smile and tears, "You must get better and live your life well. My mother-in-law will be fine in another place."

Jiang Muyan also turned sideways and waved towards the embarrassed emperor on the ground. "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Muzong of Jing fell on the ground, crying so hard that his shoulders shook violently, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "In the next life, if there is a next life, I will still be my grandma's child. I don't mind that he has nothing, and I am willing to be his son."

Jiang Muyan laughed and pointed in his direction, with a tone that was both joking and serious. "Then I'll wait for you, brat."

The two figures became lighter and lighter, like dust blown away by the wind, dissolving into the air bit by bit.

Before the last outline faded completely, Song Yutang looked back.

The emperor kneeling on the ground was already crying like a helpless child.

The palace door closed again, and there was silence all around.

Muzong of Jing suddenly sat up from the dragon bed.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was stained with tears, and the bright yellow pillowcloth was soaked in a large area.

He gasped for air and glanced around in panic.

The imperial doctor knelt on the ground, the maids and eunuchs looked at each other in confusion, and the medicine stove was still gurgling with bitter juice. Everything was no different from before he fell asleep.

The personal eunuch who was keeping watch next to him looked over cautiously. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty? What's wrong with you?"

Muzong of Jing stared at his hands in a daze, then suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the palace door.

It was empty there, nothing.

He slowly raised his hands and covered his face, his shoulders shook violently, and he cried silently into tears.

He was only ten years old when he ascended the throne.

But now he is in his thirties.

For more than 20 years, he did not see his mother-in-law again.

In the past twenty years, no one has cared about whether he is cold or not, whether he is hungry or whether he has grown taller like A Niang.

Everyone regarded him as an emperor.

Respect him, fear him, be afraid of him, hate him, blame him, but no longer love him.

He hoped that the dream just now was true.

I hope that Aniang will really live a good life in another world, find the person she truly loves, and have a warm home.

He also hopes that if there is an afterlife, he can become A Niang's real child.

Jiang Family In the master bedroom of the manor, the couple sat up from the bed almost at the same time, their chests heaving, and a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads.

The room was extremely quiet, except for each other's slightly rapid breathing.

The two of them stood face to face for a long time, their eyes colliding with each other, and they both saw a kind of trance that had not completely subsided in the other's eyes.

Jiang Muyan spoke first, his voice still a little hoarse. "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yutang raised his hand and pressed his temples, and took a long breath. "I had a dream... a very long dream."

Jiang Muyan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Did you... dream that you returned to the Jing Dynasty?"

Song Yutang suddenly looked up at him. "How do you know?"

Jiang Muyan:"... because I dreamed about it too."

Song Yutang was stunned and opened his mouth. It took him a long time to find his voice. "Did you see it too?"

"That brat ate Black Guard of Impermanence in one mouthful and said he wanted to make me a duke."

Song Yutang couldn't help but smile, and then calmed down. "How could we both have the same dream?"

Jiang Muyan leaned on the bed and thought for a while, "It's hard to say. But this is not the first time. I wore Jing Dynasty before, and you can see it in my dream. Now I dream about him together again... Maybe, this is probably the bond between people."

Song Yutang lowered his eyes thoughtfully and nodded slightly. "That may be the case... there are some things between people that cannot be explained clearly."

Jiang Muyan turned his head to look at her and suddenly laughed, "But to be honest, your son is quite filial and looks like a human being. Although he is not an eternal wise king, he is at least a good emperor with a conscience."

Song Yutang was immediately proud. "Of course, I taught it myself."

Jiang Muyan nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I seemed to vaguely hear him saying... that he wants to be our son?"

Song Yutang's smile paused for a moment, and then he sighed softly, "In fact, in my previous life, I often regretted that he was not my biological child. If I could have a son like him... it would be great. I don't think he is worthless."

Jiang Muyan was amused by her words, and his eyebrows widened. "Don't be so harsh. He actually has a good reputation among the emperors, but due to the current situation, he doesn't have many opportunities to make contributions. But to be honest, he is an emperor after all, and his IQ and ability are top-notch. What's more, in terms of metaphysics, the emperor's dragon energy is not something ordinary people can get. If he can be our son, then we will make a lot of money."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yutang suddenly covered his mouth, bent down, and retched violently.

Jiang Muyan's smile instantly froze on his face, and he reached out to support her back almost reflexively. "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Yutang waved his hands and retched again before reluctantly standing up. His face turned pale, and he looked confused. "I don't know... I suddenly felt sick..."

Jiang Muyan stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes slowly falling from her face to her flat belly. "Could it be..."

Song Yutang followed his gaze and glanced down at his belly, and was stunned. "No way..."

Jiang Muyan:"... Probably... yes."