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That trembling mood returned again...

Yan Qi remembered the heart-wrenching pain during that time, every time she had a stomachache, she would feel anxious, afraid of losing her child.

Sorrow lingered in Yan Qi, and his clothes were wrinkled and ugly due to the force of the trembling.

Yu Chenlie couldn't continue to take another step, and stood at the door in a daze.

"Yu Chenlie, where did you bury the child I aborted before?" Yan Qi suppressed his tears, trying not to immerse himself in sadness.

Yu Chenlie was dumb, and his voice was low, "Princes under the age of eight cannot be buried in the imperial mausoleum after death. I ordered him to be buried in the Panlong Palace."

Buried there, it can remind Yu Chenlie all the time that he and Yan Qi once had a child!

Yan Qi wiped away tears, "I want to see it."

Yu Chenlie's eyes fell on Yan Qi's stomach, "If you promise me to take good care of your body and ensure the safe birth of my emperor's son, I can promise you."

Yan Qi nodded, "Okay."

Sliding her gaze down, Yan Qi looked at the flat stomach, she would not let a little life leave her again.

The two of them walked to the imperial garden of the Panlong Palace. The red plums in the yard had been replaced by clusters of flowers. In the far corner, there was a slanted plum tree standing tremblingly. A cut mark of a knife and axe was very conspicuous. , Long-term lack of nutrition, resulting in plum trees still not growing branches and leaves in this season.

"Back when Xiliu said he was allergic to plum blossoms and cut off the red plums in Panlong Hall, I was afraid that I would not be able to remember the location, so I kept this one alone, and the child was buried under the plum tree."

Yan Qi sobbed, covered his mouth and cried bitterly. During the hundred days of being pregnant with the child, the memories of each day rushed out, from the secret joy when he was pregnant, to the sneaky way of protecting him, to the violent pain after witnessing his father's tragic death. pain……

Inch by inch touched Yan Qi's heart, she almost fainted from crying, her eyes turned black.

"Yan Qi, you promised that I would give birth to this child!" Yu Chenlie supported Yan Qi who was about to faint, "Have you ever heard a saying? A child who is not born for the first time will be reincarnated into her In the mother's womb, this is my child! You owe me a child!"

is it?

How nice would it be if it were true?

With Yu Chenlie's words floating in Yan Qi's mind, he touched the plum tree with his skinny palm, his trembling body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any moment, his thin body was already on the verge of collapse.

She thought she would never be able to conceive a child again, and God, gave her another chance, even if it was almost unbearable in the mother's womb.

"I will give birth to him well." Yan Qi looked at Yu Chenlie firmly, if the man also expected this child, at least he wouldn't die like the first one.

The child is already Yan Qi's last reason to live.

Seeing the firmness in the woman's eyes, Yu Chenlie suddenly felt relieved that in October, he would have his own child.

The trembling raindrops began to fall, and the raindrops wet Yan Qi's hair. Yu Chenlie walked up to her in a few steps, and raised the sleeve of the golden silk dragon robe to block her, "You are pregnant, you can't be cold , let’s go, follow me back to Panlong Hall.”

The memories overlapped for a moment, and Yan Qi remembered that Yu Chenlie once protected her from the rain when he was young.

A slight smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, her eyes fell on Chen Lie's figure shielding her from the wind and rain, and she was reluctant to leave for a long time.

It may be because of her delicate body. When Yan Qi was pregnant with this child, it was far more difficult than the first time. It was only half a month later, and Yan Qi's face was pale all day long due to morning sickness. Dare to have a little slack.

Liuyun Palace.

The crackling is full of fragments of the vase.

"Why! Why! How can Yan Qi get pregnant, but my stomach doesn't move." Xiao Xiliu smashed the vase viciously, and sat angrily on the imperial concubine chair.

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