She was so small; if things continued like this, she might not survive for long.
"Bring Mo Chou over to me."
"Miss, perhaps you shouldn't look," Mo Chou said, seeing her mistress's dejected expression, fearing she wouldn't be able to bear it.
But Mu Qingyao insisted, and Mo Chou had no choice but to place the infant beside her mistress. The child lay motionless, occasionally letting out a sob. If she continued to be so restless, she wouldn't make it past morning.
It was pitiful that after all the effort, her mistress had given birth to such a peculiar creature.
"You," Mu Qingyao murmured unconsciously, "are we destined enemies from a past life, to be born and torment me like this?"
As soon as she spoke, the little one, who had been crying with her eyes closed and sobbing intensely, strangely stopped.
She opened her eyes, her ink-black pupils as dazzling as stars, staring intently at Mu Qingyao. A glimmer of anticipation shimmered in her gaze, as if yearning for something.
Mo Chou stared at the scene in astonishment, taking a long time to find her voice.
"Miss, this is too strange. Why is this happening?" These phenomena, inexplicable by natural laws, made Mo Chou's scalp tingle and her palms break out in a cold sweat.
As the eldest daughter in her family, she had several younger siblings and had personally cared for some of them. She had never witnessed anything so peculiar.
Mu Qingyao also found it strange, her heart deeply shaken. This child was hers, and its unusual behavior left her utterly bewildered.
The only explanation was that they truly had a karmic entanglement from a past life. But with whom was she entangled in such a complicated fate?
Was it Xiao Rui, or Qiao Nan?
Thinking of Qiao Nan, Mu Qingyao's expression turned cold, her pupils sharp as knives, and she glared furiously at the newborn infant.
The infant's eyes were so clear and bright, with a subtle, mirthful charm. This expression was so similar, so uncannily like Qiao Nan.
Qingyao felt a wave of dizziness. Would heaven really play such a trick on her, not content with harming her once, but sending Qiao Nan back to torment her? Though not one hundred percent certain,
The more Qingyao thought about it, the more her heart felt as if doused with cold water. She stared at the newborn infant and slowly, deliberately, spoke.
"You're not... Qiao Nan, are you?"
As the words fell, the infant broke into a wide, adorable smile. But to Mu Qingyao's eyes, it was the smile of a demon. She could bear it no longer and fainted.
In the room, Mo Chou cried out in panic, "Miss, Miss!"
Beside them, the infant's cry could also be heard. In truth, she wasn't crying but trying to speak, only no one understood.
This infant was indeed Qiao Nan reborn. This was her fifth rebirth as an infant. On the Naihe Bridge, she refused Meng Po's soup, remembering her past life.
No matter into which family she was reborn, she would die within three days, becoming a troublesome figure for King Yama.
Finally, he had to agree to her request to be reborn near Su Chen, to fulfill her unfinished wish from her previous life. At the moment of her death, she had only one wish.
She hoped to see Su Chen find someone who truly loved her and to witness her wedding gown ceremony. At that time, she wouldn't care even if her soul scattered.
In this life, she thought she would see Su Chen, but the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a stranger.
So, as always, she prepared to die. Who knew that Su Chen hadn't been reincarnated but had directly soul-traversed to ancient times? Now, she had become her child.
Then what about that man? Did he truly love her? Qiao Nan's heart was filled with a string of questions. But for now, Su Chen had fainted. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cry out louder.
"Su Chen, Su Chen (ah, ah)!"
In the dark night, within the Valley of No Emotion, screams and wails continued, eventually drawing everyone in.
In the room, Wu Qing impassively took Mu Qingyao's pulse. He quickly took out a pill from his person and gestured to Mo Chou, "Give this to her. How did she faint so suddenly?"
His slender brows furrowed as his gaze swept over the person on the bed. After giving birth, her small face, sharp chin, and fair skin were slightly pale. Long eyelashes concealed her intelligent eyes, hiding their sharpness.
Her black hair was messily scattered on the pillow, evoking an involuntary sense of pity. Wu Qing was startled by this thought. Wasn't he a person without blood or emotion?
Why had his master named him Wu Qing, hoping he would be devoid of desires and feelings? Were the past hurts not enough?
Wu Qing's expression turned cold, and he moved. Qing Feng walked over and pushed him out. The young master's fleeting change of expression was entirely captured by Qing Feng's eyes, and he couldn't help but worry.
"Is the young master alright?"
He was moved, yes. Though he resisted, as his attendant, he knew his young master was moved. He wasn't as reckless as Ming Yue, who could never understand the young master's thoughts, but Qing Feng understood?
"Young master, let's go back. She will be fine."
"Alright, let's go back." In the night, his voice was as cold as ice. But this suppressed emotion would one day break free like a wild horse. Could the young master remain so calm then?
Qing Feng pushed the young master away without a word.
Inside the room, Mo Chou had already helped her mistress take the pill. This was a pill from the ghost doctor Wu Qing, something ordinary people could never obtain. She believed that after taking it, her mistress would be out of danger.
After taking the medicine, her mistress's pale complexion quickly improved, her breathing even, and she slept soundly.
In the room, Mo You and Ming Yue were still present. The two youths raised their eyebrows curiously at the infant in Mo Chou's hands, "She's stopped crying."
"Yes, after Miss said one sentence, she stopped crying. Then Miss fainted."
Mo Chou's heart trembled uncontrollably. She still couldn't accept the infant's peculiar behavior from beginning to end. Those eyes did not possess the innocent clarity of a baby, but rather seemed to hold a multitude of things within them.
Now, tired from crying, she slept, still a rosy and adorable infant.
Although Mo You and Ming Yue found it strange, night was deep. The two youths withdrew.
Mo Chou placed the infant beside her mistress, tidied up, and rested on the soft couch in the room. She had been staying in her mistress's room to care for her.
Morning was the most beautiful time in Wuyou Valley.
Crystal dewdrop hung on the branches and leaves. Sunlight pierced through layers of gaps, shining on the dewdrops, gently swaying with moving radiance, as dazzling as crystals.
Flowers and grass were nourished, swaying gently in the wind. Peach blossoms fell in profusion, scattering across the ground.
Birds cut through the clouds, occasionally letting out clear and pleasant chirps.
The entire morning was warm and beautiful, but a sudden scream shattered this peaceful serenity, startling several birds into flight and shaking dewdrop from the branches.