"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
Nangong Mo woke up with a series of heavy coughs, feeling very weak.
He tried to sit up.
Old Man Guo and Old Man Wu, the two elders, quickly turned around, both wanting to help him.
But at this moment, a figure climbed into the carriage.
"You're awake."
A slender jade hand grasped Nangong Mo's raised right hand.
After helping Nangong Mo sit up, Gu Qianying naturally sat opposite him.
To the side, the two old men quietly withdrew.
Inside the carriage, there were only Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo.
At this time, Nangong Mo's face was still very pale.
Beneath his handsome face, he looked very tired, his condition not good.
Seeing this, Gu Qianying placed a soft cushion behind him to act as a backrest, making him more comfortable.
"Wife, I am too useless, making you suffer."
His long fingers touched her red hair that was spread out behind her.
Nangong Mo's eyes were filled with heartache.
His wife's red hair seemed to have grown a bit longer.
He knew what this meant.
"Silly, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Gu Qianying smiled and pinched Nangong Mo's cheek.
With a look of playful reproach, she said, "I have a husband who dotes on me and loves me, and a baby on the way. Why would I be suffering? This is clearly a time of happiness."
As she spoke, Gu Qianying personally fed him the warm stomach porridge she had prepared.
As she lowered her gaze to blow on the porridge, Nangong Mo raised his hand and stroked her head.
When he looked at her, his eyes always held an unresolvable tenderness.
Outside the carriage, the snow had not stopped, snowflakes were falling gracefully, and the wind picked up, feeling a bit cold.
Inside the carriage, there was a warm and cozy atmosphere.
After Gu Qianying and the others came down from the back mountain, they bid farewell to Lu Zhu, the leader of the Wu Clan tribe.
When they left,
Lu Zhu cried very sadly.
"Miss, take this with you. You might need it in the future."
Lu Zhu wiped her tears with a handkerchief and handed a Wu technique incantation to Gu Qianying.
Just as she said not to cry, she turned and hugged Gu Qianying again.
Her young lady was leaving, and she was reluctant to part.
Tears fell like broken strings of pearls, uncontrollable.
"Alright, silly girl, you are now the leader of the Wu Clan. How can you be so childish? Although we are parting now, we will see each other again in the future."
Gu Qianying gently pushed Lu Zhu away, reached out to flick her nose, and personally wiped away her tears with her hand.
Looking at Lu Zhu's red, tear-filled eyes, she felt a pang of sympathy.
After all, they had spent many years together, and she was naturally reluctant to part.
But Lu Zhu had her own mission, and she wouldn't be selfish enough to ask Lu Zhu to follow her everywhere.
Moreover, she felt that Lu Zhu staying here and living a normal life was much better than following her on her adventures.
To the side,
Meng Xiangxiang was also in tears.
"Young Master Du, how long... will you be gone? Will we... meet again?"
Yesterday, she heard that Young Master Du was leaving.
She had cried all night.
Looking at Meng Xiangxiang's personal maid, who was packing the man's belongings into his bag one by one.
Du Chun remained silent.
Seeing that Du Chun had nothing to say to her and did not respond to her questions.
Meng Xiangxiang cried even harder.
She bit her lower lip, sobbing.
Lowering her gaze, she watched as the long boots she had personally made moved further and further away from her sight until she could no longer see them.
She dared not even look up at Du Chun, not even his departing back.
Just now, his lack of response to her questions.
It meant that Young Master Du Chun did not like her and had no feelings for her.
Her heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, causing immense pain.
Meng Xiangxiang tightly clenched her embroidered handkerchief.
Her sharp fingernails almost dug into the flesh of her palm.
The pain from her palm was far less than the pain in her heart.
Suddenly,
The departing long boots reappeared in her sight.
A gentle and elegant voice sounded in Meng Xiangxiang's ears.
"The next time we meet... it will be when I bring the betrothal gifts to your door to marry you. Xiangxiang... wait for me, okay?"
The embroidered handkerchief was suddenly released from her grip, and Meng Xiangxiang abruptly looked up.
With tears still in her eyes, Meng Xiangxiang looked at Du Chun in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly from surprise.
"You... are you telling the truth... you... you really want to marry me?"
Du Chun smiled.
His smile was like a spring breeze.
"Hmm? Xiangxiang... you don't want to?"
"No! I do!"
Meng Xiangxiang's voice was loud.
Du Chun smiled again.
The others nearby also smiled.
A blush crept onto Meng Xiangxiang's cheeks, and she covered her face and ran away.
Her personal maid followed behind her.
But after a few steps, Meng Xiangxiang turned back, disregarding her composure, and shouted towards Du Chun, "Young Master Du... I am willing to wait for you."
With that, Meng Xiangxiang disappeared from view.
Gu Qianying, Old Man Guo, Old Man Wu, and the others exchanged smiles.
When they looked at Du Chun, he also smiled at Gu Qianying.
There are many ways to love someone.
One kind of love is letting go.
Gu Qianying returned his smile.
It's so good.
Du Chun has finally opened up.
Gu Qianying placed her hands on the arms of Nangong Mo's wheelchair, leaned over, and pulled the blanket further over Nangong Mo.
"Are you cold?"
Gu Qianying touched Nangong Mo's palm.
With his immortal bone extracted, Nangong Mo's body seemed to be more sensitive to the cold.
Nangong Mo shook his head at her.
He reached out and placed his hand on Gu Qianying's slightly bulging belly.
"I really wish this little one could come out sooner."
Ever since his wife became pregnant, he had consulted several midwives.
They said that women would become more and more uncomfortable as they progressed in pregnancy.
He did not want his wife to suffer so much.
If only this little one in her belly could come out earlier.
But he also knew that a woman's pregnancy lasted ten months, and the fruit would ripen naturally.
There was still a long way to go.
Gu Qianying smiled at him, remaining silent, and together they touched her belly.
At this moment, on the other side.
Lola Yata, who was in the same carriage as Nangong Li.
She lifted the curtain and looked at Nangong Mo, who was sitting in his wheelchair, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
She would have a chance!
Just as she was about to lower the curtain, Gu Qianying looked at her.
Those were eyes like a blade, chilling to the bone.
Lola Yata's face turned pale, and she quickly lowered the curtain.
Nangong Li, sitting next to her, noticed her pale complexion.
He quickly asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Lola Yata shook her head at Nangong Li, moved closer to him, and leaned into his embrace.
"A Li, when we reach the empire, let's pick out some things for children and give them to Qianying, okay?"
Nangong Li's body stiffened. He gently pushed Lola Yata away, his eyes glaring at her: "What do you want to do now?"
Seeing Nangong Li's wary gaze.
A hint of disgust flashed in Lola Yata's eyes, but she said, "A Li, I was wrong before. Now that I am pregnant, I only want to be with you. Those you care about, I will also care about. Seeing that Qianying is about to give birth, it's only right for us to give her some small clothes and accessories, isn't it?"
After several explanations, Nangong Li believed Lola Yata.
Little did he know that Lola Yata had already begun to pave the way for her plan...