Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Yan Xijun had always felt uneasy. Her sixth sense told her that something would happen, and her premonition was indeed correct.

  Her face was rubbed by a hand with long fingers, and Yan Xijun, who was startled awake in the middle of the night, opened her dazed eyes and, relying on the dim moonlight, couldn't see clearly who the person at the head of the bed was, but could only vaguely make out that it was a tall and slender man.

  Yan Xijun thought it was Chu Yixuan. The previous few days, one evening he also came at midnight. At that time, he also stroked her face like this. Then she fell asleep quickly and when she woke up again, he was gone.

  Let her think it's still a dream. So this time she also didn't bother to care. Also thought it was a dream. Then closed her eyes again, ready to fall asleep.

  But the person by the bed was also hateful, relentlessly touching her face with his rough and calloused hands, causing her pain. Yan Xijun hated it most when people disturbed her sleep. She angrily pressed down on his hand and said: "Your Majesty, what do you want to do? Are you going to let me sleep or not?"

  In the dark of night. The person beside him let out a cold snort. "Hmph. Your Majesty. I am your concubine."

  That voice carried a heavy sense of discontent, and an inexplicable chill.

  This voice isn't Chu Yixuan's, but she can't think of who it is either. Yan Xijun's muddled brain suddenly clears up a bit. She furrows her brow and says: "Who are you?"

  The faint moonlight only shone on his back. He had his back to the light. For a moment, she couldn't see who he was either.

  "Hmph." He let out a cold laugh, his tone heavy with disappointment. "Even I've forgotten who you are. Is the only one in your heart still the Emperor?"

  A tone of disappointment accompanied by a cold laugh. Yan Xijun suddenly thought of who the newcomer was. She panicked and sat up abruptly. "Ming, you misunderstood me."

  "I misunderstood you. Then who were you just calling?" Chu Chengming grasped her hand with a great deal of force, trying to vent the anger in his heart onto her hand. Who let her open her mouth and make him hear something he didn't want to hear?

  "Just now was an accident." The small hand was pinched by him until it hurt. Yan Xijun endured the pain, looking at him and hastily explaining.

  "Unexpected. Hmph. Many unexpected things have happened to you." Chu Chengming asked coldly, controlled by anger and vinegar intention.

  Yan Xijun looked at him with a difficult expression. "What do you mean."

  "What do you mean, don't you know?" Chu Cheng Ming shook off her hand and pointed at her belly, saying: "Is the little brat in your womb also an accident?"

  Chu Cheng Ming felt extremely depressed in his heart. The words she said that night still lingered in his mind: I love you very much, I love you very much.

  What kind of love is hers? One moment she was making vows with him, the next moment she became pregnant with someone else's child, and it was even the child of the person he hated the most.

  He was angry. He was furious. He was heartbroken. He resented her. When he found out she was pregnant, he hated her so much that he swore to never see her again. But just two short months later, he couldn't control himself and came to see her anyway.

  She really made him heartbroken. Not only did she not recognize who he was, but also took him for someone else.

  "Please mind your words. What a little scoundrel. This is my child."

  In the dark of night, Yan Xijun didn't see the sadness in his eyes. Seeing him humiliate her child like this, she also spoke angrily.

  "Of course I know it's your child, and it's still your child with him." Chu Cheng Ming said sorrowfully. He pulled open the bed curtains, got up in anger, and turned his head away.

  Yan Xijun detected a hint of unease in his words. She was no longer annoyed with him. Concerned, she asked: "What's wrong?"

  Chu Cheng Mo didn't make a sound. He sat quietly in the large armchair, his eyes staring blankly at the hazy moonlight outside the window.

  Through the thin moonlight, his entire body was covered with a layer of silver color. He sat with his back to her. The lonely shadow made Yan Xijun unable to bear looking at him anymore.

  "Damn it." Yan Xijun muttered to herself, without hesitation, she got out of bed and came to his side, gently patted his shoulder: "What's wrong with you tonight?"

  “……”

  "Is it on purpose to see me?" Yan Xijun saw that he didn't respond, so she asked casually.

  Chu Cheng Ming suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Xiu Jun into his arms, letting her sit on his thigh, gazing at her with a deep and mysterious look in his eyes.

  Yan Xijun almost cried out in surprise. She looked at him with a terrified expression. The two of them were very close, almost face to face. A flush of shyness rose up on her face.

  "Don't look at me like that." He was made to feel very embarrassed. Yan Xijun turned his head away and also covered his eyes with his hand.

  Chu Cheng Mo pulled down her hand and still looked at her with that resentful gaze. He swallowed his words again.

  Yan Xijun said: "If there's anything you want to say, just say it. I'm listening."

  "Do you love me?"

  He didn't expect him to ask such a question. Yan Xijun answered him very affirmatively: "Love."

  "Do you love me now?"

  Yan Xijun furrowed her brow and sank into thought for a moment. "Now..."

  "Answer me quickly." He asked in a low voice.

  A sharp pain shot up her waist, forcing Yan Xijun to look into his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "I love you."

  "Since you said you love me, will you listen to me?" Chu Cheng Ming asked again, staring at her steadily. Although he was very happy that she still loved him, there was one thing that had been bothering him and he needed to take care of it in order to feel at ease.

  Yan Xijun was not ambiguous either. She didn't lose her mind for him. Looking at his god-like face, it was just a bit pale and transparent. She was a little dazed and forgot to answer his words.

  "Where has your mind wandered to? I'm talking to you." A faint spark of irritation flashed in his eyes. Chu Chengming gently shook Yan Xikun's shoulder, saying gruffly.

  "Ah, I'm listening." Yan Xijun stretched out her hands and wrapped them around his neck, her expression soft as she said, "If what you say makes sense, of course I'll listen."

  Gazing silently at Yan Xijun, Chu Chengming liked her intimate posture. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, planting a light kiss on her forehead. Holding her hand, he said with deep emotion: "Leave the palace with me now, okay?"

  Yan Xijun shook her head. "Not yet."

  "I didn't help you find the book you wanted. Moreover, you haven't taken revenge yet. Have you decided to put aside your hatred?"

  "I can take you out of the palace and avenge myself, while also protecting you. He will never find you." A stubborn expression flashed in Chu Chengming's eyes. He had come here tonight to take her away with him.

  "You don't have to help me find that book anymore, I'll arrange for someone else to do it. Just focus on leaving the palace with me." Chu Chengming thought she was worried about his revenge plan since she didn't say a word.

  A bitter smile floated up on Yan Xizhun's lips. She sorrowfully stroked her slightly rounded belly. "I'm afraid it's impossible to leave the palace at ease now."