Married and Obedient to the Husband

"I knew it, I knew you didn't dare to kill me." Na Yilin fell on the bed and laughed wildly.

"My Xifan is so powerful, if you kill me, you will offend Xifan. Do you dare to confront Xifan?" Na Yilin laughed arrogantly.

Ye Wuchang folded his arms calmly, ignored Na Yilin's crazy words, and sneered, "I won't kill you, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of Xifan, but..."

Ye Wuchang raised the corners of his lips with a vicious smile, "What kind of crimes have my child suffered, I want you to return even the principal and interest. That kind of medicine is really good, and it makes people feel miserable, but there is no antidote. Every attack can only be temporarily relieved by drinking it. The next attack will be more painful than the last one. This kind of thing can only be produced by a perverted royal family like you. And I will not let you die easily, absolutely Won't."

Ye Wuchang sneered again and again, that kind of smile was cold to the bone, making people tremble with fear, Na Yilin stepped back in horror with her hands on her hands.

At this moment, someone brought another bowl of medicine up, and when Na Yilin saw the maid who brought the medicine up, her eyes widened in horror, it turned out to be her maid, Caiqin.

"Caiqin, you traitor, what are you going to do?" Na Yilin panicked and frightened.

"I'm not a traitor, I've always been a member of the Devil's Cult." Caiqin walked up with the bowl of medicine in her hands, "It's really a headache to wait on you, Miss, who is lurking in Xifan all the time. I still deeply remember the whip every few days, Princess Nayilin, today you should have a good taste of this medicine."

Na Yilin panicked, and turned to Ye Wuchang for help, "Brother Ye, I was wrong, please forgive me this time, we are already husband and wife, you can't treat me like this."

Na Yilin begged for mercy in panic.

Ye Wuchang folded his arms, still cold and indifferent, "There is still one last bow, how can we be husband and wife."

That's right, Ye Wuchang didn't bow down at that moment just now, so he did it on purpose.

Na Yilin's face turned pale with fright, but she didn't know what to do.

Ye Wuchang was obviously impatient, so he took the medicine in Caiqin's hand and brought it to Na Yilin's mouth, "You got this vicious medicine from Xifan, it killed my child, I will take it today You pay in blood."

"Ye Wuchang, you can't kill me, if you dare to kill me, Xi Fan will not spare you."

Na Yilin grabbed Xifan's life-saving straw and cried out in panic.

Ye Wuchang was full of disdain, and took the medicine in his hand. "In the eyes of Saint Emperor Xifan, you are just a pawn, used to win me over. You think he will tear himself apart for you and me. At this critical moment, without me, how can he deal with Emperor Ye?"

Yu Luo, without giving Na Yilin a chance to breathe, the medicine in his hand reached Na Yilin's lips without hesitation, pinched her chin, and forcibly poured it down.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Na Yilin fell down on the bed in embarrassment. The severe pain soon struck, and Na Yilin curled up in pain and rolled over and over on the bed.

"Is this kind of pain very sad, Na Yilin, bear it well." Ye Wuchang turned around coldly, without any more nostalgia.

The spy who reported the child said that the child seemed to be called Su Lan.

A sense of sadness hit his heart, if there were not so many messy things, would he be able to enjoy the family relationship to the fullest, watching his children marry and grow up.

But what was it all for? Ye Wuchang just felt aggrieved, the dull air in his chest made him almost explode, Qinger was actually his child, why did he have no memory, what happened to those messy things? yes……

With a bang, Ye Wuchang slammed his fist on the stone pillar in front of him. The stone pillar was shaken, shattered one after another, and collapsed to the ground.

Ye Wuchang lowered his head, clutching his head in pain, Qing'er and that child's little face kept echoing in his mind.

Now that child is gone, only Qing'er and Su Yan are left.

Moreover, there was another news that Yan Mo seemed to be pregnant. Counting the days, he should have left it at that time. He had no other thoughts about that day, only the pleasure of revenge, and after all this, all that was left in his heart was a deep emptiness.

He didn't want to hurt Mo'er, but after the layers of hypocrisy and deceit were exposed, he couldn't bear it no matter what. After the injury, he was also in pain, but he couldn't stop.

Ye Wuchang straightened up suddenly, flew out without saying a word, fled out of the Demon Cult's territory aimlessly, and headed towards the Yanjiapu, which stood far away in the distance.

No matter how he is, he is still a person. After experiencing so much helplessness and hurt, his heart will be fragile and hurt. At this moment, he suddenly wants to see Yanmo and their child.

It has nothing to do with hatred, nothing to do with love, I just want to take a look and satisfy my empty heart.

Accompanied by the cry of a baby, another new life was ushered in the Yan Family Fort, which brought a little vitality to the Yan Family Fort that had been ransacked by the Demon Cult.

Even the footsteps of the maid doing odd jobs outside became brisk, and there was a faint smile on everyone's face. Although it was shallow, it was a genuine joy from the heart.

"Father, is it the younger sister or the younger brother?" After Qing'er was allowed to enter the house, she rushed in quickly, and there was a little life lying in Yanmo's arms.

Hearing Qinger's words, Yanmo smiled weakly, "Well, it's the little sister."

"Great." Qing'er cheered, and crawled to the bed, looking at the palm-sized child, who was much smaller than Su Yan's sister, and crying like a kitten.

Qing'er couldn't help poking the little guy's face.

"Sister Sulan, I'm the elder brother. You have to listen to me from now on. If anyone bullies you, tell me and I'll beat you back." Qing'er said seriously.

Yanmo's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at Qing'er in surprise, but seeing Qing'er staring at the child in his arms seriously, he pursed the corners of his lips and said in agreement, "Alright, this child's name is Su Lan .”

Su Lan's father didn't want to forget you, he just hoped that someone could live a good life instead of you, and you will always have a place in his heart.

Leaning down and kissing the child's forehead, Yanmo looked gentle.

After a while, the maid came over with Xiao Suyan in her arms, "Master, this child can't see you and has been crying since he woke up. I can't help it."

With a bitter face, the maid handed Su Yan to Yan Mo, and Yan Mo held one in each hand, coaxing gently.

The child soon stopped crying, hiccupped, looked at Yanmo with wide eyes, and smiled.

Time passed quickly, ten days had passed in the blink of an eye, two children, Su Yan and Su Lan, were lying in the same room, Qing'er would play with her little sister every day, although Qing'er was blinded by the elders who passed away. There is a shadow, but Qing'er is still as happy as before.

Playing with Su Yan, Qing'er gradually fell asleep, lay on Su Yan's small bed and fell asleep with eyes closed, while Su Yan was waving the toy in his hand, chatting babblingly, drooling from his mouth come out.

The body of the maid guarding outside the house suddenly tilted, and she fell down.

Another figure rushed into the room quickly. It was night at this moment, and the Yanjiabao was very quiet. One of the three children was sleeping on the bed, one was playing with a toy in his hand, and the other was lying on the cradle bed whistling loudly. sleep.

When Ye Wuchang saw these three children, Ye Wuchang's heart softened. He walked forward gently, picked up Qing'er who was sleeping on the ground, gently put him on the bed, and then covered Qing'er. quilt.

"Daddy." Qing'er turned over subconsciously, rubbed Ye Wuchang's arm with her small face, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Wuchang watched his child silently and gently, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Su Yan, who was sitting on the bed and playing by himself, was not afraid of strangers at all. Seeing Ye Wuchang grinning, he shook the toy in his hand and stuffed it vigorously into Ye Wuchang's hand. There is a dull pain in this child's heart, if that child is still alive...

Stuffing the pre-prepared toys into Su Yan's hands, Su Yan was giggling, very interested in the novelty things in his hand, Ye Wuchang hugged Su Yan and kissed, and then looked at lying on the cradle bed with eyes closed and fell asleep The arrogance of the little guy who was married instantly disappeared, leaving only the tenderness and love of a new father.

"Qing'er, Qing'er." Yan Mo's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, Ye Wuchang froze, instinctively put down the child in his arms, and fled out of the window in a flash.

Seeing that the maid at the door had fallen asleep, Yanmo shook his head and didn't bother him, but walked into the room lightly. Seeing that Qing'er was well covered with the quilt, another little guy was playing vigorously with a toy in his hand, and reached out to hug her , "Why is the little thing still not asleep?"

Yanmo didn't care about the extra toys in the child's hands, anyway, Qing'er would always buy the child weird things.

Su Yan giggled, and called Daddy vaguely.

Yanmo picked up the child and patiently coaxed the child to sleep.

Ye Wuchang had been here before in Yanjiabao, so he was very familiar with this place. After leaving the house, he went straight to the back mountain and finally saw the small grave of the child clearly under the moonlight. It looked very pitiful standing there alone.

That kind of sad mood instantly enveloped Ye Wuchang, he squatted down silently, and slowly touched the small tombstone, "Lan'er, I'm sorry, it was my incompetence that hurt you, my father has already avenged you, Jiuquan May you rest in peace.

Kissing the small tombstone, Ye Wuchang's voice is desolate, in this lonely moonlight, the place is full of graves.

The heartache gradually became numb, and he blamed himself and regretted it. On that day, he actually watched the poison being fed into the child's mouth without stopping it.

The night was bleak, and it couldn't hide the pain in his heart. This small grave separated him from his children.

He hated this feeling, just like back then, he carried his parents' coffin alone and buried them in a place with beautiful scenery and no one disturbed.Then he sat in front of the grave, silent for a long time.

Buried there are his relatives, the relatives who once loved him and gave everything for him without expecting anything in return, but now he is left alone, sad and uncertain, facing the unknown future.