The Slender Waist-Chapter 171 - 124: Pregnant_3

Feng Yun was in a daze.

It seemed like a moment had passed, or perhaps a long time, before she heard Xiao Cheng speak in a cold voice:

"Today’s matter ends here. If any rumors about this warship escape, everyone present, without exception, will be executed along with their entire family!"

"Your Majesty..."

The dream suddenly came to an end at that moment. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Feng Yun heard a cry of alarm from outside the cabin.

"Princely Heir, please wait while I go report to the lady..."

Princely Heir, lady?

Feng Yun was startled awake by the voice, her mind confused for a moment.

Two different Feng Yuns coexisted in the same cramped space; one Feng Yun with tears in her eyes, foolishly looking at Xiao Cheng, muttering uninterruptedly, pleading:

"Don’t harm my child..."

"I beg you, I need him, I need my child..."

"I have nothing left, Your Majesty, I need this child, I need my child..."

She seemed to be struggling in her final moments, for the child that had suddenly entered her life, desperate to keep him, utterly disregarding the increasingly somber face of the young emperor in front of her, begging earnestly...

"Your Majesty, my child."

The Feng Yun in the dream was growing more distant.

The dreaming Feng Yun was dazed after waking up from the dream...

In her previous life, she had also left Shiguan County’s dock to return to Tai City.

That day in her past life, she indeed experienced that battle. But as soon as she was taken onto the warship, she sailed away from the dock, never witnessing the carnage of the battlefield...

She didn’t hear Ao Qi’s angry curses, didn’t see Wen Xingsu’s arrow pierce through Pei Jue’s chest.

She didn’t even know Pei Jue had chased the ship on horseback.

By the time she awoke, the ship was in the middle of the river, and the news was just as Ping’an had said: the Northern Yong army was defeated, Pei Jue was struck by several arrows, certain to die...

Then, just like in the dream, she was discovered on the ship by Xiao Cheng to be carrying Pei Jue’s child, a child who was doomed to suffer from the moment of birth.

Why would she have such a dream at this time?

Feng Yun’s heart clinched slightly, gradually becoming clearer. Taking several deep breaths, she abruptly opened her eyes...

"The lady is awake!"

She saw a worried face.

Xiaoman asked, "Lady, did you have a nightmare?"

Feng Yun took a deep breath and nodded.

Xiaoman used a handkerchief to gently wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

Daman said, "Lady, in the dream, you were calling out to His Majesty..."

Feng Yun disliked the look in Daman’s eyes, as if probing something.

She let out a cold laugh, snatched the handkerchief from Xiaoman’s hand, and vigorously, fiercely wiped the sweat from her forehead before throwing it away.

"The person one can’t stop thinking about can also be someone with deep-seated hatred."

Daman was left speechless.

At that moment, Ye Chuang knocked on the door, his voice hesitant.

"Lady, Crown Prince Chunyu has suddenly fallen ill and is seeking medicine from you..."

Feng Yun felt somewhat irritable and disturbed at this moment.

"Don’t ask me, you should ask General Qin..."

Ye Chuang said, "General Qin has already agreed. He says that since Jin Country and Yunchuan are on friendly terms, it’s right for the lady to give the Princely Heir some convenience if she has medicine."

Feng Yun did not want to deal with anyone right now.

However, Chunyu Yan had signed the pact, and the partnership had been established. Just yesterday, people from the Tu Family Fort had been sent to scout the ancient paths of Yunchuan.

How could she ignore her partner when he was sick?

Even though she knew well that Crown Prince Chunyu was cunning and might have ill intentions, she reluctantly nodded.

"Let him come."

Wrapped in a soft blue cloak, Chunyu Yan stepped onto the Northern Yong army’s grain-transporting tall ship. His bewitching face showed no emotion behind the mask, but the moment he appeared before Feng Yun, she sensed something was off.

Chunyu Yan stood quietly at the door, looking at her without entering.

Those eyes that always held mockery and derision unexpectedly revealed a rare glimpse of pity.