Chapter 272: Leaning on This for the Rest of My Life

Chinu......

Chinu has always been lovable.

It was only when Du Shanü heard the report that Chinu had been seriously injured and fallen unconscious, rushed over from Dun Cheng, and stood by the sickbed hearing her obedient slave repeatedly call 'Mother' with tears......

Only then did she realize that, from the very beginning, this world owed Chinu three more points.

Du Shanü bent over, gently wiping away the tear stains at the corners of the eyes of the person before her:

"Did the good slave dream of Mother?"

Chinu didn't know whether it was because his old wound truly hurt too much, or because he was still trapped in the dream; he had not regained his senses for a long time.

He simply lay on the bed, feeling lost, watching Du Shanü wipe the tears from his eyes, watching her take off her outer clothes and slip into the blankets.

I don't know whose bed this is; it's narrow and cramped.

Du Shanü had barely slipped into the blankets when she smelled a pervasive scent of blood.

The injury ruthlessly stole Chinu's beauty.

But by now, Du Shanü could no longer indulge in beauty.

When the hundred-year affair began, perhaps she had rushed to Chinu's side because of his beauty.

But when the hundred-year affair ended......

She would surely love only Chinu's soul.

Both lay together in the endless blood aura; Du Shanü's finger beneath the blankets lightly hooked Chinu's little finger, and finally, from the endless sorrow, she barely managed to hook back Chinu's soul.

Chinu barely regained consciousness, finally realizing what had happened.

Du Shanü thought he would ask her how she had heard the news, how she had rushed over, or, like before, he would concern himself with official matters and ask how the newly acquired Zhoufu was faring......

However, however.

Chinu is Chinu'er.

He doesn't care at all about good or bad, right or wrong.

He simply asks, simply:

"Wife Master......"

"Wife Master, how much did you hear?"

"Wife Master, will you, will you despise A-nu?"

Chinu is crying.

Chinu is crying.

Heaven and earth are dim; only this Chinu'er is weeping.

Chinu did not, as before, seize the opportunity to provoke Du Shanü; instead, he raised his hand to cover his face with his palm, hiding the visage marred by his injuries.

He trembles, he is afraid.

Afraid that Du Shanü would see his sorry state, afraid that Du Shanü would be tainted by his bloody aura.

Afraid......

Afraid that she would utter an answer, an answer that would cause his soul to flee and his spirit to scatter.

What obstinate ignorance, what foolish lack of regret......

All are too light.

It is only because he encountered the radiant Wife Master that, having loved to the extreme, he also gave rise to a hint of baseness.

Du Shanü answered him with an answer, one utterly different from what Chinu had expected.

However, Chinu could not at all take in Du Shanü's answer.

He repeatedly apologized to Du Shanü:

"A-nu truly is not, not always wanting to repeatedly bring up those old matters......"

"A-nu is merely, merely......"

Merely, he also does not know why he has suffered so much.

He is unwilling, he is unwilling.

However, hating the heavens is useless, hating the earth is nameless.

Even, because love breeds fear, he would also worry that Du Shanü's initial pity for his background would, after hearing too much, also grow tired of him.

Chinu's foolishness has always been a foolish foolishness.

But few realize that Chinu's servitude is an even more anxious, endless source of baseness.

Du Shanü tried to pry open Chinu's hand to no avail, and in her heart she could not suppress a long sigh——

As for Chinu's mother, Du Shanü had heard a little about her.

Each time A-nu mentioned her, she felt she already knew enough, yet each time she heard more, it felt ever newer......

Clearly it was long-past years, yet there were endless new things to say.

It seems, it seems as if Chinu has never emerged from that years-long old dream.

Many have laughed at his background, and after hearing his life story, they merely laughed it off......

However, Du Shanü knows that he is simply in too much pain, too much pain.

Because of that later‑felt pain, he repeatedly brings up old matters, trying to grasp some traces of the past......

However, what past remains there?

Those events of those bygone days have long been buried in those bygone days.

Chinu's good days are clearly ahead.

As long as he does not constantly look back, he will find that before him lies a splendid future shared with her.

Du Shanü listened to the sobbing, slightly closed her eyes, and then let out a sharp intake of breath:

"... My dear, my dear, don't cry."

"I, I, I heard the news that you were seriously injured, rushed over to see you, and my stomach seems to have started hurting again......"

"Our child, our child, I don't know how they are......!"

"These three sentences could be called a good medicine for the illness, shocking Chinu into a brief moment of lucidity."

"Chinu didn't even have time to pull back his hand, and with a carp's leap he sat up from the bed."

"He had been trapped in the dream too deeply, too long, and for a moment actually forgot how he had fallen unconscious back then."

"And now, now he remembers everything!"

"Chinu didn't even bother with his injury, instinctively wanting to jump out of bed to find a doctor."

"Du Shanü had originally just been trying to distract her good little slave's attention; how could she truly let an injured person go look for a doctor themselves? She immediately embraced the person and softly said:"

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Let me lean on you for a while, let the child listen to their father's voice, which is better than anything......"

"Although the child may still be smaller than a fingernail now, they can't hear anything at all."

"But at least it can help coax the father a bit!"

"Du Shanü, meeting Chinu in this life, can be considered to have completely met her match."

"If there is still anything she worries about, it is to pray to the heavens and buddhas, absolutely not allowing her to give birth to an ancestor as hard to pacify as Chinu."

"Otherwise, having two ancestors in the family, her good days would truly be completely over......"

"Du Shanü's mind was racing, and in the blink of an eye she realized that Chinu had, at some point, started crying again."

"He looked east and west, the tears on his face not yet dried, adding new traces."

"Du Shanü waited a long time before hearing him mutter:"

"... Someone like me, how could I possibly be worthy of having a child with the Wife Master?"

"What nonsense! What nonsense!"

"Du Shanü didn't want to hear it; she was about to pinch Chinu to make him honestly feel the child, when she heard him say again:"

"... Or, or from now on, let the Wife Master return to Cang Cheng?"

"This time Chinu's tone was very serious."

"So serious that Du Shanü momentarily couldn't react, and could only instinctively narrow her eyes and ask:"

"\"My dear, what does this mean? \""

"The joy Chinu felt when he first learned that the Wife Master was pregnant has long since faded, his soul still trapped in that illusory old dream, unable to escape."

"Chinu recalled the words of the stewardess grandma scolding his birth mother in his memory, his voice trembling more and more:"

"\"Chinu's meaning is, or else let this child...... simply acknowledge Yu Yiai as father? \""

"\"Didn't Fu Cu Zi say that this child might have dim heavenly stars, making them easy to be suppressed? My status is so low, I always drag the child down, which isn't right either. \""

"\"Better yet, better yet to decide early and send the child to Yu Yiai. Afterwards the child will have a father who once was the Young Emperor, and others will also love the house and its crow, and thereafter no one will point at this child's nose and say the birth father is a former slave, the grandmother a prostitute...... \""

"That deadly joy has already passed."

"Chinu's tears fell drop by drop onto Du Shanü's neck; he was crying and laughing at the same time."

"He said:"

"\"As long as he treats this child well, how I am doesn't matter. \""

"\"Afterwards, afterwards I too can carry a big sack of grain and grass to Cang Cheng, just to catch a distant glimpse of the child...... \""

"Everything, just like when his mother placed him before the Orphanage back then."

"His mother fought for him the best fate she could think of."

"And he, too, ought to strive for the best fate for his own child."

"Whose family, whose child's father doesn't even have a name?"

"Whose child's father would be summoned and ordered around, having his name replaced with the character for 'slave'?"

"Afang always said to let him rely on his son's nobility, but after having that dream......"

"He is afraid, he is only afraid that he will later drag down this child!"

"Rather, it would be better to let the child leave him early."

"As long as the child lives well......"

"Even if it means letting him die, he would willingly accept it."