"Absolutely impossible."
Jun Moyan lifted his gaze to Feng Liyan, his eyes flashing with determination.
"I will not let her rember a single thing about Nie Jiuque."
Xiaoguai is his, and he will not allow even the slightest hint of emotion towards Nie Jiuque to remain in her heart.
Even if that emotion ca from Shang Ying.
"What are you going to do?" Feng Liyan furrowed his brow slightly.
"Was the restriction in her body your doing?" Jun Moyan asked.
Feng Liyan’s brow furrowed deeper.
"It was first placed by my father, and later by . But the Little Princess’s body can’t withstand another deep layer of restriction. Besides, this is not a long-term solution; if you rely solely on restrictions to keep Shang Ying’s mory sealed, she will rember one day. What will you do then? What about the Little Princess?"
"There will be a way."
The scene of a millennium ago flashed before his eyes again—when Nie Jiuque’s soul dispersed and Shang Ying’s remaining soul cried out in heart-wrenching despair. This ti, Jun Moyan was less assured in his words.
"No matter what grievances you have, I only hope that if it ever reaches a point where only death can truly resolve things, you will consider the Little Princess more."
"..."
"Alright, take good care of the Little Princess. Pregnant won are very sensitive and often let their imaginations run wild. Keep a close eye on her, stay by her side as much as possible, and try not to leave her alone. Also, pregnant won sotis experience cramps while sleeping. Just watch over her closely. I’ll prepare so dicine that’s beneficial for both the mother and the unborn child and bring it over."
"Okay."
Feng Liyan left the Soul Suppressing Hall.
Jun Moyan tilted his head slightly, looking at the black stone chair on the platform, then turned and headed back to the side hall.
There, he saw Wen Xiao’ai lying on the bed, her hands gently touching her belly, her face radiating happiness.
Jun Moyan’s heart instantly softened.
He stepped forward.
Hearing the movent, Wen Xiao’ai turned her head to look at him, smiling brightly.
Jun Moyan knelt by the bed, his hand reaching to caress her still-flat belly, while the other clasped her hand.
"Xiaoguai..." he couldn’t help but softly call her na.
Wen Xiao’ai moved closer to him, Jun Moyan bowing his head, pressing his forehead against hers, which was a bit cool.
"Jun Moyan, we are having a baby, right here in my belly," Wen Xiao’ai murmured weakly.
"Yes, our baby."
"Are you happy?"
"Happy."
"I was wondering why I’ve been eating and sleeping more lately and occasionally reverting to my original form. I thought I was sick, but it turns out I’m pregnant."
"You’ve worked hard these past few days. From now on, I will take good care of you and the baby, ensuring you’re both happy and healthy."
This child ca at just the right ti.
For both him and Xiaoguai.
Ever since Xiaoguai discovered their true identities, he had feared that their relationship would develop cracks.
Afraid that Xiaoguai, like others, would fear him.
He believed that this child could smooth over their differences.
"Will we truly never be apart again?"
"We won’t, trust ."
Wen Xiao’ai looked into his eyes, and after a mont of silence, she whispered, "...Jun Moyan... they’re all afraid of you."
Jun Moyan gently nuzzled her forehead and said, "Xiaoguai, do you rember saying once that no matter what I turn into, even if it’s a bad person, you’d still like ."
Wen Xiao’ai smiled softly.
"I rember."
Jun Moyan smiled as well, pulling back slightly from Xiao’ai. His hand, which had been on her belly, withdrew, and then he suddenly produced sothing out of thin air, offering it to her.
"Lollipop," Wen Xiao’ai exclaid with delight.
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