CH 82

(28.4)

Zhao Zhi happened to hear her speak in her sleep, she said she was hurting and was begging someone not to kill her.

He also heard Wei Chiyu’s name.

Ming Zhu called him, Ah Yu.

Two syllables, said with intimacy and lingering, warmth and tenderness.

Ming Zhu seemed to have been very frightened, her small face had turned white, bloodless.

“Mmh, my belly hurts.”

Ming Zhu felt that her period had come, she felt a warm flow coming from her lower body and it was hurting really bad.

Each time her period came, she was in so much pain she felt like she was close to death, but her period were never regular, almost two months had passed since the last time she had her periods.

The doctor’s prescription of nourishing medicine also didn’t have much effect, her body was weak and her constitution cold, she needed three to five years to recuperate well.

The only advantage with her condition, probably, was the fact that she was unlikely to get pregnant.

Zhao Zhi was very attentive and knew what was wrong the moment he looked at her expression. The man ordered a maidservant to go fetch a warming flask, as well as warm water with brown sugar. His expression slightly relaxed when he watched her drink it.

Biying said “Amitabha”, the miss’s period had finally come.

Ming Zhu’s body felt warmer, but her belly still hurt.

Zhao Zhi, with a cold face, ordered Bi Ying to call for the doctor, but Ming Zhu held him back, “Tomorrow it will be fine.”

Zhao Zhi hugged her from behind and placed his palm on her small belly and massaged it.

He said, “From now on, don’t drink the medicine anymore.”

If she got pregnant with a child, then he would let her give birth.

They would talk about the rest later.

His bottom line kept retreating again and again, he kept breaking rules for her.

Ming Zhu didn’t feel grateful at all and even seemed to misunderstand him. She said seriously, “Your Highness, although my constitution is cold and it’s not easy for me to conceive, but medicine still should be taken in order to be safe.”

As soon as these words fell, Zhao Zhi’s face turned green.

(29.1)

Ming Zhu’s back was facing the man as she said that sentence, so naturally she couldn’t see the expression on his face. She hid her small face into the quilt, “Besides, I don’t mind the bitterness anymore.”

Zhao Zhi didn’t say anything for a long time, he kept silent as he tightly held her waist with both hands. She was quiet and peaceful. The person was in his arms, but her heart was not there.

Ming Zhu opened her foggy eyes and couldn’t help but complain in a low voice, “You’re holding me too tight, I felt a little uncomfortable.”

She had to wait for a while, before the man slowly loosened his grip.

Zhao Zhi reached his hand out and tied himself to her slender body, hugging her whole body tightly. She could feel his breath on the back of her slim, snow-white neck, “Sleep.”

Ming Zhu drowsily blinked twice and didn’t last long before falling back asleep.

Zhao Zhi wasn’t sleepy at all. His gaze, without moving, rested on the side of her face, which was white like jade with some patches of red, she appeared innocent, her hands that were tightly gripping the quilt gradually loosened and her posture relaxed, she looked defenseless.

The woman seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Zhao Zhi didn’t like her turning her back on him so he reached out and turned her over. She mumbled twice, before nestling her body and continuing to sleep.

Her fingers were slender, soft and white, they were softly hanging on his sash, the breath coming out of her lips, seemed to be emitting a soft fragrance.

Zhao Zhi absolutely loved Ming Zhu’s gentle and well-behaved look, maybe it was in his inborn nature to fall for this look, to like that delicate and soft girl.

Sometimes, when Zhao Zhi saw the glowing water in Ming Zhu’s eyes as well as the fear which leaked out of them every now and then, he would feel both uncomfortable and excited at the same time.

Just as before, he mercilessly plucked all the thorns on her body with his own hands, precisely because he wanted her to submit to him, to curry favor with him.

These sick thoughts were something that Zhao Zhi himself had no control over.

Zhao Zhi was actually a very cold person inside, his gentle and elegant side was but a facade he had to put up in order to deal with matters outside.

He was also capable of doing the most despicable and shameless things in this world.

Zhao Zhi lowered his head and kissed her between her eyebrows. Wrapping his arms around her frail and slim shoulders, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

When Ming Zhu woke up the next day, the man beside her had not left yet, it was rare for him to still be sleeping with her until it was bright outside.

Her belly wasn’t hurting anymore, but her waist was sore and she didn’t have much strength.

Zhao Zhi was awakened seemingly by her movements as she got up. Watching her as she was getting dressed, he casually asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Ming Zhu said honestly, “It’s much better.”

Zhao Zhi’s face turned slightly cold, he asked, “Did the prescription the doctor gave you previously not work?”

Ming Zhu had died once, she valued her life more than anything else, so she wouldn’t mess with her own body. She had been drinking the medicine obediently for these past few months, while pinching her nose to pour it down into her mouth. However, her constitution was too poor, adding that the fact that she had been drinking contraceptive medicine for so long, she really couldn’t get better for a while.

“Maybe it will be better after a while.” Ming Zhu casually and perfunctorily replied.

Zhao Zhi dressed neatly, straightened his lapel and turned around to give her a deep look, “Do you remember what I said last night?”