You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

The snowstorm outside the mill finally stopped. Jingzhe and several of his men knelt in the snow, heads bowed low, breathing heavily, their expressions devout.

Although the person in front of them looked like a ragged beggar, they knew that he was not. The person in front of them was clearly their master, the future emperor.

Xingzhi stood outside the broken threshold, his hand on the hilt of his knife, his eyes slightly cold. "The spy in Baishui Town has been leaked! Investigate!"

"Within three days, I want to see the head of the traitor who leaked the secret displayed on the city wall."

Without any further words, Jingzhe solemnly agreed, "I have sealed off the news. All the pursuers who have seen Master will be dead after tonight."

Peeking through the crack in the door, Meng Siya looked at the man outside and felt a little unfamiliar. This was the first time she had seen him so decisive and ruthless.

Perhaps this is what he really is like!

Even though it was only a few steps away, she felt that the "Your Highness" who issued orders and decided life and death with a single word in the wind and snow was very far away from her.

The husband who used to draw her eyebrows and shamelessly bury his head in her neck seemed to have disappeared, replaced by an awe-inspiring superior.

She clutched the hem of her clothes, a strange sense of loss and alienation rising in her heart.

Just as Jingzhe was about to report on the situation in the capital and the next military deployment, Xingzhi raised his hand to interrupt him.

Jingzhe thought there was an even more important military order, so he immediately held his breath and focused.

Xingzhi frowned, his gaze sweeping over the assassins' equipment, and said disdainfully, "Enough nonsense. Did you bring a hand warmer? One of those delicate ones that won't burn your hands. Also, get some hot, soft porridge. If you don't have any, catch a couple of wild pheasants from this forest and stew them."

Jingzhe, who was kneeling on the ground, and the group of assassins were struck as if by lightning.

His Highness, who has always only cared about the country and not about life and death, actually interrupted military affairs for the sake of his appetite?

Jingzhe was stunned for a long time before pulling out a small purple copper stove used to warm poisonous insects from her bosom, and stammered, "Yes... I have one."

Lin Daxiong, hiding behind the door, nearly popped his eyes out, internally screaming: This isn't escaping for his life, this is about to unleash a tyrannical emperor mode!

Xingzhi took the heater, didn't even glance at the assassins again, turned around and pushed open the door to go inside.

The moment he entered the room, the hostility emanating from him vanished.

He strode over to Meng Siya, first placing the hand warmer in her arms, then tightly enveloping her icy hands in his own warm, fire-warmed hands, his brow furrowed: "Why are your hands so cold? Did I scare you just now?"

Seeing his concerned expression, Meng Siya felt her distance disappear, but she still asked softly, "You are His Highness... Should I bow to you?"

Hearing this, Xingzhi punished him by biting the tip of his nose and chuckled, "Outside, I'm their master, a knife to kill. But here, I'm just your husband, and the father of our child. Even though our child isn't here yet, that's an undeniable fact. Silly boy, understand?"

Hearing such intimate words, Meng Siya blushed, and the unease in her heart seemed to subside considerably.

The staff from Xingzhi arrived just as dawn was breaking; they were quite efficient.

Outside the dilapidated mill, a carriage with an unassuming exterior but an interior lined with extremely expensive soft tiger fur was parked.

His subordinates also brought brand-new identity documents, countless valuables, and imperial wound medicine.

These are things that money can't buy.

Lin Daxiong touched the carriage, tapped it, then picked up a silver ingot and weighed it in his hand, his mouth practically stretched to the back of his head in a grin. "Hahaha, it seems my efforts these past few days haven't been in vain. Did I finally find the right person to rely on?"

"Xingzhi, does this mean I can start doing research now?"

Big Bear has no interest in fighting and killing; he hopes to create futuristic weapons here.

"of course!"

Xingzhi readily agreed, and Lin Daxiong hugged the silver with a silly grin, wishing he could keep it all for himself and count it every day.

Is this what it feels like to suddenly become rich?

Xingzhi changed into clean clothes. Although he had been out handling the aftermath last night, he inevitably had a very faint smell of blood on him, mixed with the dampness of the forest in the early morning.

Xingzhi reached out to help Meng Siya into the car, and the smell wafted into Meng Siya's nose on the wind.

She had been relaxed, but suddenly her face turned pale and her stomach churned.

"vomit--!"

Meng Siya suddenly pushed Xingzhi's hand away, bent over while holding onto the carriage shaft, and began to dry heave uncontrollably, even vomiting tears.

Xingzhi was shocked, thinking she had caught a cold or the poison had taken effect. He frantically tried to hug her, exclaiming, "Ya Ya! Where do you feel unwell? Da Xiong! Lin Da Xiong, where have you been?! Come here right now!"

Lin Daxiong was happily clutching the silver when he was startled by the shout and almost swallowed it. He scrambled over and grabbed Meng Siya's wrist.

His hand rested on Meng Siya's pulse, and his anxious face suddenly froze.

His beady eyes widened as his gaze darted back and forth between Xingzhi's tense face and Meng Siya's flat stomach, his expression as varied as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Um... Your Highness, you just said there's still no sign of a child?"

Lin Daxiong swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"That figure... seems to have really arrived?"

Xingzhi was completely stunned.

Meng Siya was also stunned.

Lin Daxiong released his hand, patted his head, and then grabbed Meng Siya's wrist to take her pulse again.

"That's right, slippery pulse."

He looked up at the two of them, his lips twitching.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations on becoming a father!"

Xingzhi's mind went blank.

Is he going to be a father?

He and Ya Ya have a child?

Meng Siya covered her mouth, tears still on her face, completely stunned.

She touched her stomach, which was still flat; she couldn't feel anything there.

But... is it really true?

Xingzhi snapped out of his daze and suddenly pulled Meng Siya into his arms, so tightly he almost choked her.

"Ya Ya, we're having a baby!"

His voice was trembling, whether from excitement or nervousness, it was hard to tell.

Meng Siya was breathless from his embrace, and patted his arm: "Loosen... loosen your grip a little..."

Xingzhi immediately let go and carefully helped her sit down, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"How...how are you feeling now? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you want to lie down for a while longer?"

He panicked so much that he completely lost his previous decisive and ruthless demeanor.

Lin Daxiong rolled his eyes beside him: "Alright, alright, stop making such a fuss. Pregnancy isn't an illness. But..."

He changed the subject, his expression turning serious.

"Your Highness, this journey of escape has been arduous and exhausting, which is not good for a pregnant woman. In addition, Siya suffered such a great shock before, this pregnancy... is not very stable."

Xingzhi's face instantly darkened.

"what do you mean……"

"What I mean is, it needs to be taken good care of."

Lin Daxiong put away his joking expression.

"We can't keep running like this. We need to find a safe place for her to rest. Otherwise... I'm afraid we won't be able to save the baby."

Xingzhi clenched his fist tightly.

He turned to look at Jingzhe, his voice chillingly cold: "Where's the nearest safe house?"

Jingzhe immediately replied, "Your Highness, there is a manor thirty li to the north, which belongs to our people."

"Walk."

Xingzhi picked up Meng Siya and carried her directly into the carriage.

Lin Daxiong carried his medicine kit and got into the car as well.

The carriage started and sped off towards the north.

Inside the carriage, Xingzhi held Meng Siya in his arms, placing his hand on her stomach, his movements extremely careful.

"Ya Ya, I'm sorry."

His voice was low, filled with deep remorse.

"It's my fault for not protecting you properly, making you suffer because of me."

Meng Siya shook her head and took his hand: "Don't talk nonsense. I am your wife, and this is our child."

She paused, then asked, "Are you... happy?"

Xingzhi looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness: "Happy."

He kissed her on the forehead.

"The happiest thing in my life is marrying you."

The carriage sped across the snow, its wheels crunching and creaking as they rolled over the snow.

The road ahead is fraught with danger, the hatred remains unavenged, and yet, a new life is growing inside her.

Meng Siya closed her eyes, leaned against Xingzhi's chest, and felt a mix of emotions.