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

Those eyebrows weren't like the currently popular willow-leaf eyebrows; they had a touch of heroic spirit, with the tails slightly upturned, exuding a stubbornness.

It's Ya Ya's eyebrows.

Ji Yongyan opened his eyes and stared at the eyebrow shape on the paper, then froze.

He suddenly remembered something.

Today, the woman in the Flower Pavilion was wearing a veil, so he couldn't see her whole face.

But he saw her eyes.

Those eyes, outlined with pink pigment, had upturned corners...

The shape of the eyebrows below those eyes...

Ji Yongyan's breathing became rapid. He grabbed the paper and looked at it repeatedly in front of his eyes.

The shape of the eyebrows on the paper and the outline of the eyes in his memory were surprisingly similar...

They overlapped perfectly.

With a loud clang.

The eyebrow pencil in his hand fell to the ground and broke in two.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

The night was deep when a sudden downpour began. Thunder roared, as if the sky were being torn apart.

In the bedroom of a small courtyard in the south of the city, a lamp swayed in the wind and rain.

"Wow--"

A faint cry was heard.

Meng Siya woke up with a start, her heart clenching. She sat up abruptly and looked at the small bed next to her in the lamplight.

Sui Sui's face was burning red, and his eyes were tightly closed. His brows were furrowed in pain, and his cries were hoarse.

"Sui Sui?"

Meng Siya reached out and touched the child's forehead; the temperature was frighteningly hot.

"Why is it so hot..."

Meng Siya panicked instantly. The usually composed Boss Meng was now just a flustered mother.

She hurriedly picked up the child, pressing her cheek against Sui Sui's forehead; the burning heat made her feel cold all over.

"Don't be afraid, Sui Sui is not afraid, Mother is here..."

Her voice was trembling, and tears were falling.

My mute cousin isn't in the yard tonight, and Madam Meng is too old to be disturbed.

We must take the child to the clinic immediately.

Meng Siya didn't bother to get dressed properly; she grabbed a cloak and wrapped it around Sui Sui. She then grabbed a raincoat, slipped it barefoot into her boots, and rushed into the wind and rain.

As soon as the door opened, the icy rain hit me hard in the face.

"Well……"

The cold wind made Sui Sui, who was in my arms, cry even louder, and her body trembled.

"It's alright, Mother will take you to see a doctor, you'll be fine..."

Meng Siya held the child in her arms tightly, head down, rushing towards the alley entrance against the wind.

The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see the road. The puddles on the ground were ankle-deep and icy cold.

Jishetang, which is not far away normally, now feels especially far away.

Meng Siya didn't know how long she had been running; her breathing was rapid and hot. Her lungs burned, and even the cold air she inhaled smelled of blood.

Mud splattered all over her skirt, and her soaked embroidered shoes became very heavy.

Finally, the sign for the medicine shop appeared in the rain.

But the gate was tightly shut, and the brass lock on it gleamed coldly in the wind and rain.

"Doctor! Open the door! Please open the door!"

Meng Siya rushed up the steps, disregarding all decorum, and pounded on the door with all her might.

boom! boom! boom!

"Is anyone there?! Help! My son has a fever! Please open the door!"

Her voice was drowned out by the thunder and rain, sounding weak.

No one responded; the doctor at Jishetang was old and hard of hearing, and had long since fallen asleep.

Meng Siya was unwilling to give up, and she frantically pounded on the door knocker. Her palms quickly turned red, and she even scraped her skin against the door, feeling no pain as blood trickled down with the rain.

The cries of the baby in her arms grew weaker and weaker, but her body was burning hot. The scalding heat seeped through her wet clothes, making Meng Siya extremely anxious.

An unprecedented fear gripped her; even the despair she felt giving birth in the dilapidated temple years ago was not as intense as it was now. This was her life, the pillar that kept her alive.

"Open the door! Is anyone there?! I have money! I have silver!"

She pulled out several soaked silver notes from her bosom and pressed them tightly against the crack in the door, hoping they would be of some use.

"Just save my child... I won't seek revenge anymore, I won't fight anymore... God, please, don't take him away..."

Meng Siya knelt helplessly on the ground, her forehead pressed against the door panel as she sobbed.

Rainwater streamed down her hair and into her neck, chilling her to the bone. She thought she had hardened her heart, only to find that she was still so vulnerable.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves approached from afar.

Da da da—

Even in the heavy rain, the sound of horses' hooves remained steady, and the sound of wheels was clear.

A black carriage without any insignia slowly approached, its lanterns swaying in the rain, casting a dim yellow light.

Inside the car, Ji Yongyan was resting with his eyes closed.

He had just returned from Beidaying on the outskirts of Beijing, the place he had once dreamed of eloping with Ya Ya to. The rain was heavy tonight, and he felt inexplicably irritable, his mind filled with the image of the eyebrows on the Xuan paper and the gesture of Meng Shi brewing tea.

"Your Highness, the rain is too heavy. Should we find somewhere to take shelter?"

"No need, let's go back to the palace."

Ji Yongyan's voice was cold.

A horse-drawn carriage passed by the entrance of Jishetang.

"Help... save my child..."

A faint cry escaped into the carriage amidst the thunder.

Ji Yongyan suddenly opened his eyes.

That sound...

Unlike Ya Ya's usual clear and crisp voice, this one was hoarse and broken. But for some reason, this voice made his heart clench.

An inexplicable palpitation left him no time to think.

"parking!"

He shouted sternly, with an unquestionable air of authority.

The carriage stopped, its wheels leaving trails in the puddles.

Before Li Dequan could even open his umbrella, the carriage curtain was lifted by a hand.

Ji Yongyan jumped off the carriage before the footstool was even placed properly.

The rain instantly soaked his brocade robe, but he didn't care. His gaze pierced through the rain curtain and locked onto the kneeling figure at the entrance of Jishetang.

She was a woman soaked to the bone, her hair disheveled. Her slender figure looked helpless in the wind and rain, as she tightly clutched something in her arms, trying to shield it from the storm.

Ji Yongyan felt a sharp pain in his heart.

That silhouette...it looks so alike.

This reminded him of the scene Lin Daxiong described, where Ya Ya was protecting her belly in the same way on the delivery bed.

He felt a tightness in his throat, and every step he took was heavy.

"who are you?"

His voice trembled, but his steps quickened until he was running.

He rushed up the steps and grabbed the woman's arm.

"stand up!"

He was very strong and agitated.

Just as Meng Siya was in despair, she was suddenly grabbed and startled. Instinctively, she hugged her child tightly and looked up.

The two looked at each other.

A flash of lightning illuminated the space between them.

Ji Yongyan saw it clearly.

The veil, soaked by the rain, clung tightly to her face, outlining her pale features. Those eyes, which always held a calculating quality, were now filled with terror and helplessness.

Those were my mother's eyes.

Those are also Ya Ya's eyes.

"It's you……"

Ji Yongyan's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

It was the proprietress of Huayan Pavilion, the woman he had been thinking about day and night for the past few days.

Meng Siya never expected to meet him here.

Enemy.