The Concubine Strikes Back: The Marquis Insists on Me to Be His Wife

In the room, Meng Zhiyuan lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, as if all the vitality had been taken away, and her lifeless appearance was heartbreaking. She was unconscious, as if she was sleeping in an endless nightmare, unable to break free from the shackles of darkness.

Su Qing didn't even have time to catch her breath, and she didn't even have time to care about the pain from her recent injury that had not yet subsided. She hurriedly checked Meng Zhiyuan's injuries.

Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her slightly wrinkled brows seemed to be carrying a thousand-pound burden. Her expression was serious and focused, and her clear eyes were fixed on Meng Zhiyuan's wound. She did not dare to slack off or be negligent in the slightest.

Then, she quickly took out a silver needle from the medicine box beside her. Her slender fingers were like those of a nimble dancer, skillfully and lightly pinching the silver needle, as if the silver needle had a thousand changes in her hands.

At this moment, she held her breath and concentrated her whole attention on the acupuncture treatment for Meng Zhiyuan. Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead, and the crystal beads of sweat appeared one after another, but she had no time to wipe them off.

Su Qing was concentrating on the acupuncture, staring at the place where the silver needle fell without blinking. Gradually, her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which rolled down one after another and wet her temples, but she didn't notice it at all.

However, what was worrying was that Meng Zhiyuan showed no signs of waking up and continued to lie there quietly, like a lifeless statue sleeping in the endless darkness. The silence was so terrifying and unsettling.

Half an hour passed, and time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, and every minute and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Su Qing slowly retracted the silver needle. Her movements seemed extremely heavy, as if the silver needle weighed a thousand pounds. She shook her head solemnly, and said with trembling lips: "I have tried my best, but still..." The voice was full of helplessness and deep regret, as if it came from an endless abyss, carrying endless sorrow.

When Su Jinqi heard this, he was struck by lightning and collapsed to the ground, his body hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes were frighteningly empty, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

He kept muttering to himself, "How could this happen? How could this happen..." The voice became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind, full of despair and disbelief, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from a broken heart.

Jiang Weiyang patted Su Qing's shoulder to comfort her, his eyes full of pity. Su Qing's eyes also turned red, tears welled up in her eyes. She never thought that her best efforts would be in vain, and her heart was full of frustration and sadness.

At this moment, the room was filled with a heavy, almost suffocating sadness, like a thick fog that could not be dispelled. Everyone's heart seemed to be weighed down by a huge rock, so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe. The atmosphere of grief seemed to devour the soul of the person.

Su Jinqi rushed forward and hugged Meng Zhiyuan like a madman, crying out at the top of his lungs: "Zhiyuan, wake up! You can't just leave me like this!" His tears flowed like a flood that broke through a dam, freely flowing on Meng Zhiyuan's cold clothes.

He hugged her tightly, as if he could keep her alive if he hugged her tightly enough. "It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well! Zhiyuan, open your eyes and look at me, even just for a second!" Su Jinqi's voice was hoarse, and his body was shaking with extreme sadness.

The people around him wanted to pull him away and give him some comfort, but he pushed them away frantically. His world seemed to collapse completely at this moment, leaving only the lifeless woman in his arms.

"Zhiyuan, you said you would stay with me forever, you can't go back on your word!" Su Jinqi's eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He just kept hugging Meng Zhiyuan, unwilling to let go for a long time.

When Su Jinqi wiped the tears that kept rolling down with trembling hands, his thoughts suddenly became confused, and then he suddenly thought of the child in Meng Zhiyuan's belly.

His eyes instantly became extremely anxious and panic-stricken, his eyes widened so wide that his eyeballs seemed to pop out. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Child, our child, Sixth Sister, please check on the child." His voice was filled with endless fear and deep worry, as if this short sentence had exhausted all his strength. His voice was hoarse and broken, with deep despair.

His body was trembling slightly, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind, unable to control himself. The tear marks on his face were particularly clear in the afterglow of the setting sun, and those tear marks were like winding streams, flowing with the pain in his heart. His originally handsome face was now distorted by extreme pain, and his facial features seemed to be squeezed together, making it difficult to recognize his former appearance.

"It's too late. The child can't be saved. She also..." Su Qing's trembling words, filled with deep helplessness and sorrow, were like a merciless lightning across the gloomy sky, and like a heavy hammer hitting Su Jinqi's heart. The voice echoed in the air, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting his soul again and again.

These few words were like sharp blades, cruelly cutting off the last glimmer of hope in Su Jinqi's heart, making him feel like he was falling into a bottomless abyss, dark and cold, with no end.

After hearing this tragic news that was like a bolt from the blue, Su Jinqi's already pale face instantly lost all its color, as if the source of life had been drained away, turning into a lifeless piece of white paper.

His eyes became empty and desperate, and they were like two dried-up wells, no longer reflecting a single ray of light, only endless darkness and dead silence.

His entire body seemed to be drained of all strength, his legs softened, and he instantly collapsed to the ground. His hands hung limply on both sides of his body, his fingers twitching convulsively, his mouth slightly open, trying to make a sound, but could only utter a painful and desperate whimper.

Seeing Su Jinqi in such pain, Su Qing couldn't help but have red eyes and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know how Meng Zhiyuan could have suddenly... fallen into such a desperate situation. Her heart was full of confusion and pain.

Jiang Weiyang walked over quickly, hugged Su Qing, and gently patted her back, his movements were gentle and warm, to comfort her. "Don't be sad, you have tried your best..." His voice was low and gentle, with endless care.