On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Doctor Sun was indeed very tired. After bowing again, he hobbled away with the help of a servant.

Lin Zhen turned to Wan'er beside him and said, "Wan'er, Qingxia needs to rest. I'll go see her first. You've been standing for most of the day and you must be exhausted. Go back and rest. I'll come see you later."

Shangguan Wan'er heard this and rose gracefully, a faint smile of joy for Qingxia and the child on her face. Her posture was gentle and dignified. "My husband, you are too kind. I will not be in the way. Today, my sister Qingxia gave birth to a child for the palace, and she went through such a dangerous situation. It is only right that you accompany her more. I can go back on my own."

She bowed to Lin Zhen, nodded slightly to the chess and card Buddha, and then turned and left with her personal maid, walking steadily and gracefully.

The dignity and thoughtfulness of the mistress of an aristocratic family are impeccable.

After watching Shangguan Wan'er leave, Lin Zhen took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, lifted the hem of his robe, walked lightly, and walked towards the delivery room that was still filled with a strong smell of blood.

The maid at the door had already silently lifted the curtain for him.

A strong smell hit me in the face, a mixture of the lingering smell of blood, medicine, sweat, and an inexplicable, faintly sweet smell that symbolized new life.

The light was slightly brighter than outside, and a few palace lanterns emitted a dim glow in the corner.

His eyes immediately fell on the large bed.

Qingxia's usually cold and beautiful face now looked as fragile as if it had been carved from ice and snow and then thrown into a raging fire.

Her face was frighteningly pale, revealing a sense of weakness and transparency, her lips were bloodless, her thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and her whole body was sunken in the quilt, like a flower broken by wind and rain.

Lin Zhen's heart tightened instantly.

A feeling of anger and fear rose uncontrollably.

If it weren't for that damned assassin's sneak attack, causing her to miscarry prematurely, why would she have to endure the huge risk of a premature and difficult birth, and walk through the gates of hell?!

Sooner or later, I will settle this account with you.

She gritted her teeth secretly, walked lightly to the bedside, and dismissed the maidservant standing by. Then she carefully sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes gently and with endless tenderness falling on Qingxia's pale sleeping face.

He stretched out his hand, and with the back of his fingers trembling slightly, which he himself could not even detect, he stroked her cool and smooth cheek very gently.

Qingxia's eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and then slowly opened.

Those beautiful eyes that were always as cold as a frozen pond were now covered with a layer of mist, and looked so weak that they seemed like they would close again at any time.

But when she saw clearly that the person sitting beside the bed with eyes full of worry was Lin Zhen, the corners of her bloodless lips slightly curved upwards into a very faint, but beautiful arc that seemed to make the world pale in comparison, and her voice was as light as a gust of wind: "Husband..."

Lin Zhen nodded vigorously, feeling relieved. He leaned closer and lowered his voice, his tone reassuring and affirmative: "Yes, Madam, I'm here."

"You've worked hard. The child is fine and healthy. Dr. Sun said he's doing very well."

He deliberately slowed down his speech to ensure that every word was clearly heard by Qingxia.

Qingxia listened quietly, the mist in her eyes seemed to be thicker, but the smile at the corner of her lips became deeper.

She didn't say anything, but nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

But Lin Zhen clearly caught it. Besides the relief in her eyes, there seemed to be some great joy blooming in her eyes in an instant and then quickly subsided.

Lin Zhen looked at her and continued, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. Just rest and recuperate."

He thought Qingxia's great joy was because the child was safe and sound.

Qingxia's gaze seemed to penetrate him and look into the distance.

In a moment when Lin Zhen didn't notice, the mist in her eyes quickly faded away, replaced by a fleeting, extremely shocking and fierce light, as if the ten thousand year old black ice was instantly ignited!

But it was as fast as lightning and disappeared in an instant, so fast that Lin Zhen thought it was just his eyesight or an illusion under the light.

Immediately, her face was filled with deep fatigue again, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her voice was a little lazy and hoarse: "Husband, I am very tired and want to sleep a little longer. You should go back first."

Her voice was broken, with a palpable, distressing weakness.

Lin Zhen looked at her pale face and deep sleepiness without any doubt.

Although he was worried, he also knew that rest at this moment was crucial for her.

He gently held her cold little hand that was placed outside the quilt, placed it on his lips and kissed the back of her hand gently: "Okay. You should sleep well and don't think about anything. I'll come to accompany you later."

"Hmm..." Qingxia closed her eyes and hummed softly in response.

Lin Zhen tucked the quilt in for her, looked at her deeply a few times, then stood up, looking back every few steps, with a heart full of worry and reluctance, he finally left the bedroom and closed the door quietly.

The light footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared outside the door.

The bedroom fell into silence, with only the faint crackling sound of the palace lantern burning quietly in the corner.

On the bed, Qingxia seemed to be sleeping soundly, but her beautiful eyes that were tightly closed suddenly opened at this moment!

Where is the trace of weakness and sleepiness in his eyes?

All that remained was a cold light as cold as a knife and as sharp as an arrow!

She listened attentively to the noise outside the door, holding her breath and remaining motionless.

Time passed by little by little in silence.

Until she silently calculated that Lin Zhen's footsteps should have walked out of the courtyard and arrived outside his own courtyard -

Qingxia's cold eyes turned slowly and looked at her trusted maid who was standing with her head bowed beside the bed.

Her voice was still weak, but it carried a chilling command that penetrated deep into her bones, as if it were soaked in the cold spring water of the Netherworld: "Go..."

The maid immediately stepped forward and bent over to listen carefully.

Qingxia's voice was extremely low, but every word struck a chord: "Call the people outside in. Quickly, and without making any noise."

The maid nodded silently and retreated quickly and quietly.

Soon, the door was pushed open and closed very gently.

There were no extra footsteps, as if just a breeze passed by.

Four figures, like four pitch-black shadows that absorbed all the light, appeared silently in the shadow of the curtains that hung down to the ground in front of Qingxia's bed.

They stood there, motionless, with their heads lowered and their eyes closed, and even their breathing was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

The air in the entire room seemed to have suddenly dropped several degrees due to the appearance of these four people, becoming cold and oppressive.

Only the faint smell of blood and the extremely condensed sharp energy that was difficult to completely restrain, which was honed from walking on the edge of life and death for a long time, flowed silently on their bodies.

Qingxia leaned against the head of the bed, her pale face expressionless.

She didn't look at anyone, her cold eyes just stared unfocused at the curtains above the bed, as if she was looking at a target through time and space.

But that voice clearly exploded in the ears of these four top killers like shadows, carrying with it an undisguised chilling murderous intent:

"That assassin nearly caused the tragic deaths of my mother and me!" She paused for a moment, each word emitting a venomous icicle, piercing with gnashing hatred. "Go and try him yourself."

The cold command was firm and resolute: "Pry open his mouth! Dig out the person behind him! Find every trace for me! No matter the cost, do you understand?!"

There is not a superfluous word.

The four figures, seemingly blending into the shadows, shifted slightly at once, their heads lowered in unison, as if the most sophisticated machines had received an order. Four emotionless, cold female voices rang out simultaneously, like the friction of metal, instantly converging into one word:

"Yes, Sect Master."