Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Yan Chongfu begged her for the umpteenth time: "Wait for me a little longer, okay?"

She just looked out the window and didn't answer.

He was always busy and wouldn't even see her a few times throughout the year. He was eager to gain power, but let her wither away completely where he couldn't see her.

She was clearly still by his side, he was holding her, her embrace was so warm, but her soul was already dead.

She said, "Let me go."

Yan Chongfu hugged her tightly, "Don't you want me anymore?"

He took her to see their child, who could already walk. He was fair and tender, with a chubby little face. The wet nurse picked him up, and in her arms, he excitedly swung the waving drum and laughed happily.

But they could only watch him from afar, across a pond.

Yan Chongfu still tried to keep her, "Don't you want our child too?"

She had seen through it all: "While I'm here, you'll always be busy like a top, but you won't get any real power, and our child will never come back to us."

She wiped his tears away. "How could you not understand?"

Of course he understood, but he was so selfish and wanted to keep her.

From that day on, he took her with him wherever he went, and no matter how busy he was, he would make time to accompany her. He tried every way to make her happy, but to no avail.

When the assassin's sword stabbed towards him, Yue Niang didn't know how she could burst out with such great strength and pushed him away. She stood in the direction of the sword and slowly closed her eyes.

At the critical moment, Feng Juzheng raised his sword and blocked the attack.

In the chaotic crowd, Yue Niang opened her eyes, her eyes as still as dead water, staring at him quietly.

He was so wrong.

The one who hurt her the most was not others, but herself who tied her up tightly.

He carried her away from the chaotic scene. She hugged his neck and lay in his arms. She said, "I miss the Lianzhou River. I miss the water there, my boat. The lotus seeds are ripe this season."

Yan Chongfu walked faster and faster, his hot tears dripping onto her neck.

She hugged him a little tighter, her face pressed against his neck, and she said softly, "I love you. I could die for you."

"But I can no longer live with you."

Yan Chongfu stopped and stood there blankly. He closed his eyes, tears no longer flowing. He heard his own suppressed sobs and said, "Okay."

He sent almost all his men to escort her back to Lianzhou. Sure enough, Yan Xiuming's men came to kill her on the way. He arranged a corpse to create the illusion that she was dead. It took a lot of effort to deceive Yan Xiuming.

He threw himself into the endless struggle, his hands stained with blood, and he became unrecognizable. He had to climb faster and reach the highest point so that he could take her back with good reason.

Their child was very smart and could write poems at the age of three. Because of his intelligence, Wang Ruishu did not treat him harshly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Xiuming did not allow them to meet each other as father and son. This was his punishment for daring to resist him. He could only look at him from across the long corridor.

His Xihe looked more and more like his mother. He turned around from the end of the corridor, suddenly let go of his nanny's hand and ran towards him.

He squatted down and caught him with trembling hands. He hugged his neck and whispered in his ear, "Father."

He looked at him in disbelief. Little Xi He said like a grown-up, "I know you are my father. Madam Li told me."

He held back his tears and said, "Yes, I am your father."

"Did she tell you about your mother?"

"Yes," Xi He nodded, her voice lowered, "but I can't tell you."

Yan Chongfu hugged him and said, "Your mother loves you very much. She just can't be with you because of some bad people."

Xi He knew everything and touched his father's back. "Don't cry. I miss my mother too. I've seen her many times in my dreams."

Wang Ruishu was about to come back. He reluctantly came out of Yan Chongfu's arms and took his hand, "Goodbye, father."

His small body turned around and ran back. Yan Chongfu stood up and bowed deeply to his wet nurse, Li Ma, at the other end of the corridor.

As time went by, Yan Xiuming gradually felt relieved about him and was willing to give him some practical benefits.

He was once again the high and mighty and most respected Third Master Yan.

When Xi He was five years old, he was finally able to take him to his side and teach him personally.

When he was seven years old, he took him to Lianzhou and met Yue Niang under the pretext of checking accounts.

She was tending to the flowers and plants in her small yard. In the years since he left her, she seemed to have regained her former vitality. He stood at the door looking at her. Her figure was the same as when she was on the fishing boat many years ago, pushing aside the lotus leaves on the river bank and paddling to his side.

He called her, "Yue Niang."

Her back froze for a moment, and she slowly turned her head.

Being together as a family is really better than anything else.

The half month in Lianzhou was better than all the happiest moments in his life combined.

When leaving, Xi He, who had always been sensible, lay in Yue Niang's arms and cried and refused to leave. He was very sad, so Yan Chongfu had to harden his heart, took him out of Yue Niang's arms, and handed him to Li Ma.

He said to Yue Niang, "Please wait for me for a few more years, really."

Yue Niang smiled slightly and nodded to him, "Don't work too hard, I will wait for you, always."

He made her wait all his life, but she never got the chance until her death.

Erdun raised an army on the border, and Lianzhou was the first city he attacked. The imperial court sent out troops in batches, but the battle situation was very bad.

Yan Chongfu was extremely confused. The people he left in Lianzhou had not sent back any news yet. Seeing that the world was about to be in turmoil, Yan Xiuming gave him many things to do.

Xi He was already ten years old. He was very intelligent and could guess many things without anyone telling him. He broke into Yan Chongfu's study and asked him, "Why are you still here? My mother is in Lianzhou, and I don't know whether she is alive or dead, and yet you are standing here motionless like a mountain!"

Yan Chongfu turned his tired eyes to look at him and said, "I'm going to Lianzhou now. The Liao people didn't kill your mother, but your grandfather's people will kill her first."

"I've sent someone to pick her up," he said, as if trying to convince himself, "she'll be fine."

Xi He clenched his fists and glared at him hatefully, "You coward!"

"You just can't bear to lose everything you have!"

He turned and left, stepped over the threshold and ran down the corridor. He had only seen his mother a few times until he was ten years old. She was so beautiful and gentle, and her embrace was so warm.

When he was a child, he was raised by Wang Ruishu, and only Li Ma would hold him. He quietly asked, "Can I call you mother?"

Nanny Li said, "Yes."

"But you have your own mother, and she and I are different."

Only when he actually saw his mother did he realize how different they were.

Their blood is thicker than water. His nose and eyes look so similar to hers. The first time he saw her, he knew that she must love him very much, just as he loved her naturally.

He didn't know Yan Chongfu's dilemma. He only knew that if you truly love someone, you would never stand by and watch coldly. He remained so calm when she was facing life and death.