Chapter 309: Chapter 306 Prisoner

Qi Wuya received the message and immediately became restless.

He had estimated the time and arrived at Yong State early to wait.

As soon as Xing Ce and his people entered Yongzhou City, a spy sent a message.

Qi Wuya hurried over and asked in confusion, “Where are they? Why have they stopped here?”

Cen Ba said softly, “Master, Miss Sang… something happened to her.”

Qi Wuya’s footsteps halted, and his face suddenly turned cold, “What do you mean? What happened to her?”

Cen Ba hesitated to speak.

They were escorting people back to Beiqi and had not provided food or drink, keeping the person in a state of unconsciousness during the journey, which had caused complications with her pregnancy to the point of bleeding. This was indeed a fault.

In his hesitation–

Qi Wuya impatiently snapped, “Speak! What’s going on?”

He was thinking that Sang Yan might have been injured during resistance or even hurt or killed herself?

If that were the case, then it was their fault.

A bunch of idiots!

It never crossed his mind–

Cen Ba didn’t dare hide the truth and carefully said, “Miss Sang… she’s pregnant. Perhaps the jolting of the journey has caused her to… bleed a bit.”

He bowed his head, stammering out the words, not daring to look at Qi Wuya’s expression.

Qi Wuya didn’t really show any emotion.

He was completely stunned–she was pregnant? Was the child He Ying’s?

So, he was still a step too late!

A tumult of shock, regret, and anger churned in his chest.

His face was expressionless, but inside he brutally wanted to kill someone.

“The doctor… is inside treating her.”

Cen Ba stepped back two paces and whispered.

Qi Wuya heard this, glanced at him, and scoffed coldly, “Save her? Why not take the opportunity to eliminate that bastard seed? Do you expect me to rear another man’s child?”

Cen Ba had anticipated the Emperor’s attitude and paused for a long time before he finally said quietly, “Miss Sang is very weak… I’m afraid she cannot withstand such a shock…”

Qi Wuya clenched his teeth and sneered, “You seem to have more compassion than me!”

He was blaming him for meddling in things.

Cen Ba knelt to the ground with a thud. “Master, please calm your anger. I realize my mistake.”

But did he really make a mistake?

Qi Wuya couldn’t blame him.

Despite his harsh words, he would probably soften his heart when faced with Sang Yan.

Thinking of Sang Yan, he began to move again.

He really wanted to see her too much.

As he pushed the door open.

The scene inside made him frown.

The woman he loved lay on the bed with her clothes half undone, her pale belly showed a few silver needles inserted, and the doctor was still administering acupuncture.

“You, you–”

Sang Yan heard the noise, turned her head, and the next moment her emotions stirred once more.

Her face was deathly pale, and she widened her horrified eyes, yelling, “Get out! Get out! Don’t come any closer!”

“Stay calm, Miss!”

The old doctor held down her shoulders, reminding her, “Think of the child! You can’t get agitated now!”

Hearing the word child, Sang Yan took a deep breath and calmed down.

She looked at him warily, her eyes red and swollen, shaking her head silently.

But Qi Wuya continued to approach slowly.

How could he just give up on reaching her, on having her, over a simple shake of her head?

“Sang Yan, it’s been a long time.”

He looked down at her, his smile gentle.

Sang Yan wished never to see him again for the rest of her life.

She didn’t speak but stared blankly at him.

His sudden appearance had made her feelings of hatred and disgust slow to arise.

“What, what do you want to do?”

She licked her pale, cracked lips and asked.

He saw her condition and considerately brought over a cup of tea to her lips.

She didn’t drink it.

He wasn’t annoyed but simply said softly, “Sang Yan, think of this child, be a little cooperative.”

His threat was quite effective.

Sang Yan had no choice but to compromise and opened her mouth.

She was cold and hungry and needed to drink some hot tea to quickly regain her strength.

Actually, lying down and drinking wasn’t convenient.

Much of the tea spilled out.

Qi Wuya was very patient; he fed her water and then used a clean handkerchief to wipe away the droplets from the corners of her lips.

That gentleness caused her to lose focus for a moment.

She thought of He Ying–how was he doing? Was he out of danger yet?

The person before her might know.

But she didn’t dare to ask.

This man was mad, the gentler he was at this moment, the more dangerous he was.

“What are you thinking about?”

As Qi Wuya asked, he reached out and caressed her chin.

Sang Yan dodged his hand and said indifferently, “I’m thinking about what it will take for you to let me go.”

“What do you guess?”

His voice was teasing.

She kept her face cold, not playing along, “Qi Wuya, be a decent person for once.”

Qi Wuya still didn’t get angry. He slowly withdrew his hand and said with a smile, “As long as you stay by my side obediently, I will naturally be a decent person.”

Sang Yan: “…”

She wouldn’t stay by his side obediently.

As soon as she felt a little better, she would definitely find a way to escape.

“I’m already faded and worn, carrying another man’s child, why must you insist?”

She spoke self-deprecating words.

Qi Wuya heard this and laughed lightly, “Even in this state, I still want you; you can see my sincerity.”

“What sincerity do you have?”

Sang Yan clenched her fists, calling out his despicable nature, “You’re just not willing to let go! You don’t like me at all; a person like you only likes yourself!”

“A person like me?”

Qi Wuya’s gaze darkened, his words carried an edge, “What’s wrong with a person like me?”

Sang Yan stayed silent.

She didn’t want to provoke him.

Qi Wuya also intended to maintain a peaceful relationship and said, “Enough. Why argue with you? We have plenty of time, you will understand eventually.”

At this time, the old doctor had finished applying acupuncture.

He took fetus-preserving medicine from his medical box and handed it to him, “Take this twice a day, boiled. When boiling, be mindful of the time, it should be for two hours.”

Qi Wuya took the medicine, his gaze lowered contemplatively.

Sang Yan, fearing he might have malicious intentions, hurriedly said, “Qi Wuya, the child is innocent. If the child is lost, I will die. Truly. I will die.”

Qi Wuya felt she was threatening him.

And he felt threatened.

Sang Yan wasn’t afraid of death.

Now that she had a child, it had become her weakness.

And he could exploit this weakness.

“Everything has its price.”

He presented her with an ultimatum, “Sang Yan, if you want to save this child, you have to listen to me.”

In his eyes, one child couldn’t make much difference.

Even if she gave birth safely, he wouldn’t let her keep it close.

To lose, to kill, those were trivial matters.

Or he could imprison it, to forever remain her weakness.

It could even be used to threaten He Ying.

As it turns out, this child might be quite useful after all.

Was Sang Yan not aware of his sinister intentions?

But right now, she just wanted to save the child first.

As long as the child was alive, there was hope.

For the sake of the child, she was willing to make temporary concessions, “Fine. As long as the child is safe, I’ll do as you say.”

The child was what mattered the most now.

For the child, she was willing to do anything.

Qi Wuya, hearing her say this, felt a pang of jealousy.

She was desperately protecting another man’s child!

She loved this child very much.

What if they had a child?

Would she be like this?

Perhaps she would want to get rid of it?

So, he was still a step too late.

If she hadn’t been pregnant, he would have made her carry his child first.

A woman with a child would always soften.

If they had a child together, they would also have a connection.

Looking at it this way, the child became dispensable again–he (she) had taken what should have been the place for his own child!

So, to keep or not to keep?