In a haze, Chu Nanli seemed to be lying in her own bedroom bed, she found a comfortable position and nestled into the arms of a stuffed toy rabbit nearby, intending to have a good sleep, but she felt a force tugging at her.
Chu Nanli had no choice but to open her eyes, and what greeted her was an ancient-looking room. She felt a chill by the corner of her eye—it seemed she had just been dreaming.
Feeling a trace of liquid remaining at the corner of her mouth, she touched it with her finger—it was medicine.
Had someone come to treat her wounds just now?
Chu Nanli immediately looked around and the next second, she saw a dark shadow flash by the window.
"Who is it?"
She wanted to get up and chase after them, but she had no strength.
The person probably meant her no harm, he could very well be the one who had administered the medicine.
Although she couldn't make out who it was, she always felt that tall figure bore a hint of familiarity, seemingly somewhat similar to Ye Yunting.
"Bang—"
Subsequently, the door to the boudoir was pushed open and Ye Yunting walked in with a cold face.
"What are you doing here?"
Chu Nanli warily looked at Ye Yunting, the man was tall and straight, his presence noble and commanding, his cold face seemed as if it were meticulously sculpted, no wonder the original hostess had liked him so much.
Unfortunately, Ye Yunting only had the looks, his heart was selfish and indifferent. Chu Nanli had just thought that the person who brought the medicine resembled Ye Yunting, but now she felt it would be impossible, he wouldn't be that kind-hearted.
"I came to see you," Ye Yunting spoke indifferently, "Seeing you this spirited, it seems those thirty lashes didn't hurt you much."
The tone made it sound like he was somewhat regretful that she wasn't hurt, truly a despicable man!
Chu Nanli gritted her teeth, too lazy to talk nonsense, "What about the child?"
She hadn't forgotten the promise she had made to the original hostess, she wanted to ensure the child was laid to rest peacefully.
Hearing her mention the child, Ye Yunting's expression turned icy, "Chu Nanli, stop thinking about that child!"
"Why? Ye Yunting, that is your child too, are you going to kill your own flesh and blood?"
"Heh, I have never touched you, how could the child in your belly be mine?" Ye Yunting said darkly. "You did not keep your chastity, I won't pursue this, but for giving the Evil Seed to the Concubine, consider it compensation for your faults."
"Also, you better behave; if Yingying is harmed by your doing, prepare to accompany her in death as well!"
After saying that, Ye Yunting left with a swirl of his sleeves and a dark face.
Chu Nanli slightly furrowed her brows, confused.
Three months ago, at Xingshan Temple, the original hostess had indeed spent the night with Ye Yunting.
She remembered that Ye Yunting had accidentally taken the wrong medicine and was discovered by the original hostess who was there to pray. Thinking Ye Yunting was her rightful husband, she didn't adhere to formalities and spent the entire night with him.
Suddenly, the scoundrel wouldn't recognize her after putting on his pants, nor would he acknowledge his own child, whom he forcibly terminated.
Chu Nanli truly wished she could avenge the original hostess by chopping up that scoundrel, but her immediate concern was to find the discarded fetus.
Checking the time, she had been unconscious for about fifteen minutes, and there should still be time left.
She got up and directly rushed to the Medicinal Cuisine Room, and conveniently encountered a sneaky little maid in the backyard.
The little maid was panicking, her steps unsteady, murmuring softly to herself.
"Those old Nannies are really bullies, why should they make me do such a disgusting task!"
Chu Nanli quietly followed the little maid to the west city's Mass Burial Mound, where the maid, struggling to hold back her disgust, glanced at the bloody mess in her hands.
"Poor child, the client who harmed you is not me, rest in peace, and may you find a good family in your next life—but please don't look for me!"
Having said that, she tossed it like a piece of garbage directly into the stinking Mass Burial Mound.
After the maid left, Chu Nanli hurriedly stepped forward to check. She carefully picked up the fetus, and amazingly found a heartbeat when she touched it!
This child, perhaps, could still live!
Chu Nanli looked around cautiously, quickly found a secluded spot, and transported herself into a space, laying the fetus in the Breeding Box.
It was the year 2090. Given the low natural fertility rates, the Medical College had developed this high-tech Breeding Box that simulates a real uterus, with a survival rate of over 90 percent.
The little one had a weak heartbeat due to being separated from the body for some time, so Chu Nanli added a bunch of supplements to the Breeding Box.
Whether he could survive depended on the child's fate now.
After completing all this, Chu Nanli, exhausted, walked out of the space. She didn't notice that a black figure was concealed in an old tree at a distance.