Chen Siwen woke up leisurely, looked around, and found that he was already at home.
Zeng Nianzheng looked at him with concern on his face, with tears in his eyes.
Seeing him waking up, Zeng Nian's sad face had mostly disappeared, and he asked warmly: "How are you feeling now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. It'll be fine if I take a short rest," Chen Siwen said in a quiet voice, "You don't have to worry."
Zeng Nian rushed back from her parents' home after hearing the news that Chen Siwen had fainted.
"Don't sit on the chair for too long. You are pregnant now, so be careful." Chen Siwen was also very gentle and considerate towards his wife.
Some time ago, Mrs. Zhao was a little angry with her daughter-in-law because of Zeng Ci.
Thanks to Chen Siwen who always protected Zeng Nian and tried his best to prevent her from being wronged.
Although Mrs. Zhao was unhappy, she couldn't help but regress because her son was caught in the middle.
You can't really make the house restless and mother and son turn against each other.
Then Zhao came, followed by a girl holding a bowl of ginseng tea.
"Why is mother here? My son is fine." Chen Siwen said and was about to sit up.
Zeng Nian also quickly stood up to greet her mother-in-law.
"Lie down quickly! How could I not come? I'm almost scared to death of you. Your brother is not at home, and you are the only one I can count on." Mrs. Zhao was naturally very worried, "You are okay, right?
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Chen Siwen knew that his mother was worried about him, so he quickly comforted her with a few words.
Zeng Nian took the ginseng tea and tried it to cool or heat it. It felt just right, so she handed it to her husband.
"You should have a rest, there are plenty of people here to take care of you." Mrs. Zhao said to Zeng Nian, "The baby is not yet firmly seated, so be careful."
"Thank you madam for thinking about it," Zeng Nian said with a smile, "I think it's okay."
In fact, to be fair, there was nothing unsatisfactory about Zeng Nian's daughter-in-law, and she was the one Zhao originally preferred.
What's more, now that she is pregnant with the Chen family's flesh and blood, Zhao will not be in trouble with her when looking at her unborn grandson.
When Chen Siwen woke up, everything was as usual. After a few days, it was time to go into the palace to treat the old concubine.
The person who answered him was the same little eunuch from last time.
Chen Siwen already knew that this little eunuch's name was Bingzhong. The last time he fainted, he asked someone to carry him out.
"Mr. Chen, are you okay? You scared me so much last time." Bingzhong had a baby face, and his eyes were crooked when he smiled, making him feel kind and friendly.
"Thank you for thinking about me, father-in-law. I'm fine now." Chen Siwen responded to him with a smile.
Taking Chen Siwen to the old concubine's palace, naturally there was another process of diagnosis and treatment.
After we came out, the wind was cool and we didn't meet anyone along the way.
When he reached the corner of the palace gate, Bingzhong suddenly stopped Chen Siwen.
"Mr. Chen, please stop for a moment."
"I wonder what my father-in-law has to say?" Chen Sixen turned around and asked him.
"It's nothing. Mr. Chen, you have worked hard. This is what the empress will reward you." Bingzhong said, taking out a small embroidery bag from his sleeve and handing it to Chen Siwen, "Please be sure to keep it and don't lose it."
Already."
Saying that, without waiting for Chen Sixen's reply, he stuffed the embroidery bag into his hand.
"I wonder which empress it is?" Chen Siwen naturally wanted to ask.
"Young master Chen, you don't need to ask any more questions. You will know when you open the embroidery bag when you return." Bingzhong lowered his voice and said, "My queen also asked me to bring you a message - looking at the flowers makes me cry, and I will never forget the kindness of the past."
When Chen Siwen returned home, Zeng Nian happened to go to her mother-in-law's room.
The maid came over to help him take off his coat, and Chen Siwen asked the waiters to get out.
When the kit was taken out, it still carried his body temperature.
He hesitated for a moment, then opened it...
Ever since Chen Siwen was brought back that day, Zeng Nian has been feeling a little uneasy.
I just tried my best to suppress it and try not to show it.
Today, Zhao's sister-in-law came, and Zeng Nian naturally wanted to come over to accompany her.
It wasn't until the guests were sent away that Ms. Zhao said, "You've been sitting with me for most of the day. Go back and have a rest."
Zeng Nian walked back and the maid told him
She said: "My uncle has come back, but for some reason he kicked out all the people who were serving him."
After Zeng Nian heard this, his brows couldn't help but twitch, but he just smiled and said, "You go ahead and ask me what I want to eat for lunch?"
There are some things that Chen Siwen won't tell and she won't ask.
The sky was gray in winter, and a few jackdaws were perched on the dead branches, motionless for a long time.
Afraid that Zeng Nian's feet would be unstable, the two dowry girls carefully supported her on the left and right.
Zeng Nian entered the room and recommended Chen Siwen to sit on the low couch. There was a pile of embers in the copper brazier in front of him, and a cup of tea on the table was already cold.
"How is the old concubine's condition?" Zeng Nian stepped forward and asked.
"It's nothing serious anymore. If I go to the palace once or twice, I won't have to go again." Chen Siwen raised his eyes and looked at Zeng Nian, and stretched out his hand to pull her to sit down.
"I think you just have a bad appetite, so I asked them to make yam and jade grits soup. What else do you want to eat?" Zeng Nian asked.
Chen Siwen noticed the cautiousness in Zeng Nian's tone, raised his hand and gently stroked her head and said: "A-Nian, you are my wife, I will never do anything sorry to you. You are pregnant with your child now.
Don't worry."
His words made Zeng Nian's eyes heat up, and he slowly said, "I married you without your consent.
At that time, you were seriously ill and I couldn't take care of you too much. I thought to myself, if I get married, I can serve you day by day.
In fact, this is all my selfishness and I didn't ask you what you meant.
What's gratifying is that you recovered slowly. What's even more gratifying to me is that you completely forgot everything about her.
I think this is God's blessing! If you still remember her, how should I deal with it?
For more than a year, I felt like I was living like a thief. I didn’t dare to indulge myself boldly. I was afraid that one day, you would suddenly remember the past again.
Until a few days ago, you were carried back from the palace. When I stayed by your side, you called her name repeatedly.
At that moment, I seemed to be knocked down to hell. I knew you remembered her again, and I thought I couldn't compete with it.
I know that out of morality and duty, you will inevitably hide your worries and pretend that nothing happened.
So if you think it should be like this, then I will accompany you to continue like this.
If you are not willing to bend your heart and endure it, I can take a step back and give you peace of mind."
"The past is the past," Chen Siwen looked at Zeng Nian and said, "She is just a dream of mine, but after all, she does not belong to me.
You and I will be husband and wife for the rest of our lives, and this will never change.
Don’t have any more doubts in your mind, and take care of your baby with peace of mind.
Besides, there must be a conspiracy here, there must be someone in the palace who is dissatisfied and wants to use me to tarnish her reputation."
Inside the kit was a letter, the handwriting was very similar to Cen Yunchu's.
It's just about telling the pain of separation and the inability to break up about missing each other.
But Chen Siwen determined that this was not written by Cen Yunchu. Based on his understanding of Cen Yunchu, it was impossible for someone as arrogant as her to still be disconnected from him after the passage of time.
So he burned the letter and the brocade bag and expressed his feelings to his wife.
