Xu Dachang was sure that Shu Ya would follow him, so he prepared a sedan chair outside early. Taking advantage of the darkness, they quietly left the Duke's Mansion and went to Shen Junzhuo's private residence.
Along the way, Shu Ya felt a dull pain in her abdomen, and her waist was sore. She was a little worried about whether she was going to give birth, but no matter what, she had to see Shu Yao to feel relieved. The sedan walked for a long time, and she was in the sedan.
Zhongqiang endured waves of pain and finally waited until she got off the sedan. Liu's mother opened the curtain of the sedan and helped her out of the sedan.
She looked up and saw that the house was in order, with warm lights shining inside, and polite servants guarding the door. They all saluted her as soon as she stepped out of the sedan chair.
She raised her feet and took a step, her heart pounding with each step. What would be going on inside? Will Shu Yao be in agony? Will Uncle Nine take advantage of others' danger? At this point, Shu Yao can no longer stay in the capital.
If you stay here any longer, do you want to be used as an outside room for others without any name or status?
She walked in step by step, and the door was opened one after another. She walked through the corridor and passed through a courtyard. She suddenly stopped.
A figure was reflected in the window, holding a spoon and blowing it carefully. The next moment, the shadow was blurred, thinking that the contents of the spoon had been fed in. She stood and watched for a long time, and suddenly felt tears pouring down from her eyes.
Wow, this situation feels like déjà vu...
Mother Liu also saw the shadow on the window, and she felt frightened. When she saw Shu Ya's appearance again, she felt a little confused. The two of them stood, and the servants next to them didn't rush them. It wasn't until the shadow on the window got up that Shu Ya came back again.
Take a step inside.
Shen Junzhuo was coming out of it. He didn't care much when he saw her. He just took a step aside and said:
"Shu Yao just had a bowl of porridge and is a little feverish and depressed. Go and see her!" After saying that, Shu Ya walked over without waiting for anything to say.
Shu Ya turned back and glanced at his figure. His steps were clearly steady, but also seemed to contain wind and thunder. It was really unimaginable for such a person to put down his body to take care of him.
There was no one in the room, and Shu Yao had already lied back on the couch. When he saw her, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he called her sister softly. The voice was weak, and he was obviously ill.
Shu Yao stepped forward. There was a brocade stool in front of the couch. Shen Junzhuo probably had just sat on it. Shu Ya sat on it and touched Shu Yao's forehead. Sure enough, it was hot. Looking at her exposed arms,
The bruises were all connected together, and there was no good spot on the entire arm.
Shu Ya's tears welled up, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, lowered her head, and said softly:
"Shu Yao, it's all my sister's fault. If it weren't for my sister, you wouldn't be here. If you didn't come here, how would you suffer all this..."
Shu Yao's eyes stared blankly at the tent roof. Yes, if she had not come here, she would not have met Shen Junzhuo, and she would not be in pain because of loving someone. She smiled sadly and said
:
"Sister is about to give birth, why don't I go back right now..."
Shu Ya raised her head. She didn't expect Uncle Jiu to treat her like this. She was the one who was about to retreat. She shouted softly:
"Shu Yao..."
Shu Yao slowly turned her head and glanced at her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She closed her eyes in pain and said:
"Sister, sister, my heart hurts so much! What do you think I should do, what should I do? How can I still have the nerve to stay by his side..."