Why is it me?

de table was a brass gossip mirror, given to her by Situ Lin.My brother was checking her room and bathroom, Lin Yanhuan gave me a look, signaling me to come out and speak."Xiao Qiao, I remember you re..."Little Empress, it's not that we didn't come to save you, it's just that this barrier is really troublesome. Could you please plead with the Emperor and spare us " Bai Wuchang said to me with a smile.

When his tongue wasn't sticking out, he didn't look so frightening.

Anyway, my three views are almost collapsing now, I even feel that his smile is kind of familiar.

"I..." I looked at Jiang Qiyun, he lowered his eyes to look at me.

That look was too complex. Besides helplessness and guilt, I even saw a glimmer of...

A trace...

Compassion

Yes, it's compassion.

He also thought I was pitiful

Originally so harsh, cold, and callous towards me, now finally knowing to be kinder

"That... I'm fine, thanks for coming to save me." I said to Bai Wu Chang.

Hei Wu Chang stood beside me, his expression much more serious than Bai Wu Chang's. He wasn't smiling so cheerfully, instead he stared at me with narrowed eyes and a furious look.

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Don't, don't, we don't deserve your thanks. You should thank the Emperor... Hey, Lao Ba, why did you only catch these few female ghosts What about that scoundrel"

At a glance, I saw that the Black Grim Reaper only held those who had been killed by the evil sorcerer before. Most of them were residents here.

"Tsk tsk, Old Eighth, this isn't like you! You never miss a single ghost, how come that one blinded your eyes" Bai Wuchang's words were laced with venom.

"Nonsense!" Hei Wu Chang snorted, glaring at him. "That soul-binding spell is powerful, she vanished with a ghostly face, we couldn't catch her."

The Black and White Imps usually appear together, but can also go alone to collect souls. Men are composed of Yang soul and Yin spirit; women are composed of Yin soul and Yang spirit. Therefore, the White Imp usually collects male ghosts and the Black Imp collects female ghosts.

I stood there, frozen, listening to the two of them talk. I didn't realize how tightly I was pressed against Jiang Qiyun's chest, one hand clutching his hand, the other gripping the fabric of his shirt.

This posture, seen by ordinary people, would be considered insane.

A man stared at me for a long time and then asked, "You...did you hit your head"

I "Ah"ed in surprise, realizing how strange I must have looked in his eyes. I quickly let go of Jiang Qiyun.

I didn't want to let go of his hand, and he didn't let go of mine either. Though I felt that his silence was a little strange, and his eyes were complex in a way I couldn't understand.

But, his presence by my side at this moment is enough.

"Damn, it's freezing in here!" one shivered, rubbing their arms. "Did these freaks set the air conditioning to the lowest setting to hide a body It's friggin' cold…"

"Go outside and get some sun, don't catch a cold." My uncle pushed that little police officer out.

Uncle Mu Chengsu was the youngest third-grade police inspector and an associate professor of forensic medicine. He was the most capable person among my father's generation.

And he's very capable. Just now, seeing him holding a gun in one hand and making hand gestures with the other, that aura of dominance was simply... However, this can't be said out loud.

He had just turned thirty this year, was unmarried, and countless women were pursuing him, yet he didn't look at any of them seriously.

For this, he even had a falling out with my grandfather and hasn't been home for two years.

"Xiao Qiao," he called out from afar, his gaze sweeping past me before settling on me with a heavy voice. "This place is too cold and dreary. Come out."

He was hinting at something, but I was conflicted—I didn't want to leave his side right now.

Jiang Qiyun gave Wu Chang a look, and they vanished.

He dragged me out, and there were still limbs scattered on the floor from what had fallen out of the freezer. I covered my mouth to stifle a vomit, which caused Jiang Qiyun's brows to furrow.

"...Still not feeling well" He pulled me to stand on one side of the warning line.

"This scene is too sickening," I pressed down on the churning feeling in my chest, trying to calm myself. "I didn't intentionally put myself in danger, these people targeted my house, we were caught off guard..."

I whispered an explanation, not sure if he was even listening.

He regained that coldness in his eyes: "I know. I'll order them hunted, to minimize the danger around you as much as possible."

That kind of reassurance makes me feel a little better.

》》》

When I came out of the police station, I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was even shaky on my feet.

Recently, I've started to feel some pregnancy symptoms. The first one is sleepiness. With the shock and staying up late, I can't handle it at all.

I don't know how I got back to the room. When I woke up, I suddenly felt something strange behind me.

Jiang Qiyun was behind me...

He was pillowing his arm, and had the other hand resting on my waist. He was wearing clothes I’d made for him: a simple white shirt and black trousers.

I couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at" he opened his eyes.

"You... you haven't slept" I turned to face him.

"I don't care if I sleep or not." he said faintly, closing his eyes gently.

I looked at his cold face, somewhat unable to figure out what he was thinking.

He seems to place a great deal of importance on this unborn child, but why

He is no ordinary man, he need not worry about growing old or death; he need not worry about being unserved; he need not worry about being alone.

I questioned him dubiously, "Jiang Qiyun, are we... a couple who were married in the afterlife"

He hummed softly.

"I don't understand, why do you need me, or...why do you need this Yin-Yang fetus You...don't seem like someone who lacks women. Shouldn't you have many Yin spirits by your side" I asked cautiously.

He opened his eyes and stared at me with a cold gaze, which made me nervous.

“I'm not trying to pry into your affairs, or to interfere. All I want to know is, what use am I to you Why do you need me to become pregnant... You don't have to worry about aging, illness, or the human need to procreate. I, I—”

I can't really go on...

His gaze was too profound, the dark gold irises swirling subtly.

I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a volcano, watching the magma flow slowly below. It's dizzying.

"Your status is noble, perhaps I'm just a passerby in the blink of an eye for you. I'm not delving into your affairs, I just want to know... what meaning does this have" I tensed up nervously, my hand unconsciously pressing against my stomach.

His eyes were still so sharp and cold, staring at me without blinking. I was pressured by his aura, my breathing quickened.

"There's no one else." he suddenly said heavily.

"What"

"To no one else, that ring, I've given it to only you." He closed his eyelashes lightly, hiding those icy eyes.

I gently caressed the ring and asked carefully, “......Is it because my physique is special, that I can carry your child for you”

I asked this question with a flicker of expectation in my heart.

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

In that moment, my heart felt like it was doused with a bucket of ice water. A bitter ache spread through my entire body, leaving a dull pain in my chest.

"Why... is it me..." I choked back sobs, unable to hold in my tears any longer.

He suddenly rolled over and pinned me down, his anger evident as he gripped my jaw—

< >She raised an eyebrow, let out a snort of laughter at my "bribing" method for the little boy, her disdainful expression completely unhidden: “So this is how Your Highness interacts with all the little...