Chapter 1187: Epilogue (5)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Yan Jiuchao had to admit that he was not a qualified chatterbox. It’s not that he didn’t know that he was quiet. Yu Wan actually didn’t say much, but when they were together, she always found something to talk about.
Now she couldn’t say it. So it was his turn.
Yan Jiuchao picked a flower and placed it on her head. Her quiet and beautiful sleeping appearance instantly had a trace of liveliness.
“What’s it like over there? Do you have such beautiful flowers?” Yan Jiuchao lowered his head and kissed her temples. “Did you go back? Remember to come back when you’re done playing.”
“Wahhh—”
Winter passed and spring came. In the blink of an eye, it had been six months for Yan Xiaosi. It was said that children would sit in seven months, and crawl in eight months. Other children would only start crawling in seven or eight months, but she could crawl all over the ground now.
She took advantage of the wet nurse’s nap and crawled crookedly to Prince Yan Manor’s small garden to pick the most beautiful yellow peony.
Ever since Yu Wan’s accident, the three little eggs had become much more sensible. They didn’t cause trouble everywhere and began to study seriously.
Uncle Wan thought that his flowers would be safe after avoiding the three little eggs. Unexpectedly, he could not avoid Yan Xiaosi.
Yan Xiaosi bit the peony in her mouth and crawled into Yu Wan’s room with ease. She crawled to the bed and climbed onto her feet. Her chubby hand grabbed Huahua and placed her by her mother’s pillow. “Waah, waah.”
Mother, flower!
After giving out the flowers, Yan Xiaosi wanted to stand up with the help of the bed and kiss her mother, but she couldn’t stand firmly and fell down. Of course, she did not fall to the ground. She was caught by a pair of strong palms.
Yan Jiuchao picked up Yan Xiaosi and looked at the yellow peony by the pillow. He asked dotingly, “Did you send flowers to Mom again?”
Yan Xiaosi waved her little arms and legs. ‘Waah!”
Yes, yes!
Yan Jiuchao said, “Why is it yellow again? Do you like yellow flowers so much? Or do you think only yellow flowers are flowers?”
Yan Xiaosi: “Waah!”
Yan Jiuchao didn’t understand either, right? He carried Yan Xiaosi back to her room.
Yan Xiaosi fluttered. “Waah!”
She had already given her flowers, but she didn’t kiss her mother!
At night, Prince Yan Manor fell silent.
Yan Jiuchao fetched water and wiped Yu Wan’s face. Actually, her complexion was no longer very pale, but in Zhou Jin’s words, her soul was probably no longer here, so she was destined not to wake up in this life.
However, Yan Jiuchao did not believe him. He had to guard her. He believed that she would wake up one day.
She would be back.
“There’s a letter from the capital. I’ll read it to you.” Yan Jiuchao put down his handkerchief and took out the letters that the courier had just sent. There were a total of two letters. One was sent from Lotus Flower Village, and the other was sent by Prince Yan, who was accompanying the three little fellows to study.
“The letter said that Yu Feng and Bai Tang have a child. It’s a son. Uncle and
Aunt are very happy. Also, isn’t it Enke this year? Yu Song wants to take that. He said that he’s going to be the top scholar. Do you know what an Enke is? The imperial examination is once every three years. An Enke is an exam outside the rules. His Majesty established Prince Cheng as the crown prince and granted amnesty to the world, so he set the Enke.”
What Yan Jiuchao had not said in his life seemed to have been said in this half a year.
“There’s also a letter written by Father. Do you want to hear it?” He looked at Yu Wan and said.
Of course, Yu Wan could not respond to him. She was already a soulless body. Yan Jiuchao opened the letter. Halfway through, he suddenly choked. “…Dabao spoke. He called Mom… In his dream… He missed you…”
Yan Jiuchao gripped the letter in his hand tightly and his body trembled slightly. “Yu Ah Wan… I miss you too… I miss you… Yu Ah Wan… I miss you…”
A drop of hot tear rolled down his cheek and dripped between Yu Wan’s eyebrows.
On a snowy night, Yan Jiuchao sat in a room without any candles, but the light reflected through the windows and doors on a snowy night still made the room clear.
“Young Master, it’s time to eat.” Uncle Wan walked in with the food box and placed the bowl on the table.
Ever since Yu Wan was in a coma, Yan Jiuchao had stopped eating meat. He did not believe in Buddha, but he was willing to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha for Yu Wan.
Uncle Wan placed a few light dishes on the table and silently left.
These were all dishes made by top chefs. The Fragrance of Hundred Miles’ poison had been removed, and his taste buds had recovered. However, Yan Jiuchao still felt that everything he ate was tasteless..
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