CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: THE FACE-SLAPPING TIME-TRAVELING FARMING GIRL 33

Qi Wenwei personally brought a bowl of medicine soup and handed it to Zhao Sanya.

"Drink it."

His face was cold, but he was guilty and dared not look at Zhao Sanya.

"What is this?"

Zhao Sanya already had a premonition, but still wanted to hear it from Qi Wenwei himself.

"Abortion pill." Qi Wenwei placed the medicine bowl on the table: "Drink it quickly, the sooner you drink it, the sooner you can be at peace."

Zhao Sanya lay on the bed, her eyes fixated on Qi Wenwei: "Are you sure you want me to drink it? The child is already so many months old, if I drink it, I might die, two lives would be lost..."

"Drink it."

Qi Wenwei turned his head away.

Those two words numbed Zhao Sanya’s heart with pain.

She took several deep breaths to steady her mind: "Husband, I... don’t want to drink."

"Don’t call me husband."

The two words that Qi Wenwei could least bear to hear now were these, hearing them made him feel sick. The more he once loved Zhao Sanya, the more disgusted he was now.

Zhao Sanya suddenly sat up, pointing at Qi Wenwei and coughed fiercely several times: "Then what should I call you? Brother? Fine, what a brother, when you married me before, your words were so nice, you said you would always treat me well, and we would never part, but now? You all just want my life, what did I do wrong? I didn’t know I was your sister, I just liked you, is that wrong?"

"Stop talking, stop talking."

Qi Wenwei covered his head, crying in agony: "I know you are suffering, I can’t stand it either, Rong’er, I’m begging you, please drink the medicine, the child is a karmic obstacle, it cannot be kept."

Zhao Sanya cried.

Tears streamed down one after the other.

But she just wouldn’t drink the medicine.

"I won’t drink, I don’t want to die, I want to live, I want to survive."

She jumped off the bed and grabbed Qi Wenwei’s shoulders shaking them fiercely: "If you don’t want to see me, let’s divorce, I will raise the child after it’s born, I... won’t be a burden to you."

"We can’t divorce."

Qi Wenwei pushed Zhao Sanya away, his face filled with decisiveness: "If we divorced, we would really be a laughingstock, I... I have already pleaded with Qi Wenshao and mother, they won’t tell others, we can’t divorce now, wait a bit longer."

He picked up the medicine bowl again: "But the child cannot be kept, cannot keep..."

Qi Wenwei held Zhao Sanya’s chin with one hand, forcing the medicine down her throat: "Be good, the medicine will only hurt for a moment, Rong’er, I will stay by your side, I won’t let anything happen to you, be good."

Zhao Sanya struggled desperately, but Qi Wenwei was much stronger, restraining her tightly.

Zhao Sanya watched as the medicine poured into her mouth, its bitter taste excruciating, and the scalding medicine flowed down her esophagus, the pain tore her heart into pieces.

"Qi Wenwei, I hate you."

Zhao Sanya closed her eyes, tears kept flowing.

By the time Qi Wenwei dropped the medicine bowl, Zhao Sanya was already rolling on the ground in pain.

"It hurts so much, I’m going to die."

She stretched out her hand begging Qi Wenwei: "Doctor, get me a doctor, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to die..."

Qi Wenwei watched as blood flowed out from Zhao Sanya, scared, he backed up several steps, and by the time he reached the door, he turned and ran.

Zhao Sanya was in pain almost to the point of suffocation.

Seeing no one helping her, she could only grit her teeth and drink several sips of spiritual spring water.

She wanted to use the spiritual spring water to alleviate the effects of the drug, to let her survive.

Before she passed out, Zhao Sanya swore through gritted teeth that if she survived, she would definitely take revenge, she would retaliate against everyone in the Qi Family.

Qi Wenwei dared not look at Zhao Sanya, after running out, it took him several hours to return.

He was also uneasy about the girl going into Zhao Yiyi’s room, so with a heavy, anxious heart, he went to see Zhao Sanya.

Qi Wenwei was out for several hours, and Zhao Sanya was in pain for several hours.

Perhaps it was because of the effectiveness of the spiritual spring water, she survived, and the child was unharmed.

Zhao Sanya struggled to tidy herself up before lying down on the bed, and just then, Qi Wenwei returned.

When Zhao Sanya looked at Qi Wenwei, there seemed to be poison in her eyes.

"Rong’er, how are you feeling now?"

Qi Wenwei’s hands trembled, not daring to touch Zhao Sanya.

"I’m not going to die."

Zhao Sanya said coldly.

"And the child?"

Qi Wenwei asked again.

Zhao Sanya touched her belly: "He’s still perfectly fine. Despite the pain I suffered for hours, he turned out to be alright."

Qi Wenwei stepped back several times in fear; looking at Zhao Sanya’s belly as if it contained demons, with just one glance, he fled in terror.

"Scumbag."

Zhao Sanya cursed through clenched teeth.

Qi Wenshao visited Ye Mansion a few days later.

After meeting with Ye Song, Qi Wenshao came to see Anning.

Anning didn’t allow Qi Wenshao to stay long at the Ye Mansion but took him to a manor in the suburbs.

"Mother, my origin?"

Seeing no one around, Qi Wenshao finally voiced the question that had been suffocating him for days.

Anning placed a finger to her lips: "Shush, don’t ask."

She patted Qi Wenshao’s shoulder: "Now, you are the Heir of Prince Kang Le, and in the future, you will only be the Princely Heir, understand?"

Qi Wenshao seemed to understand something.

He nodded heavily and did not ask any further questions.

Anning looked into the distance and asked Qi Wenshao with a smile, "Shaoshao, do you remember what I once told you?"

Qi Wenshao shook his head: "Mother, you have said many things to me."

Anning smiled: "I’ve said I would give you the best of everything in this world."

Suddenly she turned around, her face wearing a warm smile as she looked at Qi Wenshao: "Shaoshao, are you ready?"

Qi Wenshao’s face was a mixture of emotions—timid, nervous, but more than that, somewhat excited.

Ye Song had taught him a lot, so had Anning. He was well-learned, with uncommon insights and ambitious.

He originally thought to change his destiny through the imperial examination, to enter the court, to become a high official, and to achieve what was in his heart.

But now, with an opportunity to ascend to that supreme position, he... wanted to try, even if the attempt doomed him.

Anning walked a few steps forward, with Qi Wenshao following behind her.

As they reached the fields, Anning spoke softly: "Eunuch Bai will support you with all his might."

Qi Wenshao frowned, not understanding why Eunuch Bai would help him.

Anning’s voice lowered again: "He is your mother’s uncle, your maternal great-uncle."

With that single sentence, Qi Wenshao understood why the blood test had gone so smoothly—a Chief Eunuch by the Emperor’s side, someone he had never met, why he would risk such great taboo to help him.

So, that was it.

He suddenly understood why such a scheme was laid out.

Probably because they knew of Eunuch Bai’s identity, so Anning had such a thought.

After all, given such convenience, it would be too hard to give up the chance.

And the reason Eunuch Bai would support him with all his might was that he was Bai He’s son, the only remaining blood of the Bai family. If this succeeded, then it meant the Bai family ascending to that position, a matter more important than his own life to Eunuch Bai.