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When Yun Ya woke up, she found herself in Chongqing.
Qiao Lu informed her that the Commander had forgiven Li Yunfu and reinstated him to his former position. As for Yun Ya, it seemed he had grown weary of her and sent her off to this place.
While Qiao Lu was carefully combing Yun Ya's hair, she sighed, "If I had known it would come to this, Young Mistress, you should have brought him a concubine to avoid being sent to this place."
Still feeling dazed from just waking up, Yun Ya pressed her temples, struggling to understand how she ended up in Chongqing. As she turned her head, Qiao Lu accidentally tugged at her hair, sending a sharp pain through her scalp and clearing her mind slightly. "How many days was I unconscious?" Yun Ya asked.
"It's already December 4th, nearly twenty days," Qiao Lu replied cautiously, observing Yun Ya's expression with respect.
Yun Ya took a deep breath, unable to comprehend how a single slap from Li Yunfu could leave her unconscious for twenty days.
As if sensing her thoughts, Qiao Lu said, "Madam, you are pregnant."
Suddenly, Yun Ya's eyes fixed intently on Qiao Lu like arrows piercing through the air, causing Qiao Lu to tremble and her voice to falter. "The doctor... the doctor said your health is poor and that you've been under prolonged stress... that's why you fainted for so long." At this point, Qiao Lu raised her gaze to meet Yun Ya's eyes. "Young Mistress, you are carrying a little master. You need to take care of yourself so he can be born healthy."
A child.
Yun Ya gently placed her hand over her belly, silently repeating in her heart, my child. She wondered if Feng Chen would accept this baby.
Thinking of Feng Chen made Yun Ya's hand tremble slightly.
If she were not carrying this child, perhaps by now she would have tried every possible means to escape back to Jinling to find Feng Chen. But now, she suddenly felt that being alone with this child was not so bad.
In the afternoon, Yun Ya was basking in the sun in the small garden, the white rocking chair swaying gently, lulling her into a drowsy state. In her hazy half-sleep, she heard the shouts of a newsboy, which abruptly pulled her back to consciousness.
The sun was shining beautifully, and the warmth from the heater in her hands radiated a comforting heat, yet Yun Ya suddenly felt very cold.
The newsboy was shouting: "Protests against the atrocities of the Japanese invaders, Nanjing is about to fall!"
Yun Ya did not know how long she stood there in a daze. By the time she hurriedly rushed out the door, the newsboy had already turned into a nearby alley.
Pregnant as she was, she ultimately did not catch up with the newsboy, but his repeated cries of "Nanjing is about to fall" struck hard at Yun Ya's heart.
Leaning against the wall, Yun Ya gasped for breath. She did not know whether she was worried about Feng Chen or Li Yunfu, or perhaps those classmates who were causing trouble. One moment she thought of Feng Chen's reluctant gaze, and the next moment it was Li Yunfu's furious reprimands, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he left for the last time.
Tap tap, tap tap tap...
The final step out of the door seemed to linger for an eternity. For some reason, the person who had hit her was him; he was the one who had caused her to faint for twenty days. Yet she held no resentment towards him at all; her mind was filled with the sound of his footsteps as he departed, and she could even sense his reluctance to leave.
"Young Mistress, why are you out here?!" Qiao Lu shouted as she hurried over to support Yun Ya.
Yun Ya grasped Qiao Lu's hand tightly, her gaze steady: "Tell me, what has been happening lately? What is going on outside? Isn't the government in Nanjing? Why is it about to fall?" Her grip tightened so much that her knuckles protruded slightly, and the blue veins on her pale skin appeared ominous.
This time Qiao Lu did not panic as she had in the morning; instead, there was deep sorrow in her eyes as she looked at Yun Ya: "Young Mistress, do you dislike Young Master? Actually... he has been very good to you."
Yun Ya felt a moment of breathlessness.
"The government moved to Chongqing a few days ago. The adjutant said that the young master has offended someone important, so on the surface, they are reinstating him, but in reality, they want him to stay in Nanjing and wait for his demise." Qiao Lu's face was filled with sorrow, unaware that Yun Ya's complexion had suddenly drained of color. She continued, "Young Mistress, please don't hold a grudge against the young master anymore. You must take good care of yourself; you are his only blood relative."
"Mm, I understand," Yun Ya replied casually.
Qiao Lu was lost in her own relief and did not notice Yun Ya's fleeting gaze.
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