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Cheng Mosu entered Jiang Yating's room while holding the baby. Seeing her pull the corners of her mouth into a faint smile, he couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. Looking at her pale appearance, he panicked, "What happened to you?"
Jiang Yating wished she could smile brightly like before, to bloom among the flowers, but she had no strength left and could only gaze lightly at the dreary scene. Her dark hair fell onto the pure white sheets, making her look even paler and more exhausted. She waved her hand at Cheng Mosu, who nodded in understanding and found a place to sit beside her, handing the child to her.
Jiang Yating looked at the fragile yet strong life in her arms. Her thin lips trembled slightly as she tried to make a sound, but it caught in her throat, leaving her speechless. The sun had already set, and the red glow of the sunset shone through the transparent window, casting a warm hue on her face, adding a touch of color to her pallor.
"It's a boy. The doctor said he's very healthy, so don't worry," Cheng Mosu said with a gentle smile.
She nodded, gathering all her strength to squeeze out a sound. Her Eyes cleared of mist, "I beg you, help me with one thing."
"Please speak," Cheng Mosu said quietly as he looked at her. She smiled faintly and returned his gaze. At that moment, as she calmed her emotions, she realized how breathtakingly beautiful Cheng Mosu was and saw that his clear eyes reflected a pure heart.
She slowly turned her Eyes away, feeling incredibly light. She was about to leave for a place free of sin and greed, where she would let go of attachment and obsession, gain and loss, interests and values; she would simply feel the vitality and elegance of the world.
Bodhi originally had no tree; Mingjing is not a platform. Originally there was nothing; where could dust settle?
She grasped Cheng Mosu's delicate wrist, feeling that his fair skin was as pure as the moonlight and as bright as snow. It was at this moment that she understood why Shaoyi cherished Cheng Mosu so deeply. She pulled the corners of her mouth up and bid farewell to the past while waving off the future.
"Please take care of my child."
Cheng Mosu was taken aback and spoke softly, "You won't have any problems."
"You always have such a kind heart." Jiang Yating smiled bitterly. She could see that Cheng Mosu had already let go of their past grievances. She never imagined that in her final moments, it would be someone she had always disliked by her side. She shook her head and continued, "I know my condition. I only ask you to take care of him. I beg you to promise me that if you... can agree to my request, then I will die without regrets."
Cheng Mosu gently bit her Rose-Colored Lips, feeling a stir in her heart. She understood that Jiang Yating was atoning for her sins; if she did not agree, Jiang Yating would likely not find peace. She nodded, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. "Alright, I agree. But you should give him a name."
The tension in Jiang Yating's mind eased, her voice becoming ethereal as her consciousness faded, growing more and more hazy. "Shaoyi had already chosen a name; you should discuss it with him... Also, you need to watch over my mother... You must not let her take the child..."
Her voice grew lighter, the hand holding Cheng Mosu's losing strength, as if she had turned into a feather, floating in mid-air without falling, so light and unburdened, flying towards the ends of the sky.
Cheng Mosu sighed, wiped the tears from her face, and stepped out holding the infant, just as she met Nan Wan's gaze. She lowered her eyes; all Nan Wan could see was the tear-streaked Countenance on that pale face, soft and gentle. Cheng Mosu lightly bit her Rose-Colored Lips, leaning against the milky-white railing with a serious expression.
Nan Wan sighed and patted her shoulder. "Yating has passed away, but I can’t help but think that she entrusted the child to you, right?"
"Yes," she replied softly without raising her gaze.
Nan Wan continued, "Don't worry; she has been liberated. At the moment of her death, she had already come to terms with everything and let go of all her obsessions. Do you remember I told you that the situation has changed?"
Cheng Mosu nodded, clearly not understanding why Nan Wan brought this up now. Seeing a glimmer of insight in Nan Wan's deep gaze, she suddenly realized and trembled slightly while holding the infant. "Is it Miss Jiang who asked you to keep me here?"
"Yes, she was prepared at that time. She originally wanted to give birth to the child and leave him in your care while she went abroad to spend the rest of her life. However, she did not expect such a drastic turn of events; she lost too much blood and could only choose one between herself and the child to save. She chose the child and gave everyone a new beginning."
Cheng Mosu's Water-colored Eyes trembled as she looked at the Infant in her arms with pity. The palace lanterns in the corridor cast a dim light that covered the crimson carpet with a layer of white frost. She rubbed her eyes and smiled faintly. "Then please trouble Uncle Nan to fetch a wet nurse."
A hint of smile appeared on Nan Wan's weathered cheeks; all storms would pass, and all obsessions would come to an end.
Cheng Mosu returned to the room with the child and found Feng Yin looking puzzled. She explained everything once again. Even Feng Yin set aside her prejudices and grievances towards Jiang Yating. The Infant stretched out its tiny hand, incredibly adorable, bringing a glimmer of joy amidst their sorrow.
"Miss, you don't have to keep taking care of Young Master. If you want something to eat, I can go to the Kitchen and check for you," Feng Yin said with a smile. She was momentarily taken aback, realizing that she hadn't eaten yet and was feeling a bit hungry, but she didn't know what she wanted. She simply replied, "Just see what's available and bring something back. Also, check if Uncle Nan's wet nurse has arrived."
"Okay," Feng Yin responded and went off on her own. She turned her gaze back to the face of the Infant, smiling gently.
As Feng Yin walked alone down the corridor, she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door. She saw Nan Wan pacing toward the entrance, his expression extremely serious. Feeling a sense of foreboding about something happening, she quietly hid behind a pillar in the Crystal Palace to observe the situation.
Suddenly, her heart raced as she watched a beautiful woman push the door open and enter.
"Oh, Madam Jiang, what brings you here so suddenly?" Nan Wan said with a forced smile, glancing coldly at Madam Jiang's face.
Madam Jiang slightly parted her crimson lips, and her peony-patterned Qipao signified her noble status. She looked down at Nan Wan, saying, "I heard my daughter has given birth; is it not permissible for me to come see her?"
"Yating just passed away; please do not disturb her any further," he replied straightforwardly.
"I understand," Madam Jiang said without a hint of emotion on her face. "My daughter is dead; naturally, I will take my Grandson back to raise him myself, so there's no need for Mr. Nan to take care of him."
Suddenly, a line of bodyguards surged in behind her. Her pleasant voice turned into a sharp dagger that cut through the air as she commanded, "You all go search every room; if you find my Grandson, bring him to me immediately."
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