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A gust of cold wind swept over, and Xing Ruyi felt a chill at her fingertips, hearing a strange laughter in her ears. Looking down, she saw the baby tightly pursing his lips, his dark, glistening eyes resembling purple-black grapes, coldly staring back at her.
"Tch!"
Xing Ruyi lightly scolded, making a ghost face at the little one in her arms while subtly tapping her right index and middle fingers on the soft nape of his neck.
The baby paused for a moment, pouted his lips, and then cried out just like any ordinary infant.
Perhaps due to the bond between mother and child, Qing Luan, who had fainted from exhaustion after giving birth, slowly regained consciousness. She looked wearily at the baby in Xing Ruyi's arms, her lips moving slightly but no sound came out.
"Do you want to see him?"
Xing Ruyi asked softly as she sat beside Qing Luan.
"Can I?" Qing Luan bit her pale lower lip.
"Of course, he is your son," Xing Ruyi replied, placing the child in front of Qing Luan. However, as she let go, she secretly gave the baby a warning glance. The little one's delicate pink lips turned away.
"He’s so cute!"
Upon seeing that handsome face for the first time, Qing Luan's reaction was no different from that of any new mother. Xing Ruyi sighed lightly and turned to find Ah Xing, only to see him standing motionless in the shadows with a dark expression.
The smell of blood in the air grew increasingly intense.
As Ah Xing swiftly moved to insert a black curved blade between the baby and Qing Luan, Xing Ruyi could only describe her expression as one of shock.
In that damp and dim chamber, with flickering candlelight, a weary yet beautiful woman, a man with half a ghost face, and a baby with a smile at the corner of his mouth created such a mysterious scene that even years later when recalling it, Xing Ruyi still felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Cousin, don’t!"
Qing Luan turned her body slightly, her eyes filled with pleading.
"Let me kill him, Qingluan. You know he is a monster." Ah Xing said as he pulled the curved knife out of the stone bed again, this time aiming for the baby's heart.
The baby squinted slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, looking at Ah Xing with a semblance of amusement.
"No!" Qingluan, seeing this, disregarded her recently delivered body and struggled to rise, gripping the sharp edge of the curved knife with her hand. "He is my child, the child I went through so much hardship to bring into this world. Cousin, I beg you, please don’t!"
"A child? Open your eyes and look! He is not a child; he is clearly a monster. Just wait until I cut off his face; then you will know what he really is."
"Cousin!"
Qingluan looked up at Ah Xing. "It’s all my fault. If you want to hate someone, hate me alone. If you want to blame someone, blame me alone. I only ask you to spare my child."
After saying this, Qingluan looked down at the still smiling baby and smiled gently. "No matter what you are, you are my son. Don’t worry; Mother will protect you. Mother will protect you even if it costs her life."
The baby giggled and stuck out his tiny pink tongue to lick the blood that had dripped onto his lips.
Perhaps the scene was too horrifying; Ah Xing seemed to go mad and forcibly snatched back the curved knife before quickly stabbing it toward the baby's chest.
"Stab!"
The blade sliced through the air, piercing the skin and embedding itself in the stone bed once more.
"What are you doing? You were the one who called me here, and now you're ignoring my presence. You think you can just kill a Demonic Fetus with a broken knife? If it’s that simple, why did you even call me? Just stab your cousin's belly with that broken knife and be done with it."
Xing Ruyi said while blowing on her own wounded hand and gently patting the baby in her arms. If she hadn't seen it wrong, just as Ah Xing aimed the knife at this child named Midnight, his pupils had turned red.
In folklore, a fetus that dies tragically within its mother often transforms into an Evil Spirit that haunts the living. Unable to be reincarnated or reborn, it endlessly suffers in a realm of wrongful death. Therefore, the resentment of such spirits is particularly vicious.
The "Compendium of Medical Science" also states: "When the organs are harmonized, blood and energy are abundant; wind demons cannot harm them. If vitality is weak, then spirits can enter the organs and appear as if pregnant; hence they are called Demonic Fetus."
If Xing Ruyi guessed correctly, this child was likely born from accumulated resentment. The red pupils were probably an omen of becoming demonic. While it couldn't be fully confirmed yet, it was best not to provoke something like "demons" lightly.
Xing Ruyi looked around and saw that everything was fine. The blood color in the pupils gradually faded, and she finally felt relieved. She placed him on the bed and then took the scissors she had just used to cut the umbilical cord, cutting a piece from the unbloodied bedsheet to bandage the injured Qingluan.
“Qingluan, there’s something I want to ask. Although it may not be appropriate, I cannot help but ask because it involves him.”
Qingluan lowered her head and smiled faintly. “What does Ruyi want to know? Qingluan understands in her heart. Even if you don’t ask, I will take the initiative to tell you. It’s just that my cousin…”
“Superficial injuries, nothing serious.”
“Thank you, miss.” Qingluan smiled slightly, making an effort to sit up straight, then gazed affectionately at Ah Xing.
“I lost both my parents and have been living with my aunt. My cousin is a few years older than me and is the only son in his family, so I have always followed him and received his care. About six years ago, I saved a seriously injured person at the village entrance. That person is now my husband, Ji Shengtang, the shopkeeper's son.”
At this point, Qingluan turned her gaze back to Xing Ruyi's face, feeling a bit shy. Seeing that Xing Ruyi did not look down on her, she cleared her throat lightly and continued.
“A young girl in love happens to save a handsome young man who is seriously injured and talented. After taking care of him day and night, feelings are bound to develop. Qingluan knows that many plays depict it this way, and our story seems quite similar on the surface. However, only we know that plays are plays, and life is life.”
“Plays originate from life but only depict one beautiful side of it. Even plays that aren’t beautiful will arrange for a seemingly happy ending.” Xing Ruyi nodded while glancing at the baby who was squinting with eyes closed.
“Ruyi is certainly not common people; indeed, our lives are much more complicated than those in plays.” Qingluan sighed lightly, her gaze lingering on Xing Ruyi for a moment before shifting to the baby. “That year was during the autumn examination when the court was actively selecting talents. My cousin had studied hard for many years and naturally hoped to achieve something. Before he left, my aunt spoke with him, asking if he would marry me upon returning if he succeeded. At that time, I was standing outside the window and heard my cousin refuse. Perhaps due to youthful emotions, I immediately ran away. Later, when I brought food to my husband and he saw my red eyes and asked why, I impulsively asked him if he would marry me. He was momentarily stunned but then smiled and agreed. At that moment, I felt somewhat proud, thinking that I, Qingluan, could also find a good man as my husband.”
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