Wanjin Lady

She really wanted to hold onto Wei Zheng's thighs, but right now... the baby was about to be born.

Lu Xun once said a famous saying: To cling to someone's thighs or to give birth to a child, that is the question.

Where is Wei Zheng?
Wenwan's gaze was fixed on the person next to her adoptive father.

He was a young man in his twenties, with fair skin, distinct features, and a sharp profile. He was tall and long-legged, towering over the others, making him stand out from the crowd. He wore a dark blue brocade robe. He spoke to his adoptive father, who smiled.

It was night time, and a ray of moonlight fell on the man's profile. He tilted his head, and Wen Wan could not see clearly, but he still frowned slightly.

This marquis looks very young, of the highest quality, that is—

Why does he look familiar?
Then, as if sensing Wenwan's gaze, the man tilted his head and glanced over. The night wind howled, blowing up the man's clothes and blowing the moonlight off his shoulders.

Just one glance.

Wen Wan's face changed drastically, and there was a "boom" in her head, like a thunder rolling through her mind. The dagger that she had been holding tightly on the verge of death just now fell from her hand into the grass with a "clang".

That person is——

Her gorgeous and perverted figurine.

The figurine that she sent to the snow forest of Cangshan Mountain to die.

The figurine that would appear in her dreams from time to time and play with her.

Now it is presented in 8D.

After sending Zhao Heng away, she imagined the scene of seeing him again, but it was not as embarrassing as it is now.

The question used to be: to cling to someone’s thighs or to have children, that was the question.

The question now is: to die standing or to die sitting.

Wen Wan was unable to move her legs and unconsciously grabbed Chen Ma's wrist, causing her to scream, "Girl!"

"what!"

This time, it was Hongmei who screamed.

The girl just stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, her mouth unable to close for a long time.

"Why are you so startled?" Mother Chen scolded Hongmei unhappily. She frowned and looked over there, then jumped up and down with her legs, "Ah!"

Oh my god—

What a ghost in the middle of the night!!!
This...this...isn't this the uncle who died a long time ago?!
The son-in-law has come back to life?
Ah, no, is he resurrected from the dead?

Chen Ma's voice trembled, and she was as if she had lost two of her three souls. She shouted at Wei Zheng: "Auntie——"

"Shut up!"

Fortunately, Wen Wan stopped it in time.

The screams were getting louder and louder. When Mrs. Yao turned around, she saw Aunt Chen sitting on the ground with her lips trembling and a look of terror as if she had seen a ghost.

But Wei Zheng, who was twenty meters away, frowned slightly.

Whose servant is this? Why is he shouting so loudly and so rudely?

And there was that pregnant junior sister... her eyes were so wanton... she had none of the reserve or shyness of a woman, she just stared at him straight without blinking, as if she wanted to stare a hole in his face.

Having just met his teacher, Wei Zheng already knew that the young man with the sword was Cheng Yunzhang, mentioned in his teacher's letter, and the pregnant woman was his teacher's newly adopted daughter, supposedly the daughter of a wine merchant from Ping County. A merchant's daughter?
A woman who could solve the food crisis in Bingzhou and be so loved by her teacher and mistress shouldn't look so stupid and infatuated.

And the two servants behind her acted as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him. It was really unruly.

Wei Zheng had a worried look on his face, while the guys behind him were arguing fiercely.

It was over. His own Marquis was so charming that he had even bewitched a woman about to give birth. Look at the look in her eyes, they were about to pop out of her head, as if she wanted to eat the Marquis alive.

Wen Wan's eyes were really about to pop out.

She was completely unaware of her own loss of composure. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on soft cotton, without any real feeling at all. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her legs were weak, and her steps were staggering. She didn't know how she managed to walk in front of Wei Zheng.

Even Yao Shizhen and his wife noticed Wen Wan's abnormality.

This girl...why does she look so absent-minded?
Could it be that he was just frightened silly?

Wenwan's heart was beating like a drum.

Wei Zheng's gaze lightly fell on the young lady's face.

There was strangeness, doubt, displeasure, and annoyance in his expression, but the only difference was that he did not have the look she was once familiar with. When Zhao Heng looked at her, his eyes were affectionate and gentle, and there was always a faint smile at the corner of his lips. His sword-like eyebrows were not as cold as they were now.

Wen Wan's brain seemed to have been punched hard, causing stars to appear in front of her eyes and everything to become a mess. She had lost all her previous calmness and composure.

The young lady looked up at him, her lips were stubborn, her lower lip was bloodshot, and her hair was slightly loose, making her look somewhat lovable.

Wei Zheng felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he took a half step back without making a sound. Then he bowed to her and said, "Junior sister... do you know me?"

Somehow, Wei Zheng clearly noticed that the young lady opposite him had eyes that brightened and dimmed as she heard his words, just like the lights at the end of the Lantern Festival, which became dimmer and dimmer as they walked. When they reached the end, all the bright lights went out with a "bang", leaving only a grayness.

Wen Wan saw the complete strangeness and coldness in the man's eyes. She opened her mouth, her tongue trembling, and then licked the blood from her bitten lower lip. "You... don't know me?"

Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Should he know her?

Suddenly.

"Plop" sound.

Wen Wan's knees softened and she fell to her knees on the ground. She supported herself on the ground with her hands, beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, and her lips were completely bloodless.

A stream formed on the ground, trickling into the grass.

The young lady raised her head with difficulty, breathing rapidly, and her voice was painful: "Godmother, my water broke, I'm afraid I'm going to give birth——"

The expressions of several people present changed slightly.

The men looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do.

This... happened... here?
There were corpses of bandits lying all over the ground, and the remaining bandits nearby were all tied up. There was no military doctor in either team, and the midwife had already fled. How... was they going to give birth?
Before Chen Ma and Hong Mei could recover from the shock of seeing their dead son-in-law, they were suddenly pulled up by Old Lady Yao. Old Lady Yao frowned and said, "What are you standing there for? Your daughter is about to give birth! Quick, build the fire, heat the water, and the midwife is here!"

Even though they had practiced this several times, it was still late at night, and the group had just experienced a bandit attack and saw a man who had come back from the dead. Chen Ma and Hong Mei were both confused and it took them a long time to react.

"Madam, the midwife ran away! Now it's just the few of us!" Hongmei had never given birth before and had no experience, so she could only stamp her feet anxiously, "Here... in the middle of nowhere... with so many people... how can we give birth?"

"Does a child's birth have to be chosen by a specific place and time?" Old Madam Yao tossed aside her longsword, rolled up her sleeves, and proceeded methodically. "Hongmei, you stay here with Wenwan. Chen Ma, quickly go and prepare a clean carriage! If there's no suitable space, she'll have to give birth in a carriage. I'll go find someone to help!" (End of Chapter)