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C1385

"Don't …"

She slept soundly every day, and her taste buds and stomach felt nothing.

"You haven't eaten anything yet. Why don't I bring you a bowl of millet congee?"

The servant was worried.

A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Yuwen Nansheng's mouth.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd eaten.

Even the memories of his illness had degenerated.

"Queen, you can lie down for a while. I'll go get you some porridge."

Seeing that she did not say anything, the servant took it as silent consent.

He turned around and left, closing the door softly behind him.

In the small kitchen, the rice porridge that had been boiled to a thick degree was now being heated with charcoal. The servant lifted up the lid, stirred it with a ladle and scooped up a bowl. After that, he filled up a few plates of delicacies, including meat and vegetables.

When he returned to his room, he found that Yuwen Nansheng was already gone.

"Queen …"

She quickly placed the tray on the Small Round Table and looked around.

A low, hoarse voice came from the bathroom.

"I'm here."

The servant heaved a long sigh of relief and quietly waited at the door.

After a while, Yuwen Nansheng opened the door and walked out. She seemed to have washed up again, and there were traces of wetness at the ends of her eyebrows.

"Queen, the porridge has been brought to you. Hurry and eat while it is still warm."

"Alright."

Yuwen Nansheng pursed her lips and smiled at her.

That smile contained a hint of sadness.

It was unknown whether it was because of the potion or the fact that he hadn't eaten anything all day. Unexpectedly, Yuwen Nansheng slowly finished the porridge in her bowl and a lot of the side dishes had also been moved.

The servant looked on with tears in his eyes.

"I want to go out for a walk …"

Yuwen Nansheng finished her porridge and sat in silence for a while. He suddenly spoke to the servant.

"Queen, it is very late now. The temperature had dropped during the night, and the humidity was heavy. How about, I'll accompany you on a walk around the corridor. "

She had only spoken a single sentence, but the servant had already replied to her with a few words.

Each and every word sounded like they were made of good intentions. Yuwen Nansheng, on the other hand, felt like a caged bird. Flying back and forth was as big as this area.

Heh …

She was not even free to go for a walk.

The servant's status was very low. Without 'someone' instructing her, how would she dare to monitor her freedom?

Who is someone?

Other than Bo Yuheng, who else could it be?

He was truly ruthless. He treated her like this just because her elder brother beat up his beloved daughter.

In his heart, she was actually inferior to his own daughter.

His beloved daughter, the daughter she had desperately given birth to in October.

Sadly.

Bo Yuheng, how cold is your heart?

Yuwen Nansheng's chest suddenly felt sore and her stomach was filled with nausea.

"Ugh …"

She ran through the air to the bathroom, her hands on the glass-topped table, vomiting.

"Queen …"

The servant was frightened out of his wits and hurriedly rushed over.

"Ugh …"

The congee that he had barely managed to last for a while was soon spat out cleanly, even the yellowish liquid from his stomach came out.

His throat burned.

The next moment, the entire cavity was filled with bitterness.

His stomach throbbed painfully.

The heart was like a blunt saber that slashed open inch by inch.

Yuwen Nansheng slowly loosened her hands, and her vision turned dark. She fell onto the cold, wet floor.

An illusory voice came to his ears.

"Mom …"

Yunfei or Wanzhou?

She couldn't tell.

"..."

He slowly woke up.

It was two in the morning.

The quiet moonlight illuminated the empty room, obscuring Yuwen Nansheng's sight.

In front of the bed, the servant was taking a nap.

His gaze shifted to where he was looking at. There was actually an elongated figure in front of the window.

Yuwen Nansheng was astonished. Her blurry vision seemed to have cleared up a little.

She tried to lift her eyelids, picking her way up the figure on the ground.

The light in his eyes tightened.

She saw her husband, whom she could not help but feel a chill in her heart.

Bo Yuheng.

He stood at the window with his hands behind his back. That hawk-like gaze was looking out of the window. Who knew what he was thinking about?

"Are you thinking about how to continue torturing me?"

Yuwen Nansheng thought to herself.

"It's good to die, and be done with it."

Thus, she pretended not to see anything and closed her eyes once again.

His back was to him.

Unexpectedly, this slight movement disturbed the person standing in front of the window.

He turned slowly and looked at her.

Even though the light in the room was dim, he could clearly see her trembling slightly.

He was certain that she was already awake.

Apparently, she saw him.

Bo Yuheng walked in front of the bed and said harshly to the servant, who was napping.

"Get up! "Get out!"

The servant was sleeping soundly, his stern voice jolting her awake. He looked up and saw the black shadow that stood before him. He was scared out of his wits.

Why didn't he know when he came in?

"Your Majesty, I …"

"Get out!"

Bo Yuheng said in a cold voice.

"Yes …"

The servant tremblingly walked out.

"Since you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep."

After Bo Yuheng left, he lowered his eyes and looked down at Yuwen Nansheng, who was grabbing the blanket tightly with both hands.

Yuwen Nansheng bit her lips and slowly opened her eyelids.

He turned around and met that sinister gaze.

"…"0

She didn't say anything, but her eyelashes kept blinking.

"Nan Sheng, look at yourself. Do you still have a bit of the appearance of a mistress of Bo Family?"

Bo Yuheng still had his hands behind his back, and his entire person carried the might and sharpness of a powerhouse.

"…"

The corner of Yuwen Nansheng's mouth twitched as a faint smile appeared in the corner of her eyes.

That's right, the current her wasn't like a manager's mother at all.

But wasn't it him who made her lose everything, her image?

And now he was asking her back?

How would she answer?

Seeing that she did not make a sound, Bo Yuheng's gaze became increasingly cold and jie jie. The aura around him also became increasingly cold.

"Nan Sheng, you could have enjoyed the glory and wealth with me, but you …"

He paused and shook his head lightly. There was a hint of pity in his tone.

"…"

Yuwen Nansheng looked at him, the corners of her mouth still pursed into a sneer.

"What? You don't even want to talk to me anymore?"

Bo Yuheng said coldly as the light in his eyes tightened.

"What do you want me to say?"

Yuwen Nansheng finally opened her mouth. His voice was extremely low and hoarse.

"Aren't you going to get a divorce?"

The light in Bo Yuheng's eyes tightened up again. It was like a cold arrow piercing Yuwen Nansheng's eyes. It hurt so much that her eyes became bloodshot.

Yuwen Nansheng looked at him with a face full of shock.

She had only said those words to Yuwen Pei. However, Yuwen Pei would never tell him.

Could it be that Bo Wanzhou had heard about it by accident?

Other than her, there was no one else.

Yuwen Nansheng's heart surged with grief. Her heart felt like there was a sharp knife in it, causing her internal organs to hurt.

It turned out, he didn't treat her like this because Yuwen Pei had accidentally hit Bo Wanzhou. It was because he knew she wanted to divorce him.

"Heh …"

Yuwen Nansheng narrowed her eyes as a string of tears rolled down her cheeks.

She smiled, a sad smile.

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