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In fact, Qi Yitang was really looking forward to having these two children.

Because this is her and Xie Ling's flesh and blood.

This was her first pregnancy, and it was tough. She started with excessive sleepiness, and her favorite foods now made her nauseous. Later, she experienced back pain, weight gain, and swelling in her hands and feet...

Qi Yitang, who is such a delicate person, never complained about anything.

From the moment she became pregnant, her only feeling was anticipation.

She plans to be a good mother after the children are born, to treat them equally, and to make sure that both children feel complete and impartial love.

But at this moment, Qi Yitang could not control the dark thoughts in her heart.

If it weren't for these two children, and if she weren't so physically immobile, she might have been able to go to northern Xinjiang with Xie Ling.

Even if he were just mingling in the crowd, as an inconspicuous little guard by Xie Ling's side.

But now, there's nothing she can do.

Qi Yitang felt trapped by this heavy body and by the lively and restless baby in her belly. The fetal movements that once filled her with joy had now become a real burden.

She couldn't help but want to get rid of these two burdens.

But these words struck Xie Ling like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.

His heart ached terribly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Tangtang, you can't be so cruel, this is our child..."

Qi Yitang's eyes were red and swollen as she cried out uncontrollably, "If you can be so heartless as to abandon me, why can't I!"

As if driven by some out-of-control force, she clenched her fist and hysterically punched her stomach.

"I'm the one who carried the child, and I can say I don't want it!"

Xie Ling's pupils contracted, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Qi Yitang's wrist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"Tangtang, please don't do this..."

He couldn't understand. Just a while ago, they were doing just fine, admiring lotus flowers, eating lotus seeds, and naming their child... How did things suddenly turn out like this?

Qi Yitang was still struggling in his arms, her face covered in tears, and she mumbled for him to let go.

Xie Ling had no intention of letting go, so she lowered her head and kissed him fiercely.

He had never kissed her like that before.

In the past, kisses were either tender and affectionate or filled with passion, but this time, all that remained was a sense of helpless despair.

It was impossible to tell whose tears were falling between their lips and teeth.

The salty taste, tinged with bitterness, spread across their tongues.

Qi Yitang's struggles gradually weakened, and the fingers that were gripping his clothes slowly loosened and then tightened again.

Like a small animal that has exhausted its strength, it was trembling slightly.

Xie Ling slowly released Qi Yitang's lips, picked her up and carried her to the bed.

This small space between the beds is the most private place, where no outsiders set foot, and where all the intimate moments and whispered sweet nothings take place.

The blankets smelled of Xie Ling, which was the place that made Qi Yitang feel most at ease.

The bed curtains were drawn, and Xie Ling held Qi Yitang tightly in his arms, his lips pressed against her cheek.

"Tangtang, I love you."

Qi Yitang was startled, and raised her head with teary eyes.

"I know Tangtang will be reluctant, but the march is tough. We sleep on hard beds, eat coarse bread, and the conditions in the military camp are poor. Men aren't particular about hygiene; it's common for them to go three or four days without bathing. Can Tangtang endure it?"

Xie Ling knew she couldn't stand it without Qi Yitang answering.

When he was twelve years old, he went to the Northwest for training, and it took him a long time to get used to the men's armpit and foot odor.

Xie Ling: "Even if we didn't have children, I wouldn't take you... Don't cry, your husband will write to you often to let you know I'm safe."

"Once the war is over, come back immediately and don't go anywhere else, okay... Be good, then I can rest easy."

Qi Yitang sobbed, burying her face in Xie Ling's chest, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

But the intense emotions that almost tore her apart gradually subsided.

My heart aches for Tangbao...

[Excuse me, but I don't understand. The female supporting character lives a life more like the female lead than the female lead herself, getting everything she wants. What's there to be depressed about?]

【Do you think depression is like eating? You can't stop feeling hungry once you're full. I've already said that hormones fluctuate a lot during pregnancy, it's impossible to control!】

[Doesn't Emperor Ruyan have a system? Is there any miraculous medicine that can cure this?]

I actually find it strange that I crave this vulnerability and sensitivity, this struggle of expressing my desires, so intense. I know I'm a beast, please don't curse me.

Once she calmed down and saw the scrolling comments, Qi Yitang finally realized what was happening.

She just tried to kill their child.

Tears slid down her cheeks, seeping into her hair. "Yanzhi, I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt the child..."

In that instant, I felt utterly hopeless, as if the whole world was falling, and even the baby in my womb felt like a burden.

"I know, I know everything."

Xie Ling gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. "Tangtang is just sick. She'll be fine after taking her medicine."

Looking at the bowl of dark, black medicine, the viewers in the live chat were dumbfounded: [Wow, are you Doraemon? Where did you pull that out from?]

Before Qi Yitang could react, Xie Ling took a mouthful herself, then lowered her head and transferred it to her lips.

"It's alright, you'll get better after taking the medicine."

The warm medicine slid down her throat with an irresistible force. Qi Yitang didn't even have the strength to resist before being given a second and a third sip.

He fed her most of a bowl of medicine, leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

The bitterness cleared my muddled mind.

"Good girl, open your mouth." Xie Ling fed her a few more sips of water to rinse her mouth.

Once the bitter smell subsided, Qi Yitang realized something was wrong and frantically reached out to touch the baby, "Why isn't the baby moving..."

Since my pregnancy progressed, when I lie in bed at night and poke my belly with my hand, the baby will gently move along the path of my palm.

But right now, there's not a sound at all.

Qi Yitang's heart clenched suddenly, and she exclaimed in panic, "Could they be dead...?"

According to folk tales, some children, finding that their parents do not welcome them, will quietly leave and be reborn into another family.

Xie Ling: "If you're dead, you don't need to worry about it."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a movement on his stomach, like a small fist gently nudging him, with a stubborn "I'm not dead" attitude.

Immediately next to them, another little guy joined in the protest.

Qi Yitang's nose stung with tears, and she clutched her stomach, laughing and crying at the same time. "I'm sorry... baby, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have said those things..."

Xie Ling tightened his grip on her arm. "Tangtang, it's not your fault... it's because I didn't take good care of you."

Xie Ling really wanted to stay by Qi Yitang's side forever, but as long as Qin Yuanchao lived, their family of four could not live in peace.

He could only suppress his anger, lower his head, and place a very light kiss on the top of her head.

"I promise, once I've dealt with Qin Yuanchao, I'll rush back immediately, and I'll take Tangtang with me wherever I go from now on, okay?"