Chapter 84 Whose Child

Duan Nanyu’s face was icy cold as he stood in the room, a chill radiating from his entire being.

“Blessings to Your Highness,” Ziyu greeted, her voice tinged with joy. Yun Xueyan had finally endured to see the light at the end; she was genuinely happy for her mistress.

“All of you, get out!” Duan Nanyu ordered in a frigid tone, his eyes fixed intently on the person lying in bed.

None of the servants dared make a sound. They had no idea what had provoked their lord’s anger.

“I said get out!” he roared again. The people behind him blanched with fear, not daring to linger a moment longer. They hurriedly withdrew; Ziyu cast a worried glance at Yun Xueyan before following them out.

Alert and wary of the angered man before her, Yun Xueyan swiftly sat up, shrinking into the corner of the bed.

Her eyes brimmed with terror and vigilance as she stared at him.

Duan Nanyu halted his steps, staring at her with an expressionless face, saying nothing, his gaze so intense it seemed he would bore a hole right through her.

“Speak. Whose child is it that you’re carrying?” he demanded, his eyes dark with rage and cruelty, nearly blazing with wrath.

Yun Xueyan trembled. He was asking her whose child she bore. She was furious, indignant!

How could he ask her such a question? Whose could it be, if not his?

What right did he have to ask her such a thing?

“Tell me—whose bastard is it in your belly? Is it Feng Xilou’s?” His glare was both sinister and cold as he turned to the table, his words cutting and harsh as ever.

“No wonder gifts arrived so quickly, and all of them so precious,” he sneered, picking up a jade ruyi and turning it in his hand. Suddenly, he hurled it at the wall; the white jade shattered across the floor. “You wretched woman—are you truly so unable to stand loneliness?”

Those few words nearly tore open the wounds that Yun Xueyan had only just begun to heal.

She had thought there might be hope for them, that things would change. But nothing had changed at all… He was still that violent prince, and she was still the servant he despised and humiliated.

He called their child a bastard; her heart ached so sharply she could scarcely breathe. She had suffered countless cruel words, but none had ever cut so deeply.

“Your Highness…” she almost screamed, desperate to prove her innocence. She could not let her child bear such a stain.

Tears quickly blurred her vision, her nostrils flared as she tried to find the words that would bring justice to her child. Why was she still so helpless in this moment?

Yet before she could speak, his next words crashed over her like a landslide.

“You think you’re wronged? I’m the one who should feel wronged! Tell me then—whose child is the two-month-old you’re carrying? Don’t think I’m a fool. If it were mine, you’d be three months along by now!” He had returned with joy in his heart, eager to see her.

But this was the news he received on the way.

How could she expect him to endure this? What of his reputation? He had tolerated the rumors about her and Feng Xilou, even resolved to be good to her despite everything, and this was what she gave him in return!

How could he not be angry—angry to the point of madness? Her betrayal was enough to make him explode with rage.

He wanted nothing more than to end her, but he could not. He even despised his own weakness, his inability to punish her as she deserved.

Yun Xueyan felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, a powerful sense of dread welling up inside.

Two months? Three months? She didn’t understand.

This was his child; apart from him, there was no other man—not a single one.

Her silence made him believe she was admitting guilt. The pain gnawed at his heart, threatening to consume his last shred of reason.

“Yun Xueyan!” His cold laugh was hoarse and bleak.

He found himself powerless before her.

To the readers:

This slowpoke has finally finished today’s update. There will still be five chapters tomorrow. Slow as a turtle, always a turtle.