818 Three Little Black Eggs (2)
“Where’s the medicine?” The Saintess stretched out her hand to the holy envoy.
“Do you have to disguise her pulse so well? He’s not a doctor,” the holy envoy muttered and poured a bottle of black pills into the Saintess’s palm. “The effect is ten days. After ten days, the pregnancy pulse will be gone.”
The Saintess swallowed the pill without another word.
“You can leave,” the Saintess said.
The holy envoy said, “The wedding is tomorrow. I’ll stay and serve you.”
The Saintess put on another pair of white jade pins and said, “Just serve her. Others won’t suspect anything if you’re by her side.”
“…Yes.” The Holy Envoy went to Yu Wan’s room as she was told.
The Saintess picked up the comb and combed her delicate bangs. Then, she smiled in satisfaction and stood up to leave the temple.
…
In the east courtyard of the city, the three little munchkins sat on the threshold and looked in both directions.
Xiaobao was the first to stand up. He walked to the center of the street and stuck his head out. “Why isn’t Mom back yet?”
Soon, Er’bao also stood up and walked to his brother’s side. He looked around with him. “I want Mom back.”
Dabao was the big brother. He did not show it on his face or words like his two younger brothers, but they could not help but be written in his eyes.
The three of them waited here before dawn every day until the sun set. After being exposed to the sun for more than ten days, they finally managed to become black eggs again, though they had just turned white.
The three little black eggs touched the hair on their little bald head. Their hair had grown out and they were going to shave their heads. Their mother had to come back to shave their heads.
Ah Wei finished cooking their favorite goat milk and put it into a small bottle for them.
The three of them grabbed the little milk bottle with both hands and looked at their master aggrievedly before handing it back.
I won’t drink milk anymore. I’ll use the milk to exchange for my mother.
Ah Wei sighed softly and held the hands of the three useless disciples, bringing them back to the courtyard.
The three of them turned around step by step until they entered the house, hoping to see their mother.
When the Saintess arrived at this alley, she saw the three little black eggs looking back. Those three unbelievably beautiful faces looked very similar to the face that had stunned her for her entire life.
He already had children? And there were three. Triplets were too rare, and it was even rarer to see such healthy and beautiful children.
The Saintess touched her fake stomach, hesitating if she should walk over now. Although her injuries had long recovered, she would probably not be able to escape death if they were seen through. While she was hesitating, a familiar black figure walked out. She had a tall figure and a green mask.
Was it… him?
Perhaps because they had not fought, the aura on his body had faded a lot, but people could still recognize him.
The Saintess looked at him steadily. Her first reaction was not to walk over, but to retreat. However, at this moment, the man seemed to have sensed something and looked in the direction of the alley.
He saw the Saintess who could not escape in time and was slightly stunned. A trace of disbelief flashed across his eyes under the mask. Then, he strode towards the Saintess.
The Saintess suddenly became nervous. It was unclear if it was because of guilt or because of palpitations.
He paused a step away from the Saintess and sized her up. “You…”
The Saintess took a deep breath and covered the flash of guilt. She lowered her eyes and said softly, “I escaped.”
“How did you escape?” Yan Jiuchao asked.
This voice was deeper than she had imagined, but it was quite pleasant when matched with this face.
The Saintess thought about Yu Wan’s voice and replied softly, “The Sikong Manor is preparing for the wedding. The Saintess called me to the Holy Temple. I took advantage of the time when she was choosing the wedding dress to hide in the carriage and came out.”
“You’ve lost weight,” Yan Jiuchao said with heartache.
The Saintess said in an aggrieved tone, “I’ve been missing you and my sons these days. I’m depressed and can’t eat or sleep in peace. I haven’t eaten a single drop of rice in the three days I was taken to the Holy Temple…”
“I’ve made you suffer.” Yan Jiuchao reached out with his strong palm and grabbed the Saintess’s weak hand.
The Saintess had never had physical contact with a man in her life, not even Sikong Yun. She was so shocked that she retracted her hand when it was suddenly held.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Jiuchao asked.
“N-nothing,” the Saintess said.
The Saintess raised her eyes and stared fixedly at the mask. After hesitating for a while, she raised her hand and took off the mask.
