Chapter 2057: Chapter 39: I Was Late

Ah Jiu stood at the door and saw the person he had been yearning for, sitting alive on the bed, staring directly at him. His legs went soft, and he fell to the ground.

How many days and nights, how many times has he blamed himself, how many times has he woken up in nightmares, with no trace of her by his side. That kind of panic is like a beast with a gaping bloody mouth, ready to swallow him at any time.

Every time he heard there’s no news, he felt a bitter disappointment, followed by blame towards himself. It was him who wronged the mother and son.

He was incapable.

Ah Jiu opened his mouth and reached out his hand, but his throat was blocked by something, unable to utter a word. Only tears flowed down, unbidden.

Wufu rarely cries, but she cried when giving birth in the Ancient Tomb, out of fear and helplessness.

Now, upon seeing the person closest and most trusted, her tears fell uncontrollably, out of grievance.

Indeed, how could she not feel aggrieved? She went through so much, yet the most important person was not by her side. She could only rely on herself, fighting desperately to save her and her son’s lives.

How could she not feel wronged, how could she not feel resentful?

She is also a woman, no matter how resilient or capable of fighting, she is not Copper Skin and Iron Bones, but a soft-hearted woman.

Wufu, with tearful eyes, looked at Ah Jiu. He was a bastard, he didn’t protect her, nearly causing her death. Bastard.

Outside the door, everyone was kneeling on the ground with their heads down. They were all incompetent.

Fortunately, the Princess Consort was safe, otherwise, they would have been guilty of a thousand deaths.

Ah Jiu swallowed his bitterness, got up from the ground, and walked towards Wufu. However, just two steps away, he stopped.

Fear.

The so-called fear of nearing one’s hometown might just be this kind of atmosphere.

Wufu bit her lip; she refused to compromise. Did he still want her to reach out to him proactively?

Ah Jiu took a deep breath, walked to her, squatted halfway down, rested his head on her knees, and said, "I’m sorry, I came late."

Wufu’s tears flowed more fiercely, one by one, falling on Ah Jiu’s head. In a moment, she could also feel her knees becoming damp.

Finally, the two reunited, but instead, they started crying.

What time is it, have they both become so sentimental?

A baby’s cry pressed pause on their emotions.

Ah Jiu suddenly raised his head, looked at the swaddled baby in her arms, and then at her flat belly, his eyes filled with disbelief and expectation.

He knew how dangerous the scheme against her was, couldn’t even imagine how she could escape unharmed while pregnant. He’d thought their first child might never see the world, yet dared not imagine he would be safe.

In his heart, as long as Wufu was alive, that was all that mattered. A child would be the icing on the cake, but he didn’t care if there wasn’t one, as long as she lived.

But now, Wufu was alive, and she was holding the swaddled baby...

Ah Jiu’s heart pounded, and he looked at Wufu.

Wufu patted the child’s back, soothing him. Seeing Ah Jiu squatting there hesitantly, indignation rose in her heart, and she thrust the baby into his arms, saying, "What are you dawdling for? Aren’t you going to look at your son?"

Her sudden move left Ah Jiu momentarily unresponsive, fumbling and stiffly holding the baby.

"Hold him well. Your son is a Seven Stars child, weak in body, couldn’t withstand if you dropped him like that," Wufu said again.

The repeated mention of ’your son’ left Ah Jiu’s mind blank. He plopped down on the ground, but his hands still steadily cradled the swaddled baby, his gaze fixed on him.

His son? He had a son?

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