Chapter 128: A Lifetime Is Too Long, Miss, Don’t Take It Seriously

Chapter 128: A Lifetime Is Too Long, Miss, Don't Take It Seriously

Lu Lingyun was halfway through her meal inside the house when she heard the urgent report from the servant.

"Young Mistress, Aunt Xing is about to pass away!"

Lu Lingyun dropped her chopsticks, handed Little Bing'an to Wen Niang to take care of, and was about to rush to Autumn Fragrance Courtyard. Just as she started, the servant reminded her that Xing Dairong was in the outer courtyard.

"How could she be in the outer courtyard!"

On the way, the servants told Lu Lingyun everything about how Xing Dairong had just gone to the outer courtyard to deliver wine and had another argument with Cheng Yunshuo.

The more Lu Lingyun listened, the more furrowed her brows became.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

She cursed Xing Dairong all the way, but her tone was filled with exasperation at her inability to improve.

What she hated was that Xing Dairong still couldn't see through or understand her situation, her mind filled only with her love, with no room for anything else.

She didn't care about her own life, nor the life of the child in her womb, falling into the deep pit of obsession, thinking about that damned man all day long.

"How is she!"

She rushed to the outer courtyard and shouted.

"Young Mistress!" As soon as Qiu Kui saw Lu Lingyun, her panicked heart immediately calmed down, but tears streamed down her face, flowing uncontrollably. "Aunt Xing is about to pass away!"

"Nonsense!" Lu Lingyun rebuked her and hurried to Xing Dairong's side.

At this moment, Xing Dairong's face was as pale as paper, and there was blood all beneath her, her condition worse than Qiu Ling's had been.

"Where are the doctors! The midwives!" she shouted.

"They've been sent for."

"Where is the Crown Prince?"

"The Crown Prince took his colleagues to a brothel for wine."

Upon hearing this, Lu Lingyun said, "Go to the brothel immediately and bring him back! Quick, quick, quick!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, a pale and cold hand grabbed Lu Lingyun's wrist.

Lu Lingyun looked down and met Xing Dairong's slightly opened eyes, devoid of any light.

Xing Dairong said weakly, "Am I going to die?"

"Nonsense!"

Xing Dairong chuckled self-mockingly, "It's good to die. When I die, I can go back. I'll never come back here again."

Her voice was cold, filled with an inherent sadness.

Hearing this, Qiu Kui couldn't control her tears, which fell like raindrops, her crying uncontrollable.

But Lu Lingyun, on the contrary, grabbed Xing Dairong's hand with strength and said with conviction, "You can live! You will definitely live!"

At this moment, both Qiu Ling and Ling Long arrived.

Seeing Xing Dairong in such a state, Qiu Ling, who had once been filled with jealousy and sarcasm, couldn't help but say, "Young Mistress said you can live, so you definitely can. Don't give up on yourself!"

"We should live well, especially people like us. We should live a splendid life!" added Ling Long.

Hearing these words from people who had been her enemies, Xing Dairong felt a deep sense of irony, "I didn't expect that it would be you who told me these things at the end."

"Shut up and live!"

"You still have a long life ahead of you, and your child is about to be born. Don't you want to see him, protect him, and watch him grow up?"

Xing Dairong shook her head lifelessly, tears rolling down one by one.

Lu Lingyun continued to scold, "I know your mind is filled with that man! If you're thinking about him, then go and fight for him! Show the determination you had before! Tie him to you so he can't leave you in this lifetime!"

"If not, then get up and slap him a few times, return your grievances to him! What's the point of crying here? Cry, cry, cry! Useless!"

Finally, Xing Dairong moved.

Her previously lifeless and withered eyes regained vitality, bursting with the hope to live.

At that moment, the doctors and midwives all arrived.

"Quick, quick, quick, save her!"

"Yes."

A group of people rushed forward, but soon they all shook their heads.

"Young Mistress, it's no good anymore!"

"This concubine has lost too much blood, she really is about to pass away."

"We may not be able to save either the mother or the child!"

"Save her, save her, I command you to bring her back!"

At this moment, Xing Dairong also had a will to live, fighting desperately for survival.

The entire marquis estate was bustling with activity, as everyone was busy with tasks both big and small.

All those who could help were focused on assisting Xing Dairong. Qiu Ling and Ling Long also lent a hand, passing things around and helping with feeding medicine and soup.

After an hour of everyone's frantic efforts, a child, small like a kitten, was born with great difficulty.

"She's given birth! She's given birth!"

"What is it?" Xing Dairong perked up a little.

"It's a boy."

Hearing it was a son, a glimmer of light appeared on Xing Dairong's face.

Before Lu Lingyun and the others could feel relieved, the midwife added, "Oh no! There's still another child in her belly!"

It's twins!

Lu Lingyun and everyone else were stunned.

The little glimmer on Xing Dairong's face visibly faded at that moment.

She was fading.

"Young mistress, she's not going to make it!"

"Oh no, no, Aunt Xing, hold on!"

"Aunt Xing, this won't do! You need to push again!"

Xing Dairong really couldn't go on. She was too weak. She had spent her entire pregnancy angry and sad, which had damaged her organs and led to internal illness. Now, after being stimulated to give birth, having lost a lot of blood, and still giving birth to one child, it was already her limit. Anything more would be beyond even the power of an immortal.

She couldn't give birth again.

Xing Dairong grabbed Lu Lingyun's hand. "I'm too tired, let it go."

"Don't say nonsense! You have to live! There's still another child in your belly!"

"No, I'm tired." Xing Dairong could no longer muster any strength. She tightly gripped Lu Lingyun's hand. "Yunshuo, Yunshuo, Yunshuo…"

"Cheng Yunshuo will be back soon. Hold on."

Two clean tears rolled down Xing Dairong's cheeks. She shook her head. "No, he promised me, one life, one pair of people."

"One life, one pair."

"He promised, one life, one pair."

At that moment, she summoned her last bit of strength, like a final flicker of life, and with all her might, as everyone gasped, she clutched Lu Lingyun's hand tightly and opened her eyes wide.

"Young mistress, it's born..."

"It's born! It's born!"

"Aunt Xing has given birth..."

"Aunt Xing is dead..."

"Where is Cheng Yunshuo?"

A deep sadness welled up in Lu Lingyun's heart.

"The Crown Prince is still at the brothel."

Lu Lingyun looked at Xing Dairong in front of her. She reached out and closed her eyes.

"Prepare a coffin and give Aunt Xing a grand burial."

Lu Lingyun stood up, and as she walked out of the birthing room, the night wind outside blew away the bloody smell surrounding her.

Everyone's mood was heavy.

The phrase Xing Dairong had been repeating until her death echoed in each of their ears.

"One life, one pair..."

She had been repeating this phrase until her death.

Lu Lingyun remained silent for a long time before looking up at the bright moon.

"One life, one pair is too long, young lady, don't take it too seriously."