At this moment, the ruined temple echoed with the cries of a child, yet rather than feeling noisy, it added a touch of vitality to the place.

But some were utterly astonished!

Astonished that this child was still alive, astonished that Ji Yunshu could actually cut open the abdomen and deliver the child.

Simply miraculous!

The attendant beside Kecha cried out in great joy: “It’s a male infant, master! It’s a young master! The madam has given birth to a young master.”

“Yes, he’s my son. I have a son, I have a son now.”

Kecha trembled with excitement throughout his entire body and quickly ordered: “Go fetch some goat’s milk, quickly.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The attendant called for a servant boy, who rushed to the carriage outside to fetch some goat’s milk, warmed it over a fire, and gave it to the child to drink.

While everyone else busied themselves welcoming this new life, Ji Yunshu was extraordinarily busy.

Her blood-covered hands suspended before her chest, she was unwinding the thread wrapped around her fingers and began to suture the gaping belly of the corpse.

Head bowed in concentration, extremely meticulous.

Like a master embroiderer at work!

About half an incense stick’s time passed before the movements of her hands finally ceased.

The opened belly was sutured closed, showing only a narrow scar. The remains had not been damaged.

She twisted her sore neck and instructed the several servant boys.

“Quickly lift your madam’s remains into the coffin, lest the body absorb moisture and rot even faster.”

“Yes.”

She moved back several steps, deliberately making room.

The several servant boys hurried over to help. First they caught sight of the scar on Ji Yunshu’s face and froze for a moment.

What a pity, what a pity!

Originally a delicate beauty’s face, yet ruined by that scar!

The men snapped back to attention and quickly lifted the corpse into the coffin.

With the undulation of their movements, that unpleasant smell of blood and rotting flesh rushed into their nostrils, truly making them nauseous and uncomfortable.

Enduring that stench, they finally settled the body properly and covered it with the coffin lid!

Only then did Ji Yunshu pick up the veil she had torn off earlier from the ground and silently left the ruined temple.

Standing under the eaves outside, she extended her hands into the rain. The viscous blood was gradually washed clean from her slender, graceful hands, and she didn’t forget to wash the blood-stained veil clean as well.

The small blue silk handkerchief, rubbed in her hands, felt very comfortable.

Watching the rainwater splash open like a shower head on her hands, the corners of her mouth actually curved into a faint smile.

Like a child playing with water!

Yet she didn’t know when Jingrong had walked to her side, his deep, tender yet disappointed and worried gaze resting on her scarred profile.

Where was the ugliness?

Clearly there was no ugliness at all!

Although that slender scar was etched on her cheek, that temperament of hers could never be concealed.

Especially at this moment, those slightly curved lips radiating a gentle smile were simply bewitching enough to captivate one’s very soul!

“Is it fun?”

Jingrong suddenly spoke.

Ji Yunshu’s hands paused. She glanced at him sideways and said lightly: “It’s fun.”

“Not cold?”

“Not cold!”

“I never knew you could do such things. In the past…”

Before he could finish, Ji Yunshu decisively interrupted him.

“Not in the past. First time delivering a baby—no, first time performing a cesarean section on someone!”

“Cesarean section?” Jingrong frowned.

She tilted her head, pondered in her mind for a moment, and explained: “It means if some pregnant women cannot give birth naturally, you cut an opening in the belly, take the child out, then sew the belly back up. After some days when the flesh has healed, you remove the thread.”

Her answer was quite blunt!

But rarely was her explanation so patient and thorough.

Beads of sweat formed on Jingrong’s forehead. Before this, he had never known that children could be taken out from the belly.

No wonder Ji Yunshu’s explanation left him bewildered—after all, before this, no one had really done such a thing.

No wonder most ancient pregnant women died from difficult births—this was all caused by the absence of cesarean sections!

“I see!”

Jingrong, could you please not pretend to understand when you don’t!

Never mind, I won’t expose you.

Ji Yunshu withdrew both hands from the rain. Just as she was about to lower them, her left hand was grasped by Jingrong and held suspended in midair at just the right moment!

Accompanied by the rain falling from the eaves, their four eyes met.

He was a head taller than her; she had no choice but to look up at him.

Her heart suddenly tightened!

She felt she was going mad!

Her five fingertips gripped tightly in Jingrong’s large palm, the residual warmth spreading along with the blood in her body, actually warming her entire body from head to toe.

With a shiver, she tried to withdraw her hand.

But Jingrong wouldn’t let go!

“Let go!”

With a tone of command, not request.

“I only want one truthful answer from you. In your heart, is there truly no place for me at all?”

“…”

“Answer me.”

Jingrong’s wrist exerted force, pulling her toward himself.

Ji Yunshu’s complexion darkened slightly, her tongue tied, unable to speak.

Ever since she had said those words “You are a prince, I am a commoner,” this lord had remained silent all the way from Jinjiang to here.

Even when they stopped to rest, he stood far away, not even glancing in her direction.

Along the way, she had spoken a few words to him, but he never responded, like a sulking child!

Tonight this pent-up frustration could probably no longer be contained—now it was all pouring out in a rush!

And Ji Yunshu didn’t mind saying it again. Her eyes looked at him with certainty.

She said: “In my heart…”

Before she could finish!

“You two?” Kecha’s voice rang out.

In an instant, Jingrong released his hand, and Ji Yunshu withdrew hers.

The small episode from moments ago seemed to dissipate completely.

Kecha held the child in his arms. At this moment, his eyes still glistened with tears as he looked at Ji Yunshu with deep gratitude.

Drawing near, he said: “Miss, if not for you, my child probably couldn’t have been saved either. You are my benefactor, and also my child’s benefactor.”

“Master Ke, please don’t say that. As the saying goes, performing good deeds is accumulating merit. Besides, it should be said that your late wife’s spirit in heaven blessed this child to be safe and sound.”

“No matter what you say, you are Mister Ke’s benefactor.”

If he weren’t holding the child in his arms, Kecha would truly kneel down and kowtow to her before giving up.

Looking at that tiny person, Ji Yunshu smiled faintly. Unable to resist, she said: “May I hold him?”

“Of course you may.”

As he spoke, Kecha carefully passed the infant in his arms to her.

Ji Yunshu held the child, her heart tightening, even her breathing becoming careful. Looking at the infant in the swaddling clothes, her eyes actually reddened slightly.

“Miss, if you don’t mind, could you perhaps give my child a nickname?” Kecha asked.

Give him a name?

This was something she had never done before.

Gently rocking the tiny person in her arms, Ji Yunshu pondered for a moment and said: “That this child had the fortune to live is also a miracle—finding life in a desperate situation, vitality emerging at the very end, is also a good omen. How about calling him A’Mo? I hope in the future he can overcome hardships and difficulties, with fortune arriving at the very end.”

“A’Mo?” Kecha repeated softly, then smiled with raised brows: “Good, he shall be called A’Mo.”