The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1727 - 1741: Long-Awaited Arrival (4)

This time is different from before. The first month, she could console herself that it was still early days and she could wait. The second month, she hurried to buy books, but after a long search, found no remedies. Now, as her period has arrived once more, Jian Anning finds herself on the cusp of thirty, filled with anxiety about what she will do if she cannot conceive.

Her physical monthly cycle already weakens her body, and her own distress only adds to her listlessness. Not only has food lost its appeal, but Yu Zexiao even heard her weeping softly in her sleep.

This sound genuinely startled Yu Zexiao. Rising in the dead of night, he initially suspected vermin within the house. Being fastidious about cleanliness, he'd be unsettled by even a solitary fly entering during summer, let alone mice.

As he prepared to attend to the house that night, he got up, only to discover Jian Anning curled beside him, clutching the quilt as she cried.

She dared not weep aloud, her teeth biting into the sheet, her sounds akin to a muffled whimper. Initially, it sounded like a tiny mouse had somehow crept into their home, didn't it? Yu Zexiao moved closer to observe. In the moonlight, he could make out her face, streaked with tears. She wasn't making much sound, only her shoulders quivering slightly, resembling a pitiful child who had been disciplined by her parents and felt too afraid to cry out.

"What is happening?" Yu Zexiao queried, feeling a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. A few years prior, during the Cheng Family's prosperity, she had appeared composed and resilient. Unexpectedly, now, with minimal external pressure and a harmonious family life, she seemed to be regressing. While it was hard to discern in front of others, with him, he increasingly felt this shift.

However, it wasn't entirely unwelcome. He had previously disliked her overly resolute demeanor. Perhaps, with the absence of pressure, when he'd provoke her, she wouldn't advance or retreat; now, she had learned to become a little foolish.

Yet, weeping in this manner seemed to be a new development?

Previously, when she had suspected him of "infidelity," not a single tear had fallen. Why was she behaving this way now?

"Zexiao!" Jian Anning, still crying, flung herself into Yu Zexiao's embrace. Nestling close, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I'm sorry."

What was this all about? He asked, a touch perplexed, "What mistake did you make?"

"If, if only we had a baby two years ago." Now, the child would be three years old and could attend kindergarten.

No one had anticipated that when they had the opportunity to have a child, they wouldn't. Now, longing for one, it seemed impossible. She was only thirty, not forty, so why couldn't she conceive?

"What if I can't get pregnant?"

She was genuinely worried now. Regardless of other factors, just recently, hadn't there been fewer reports regarding couples in Huaxia Country unable to conceive? Numerous individuals, striving to have a child, had been resorting to various measures throughout the entire year.

"Nonsense! You have me; how could you not get pregnant?" Yu Zexiao's expression darkened. He pinched her nose playfully, "Where do you get the idea you're thirty? You look three!"

"Really." Jian Anning spoke with earnest concern, especially considering Yu Zexiao was the sole male descendant across three generations. The Yu Family elders had been eagerly anticipating her pregnancy. Now, upon her mentioning the desire to conceive, how quickly did the Yu Family elders' expressions alter?

If she were unable to bear a child, wouldn't the fault lie entirely with her?

Jian Anning suddenly perceived a growing sense of peril surrounding her: "You are so incredibly handsome; even in your forties or fifties, young girls would still be flocking to you."