The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1745 - 1759: Together (3)

Aware of her own foul mood and the harsh attitude she’d been projecting onto Jian Anning, a sudden, horrifying thought struck her. "She had a cold before and took some medicine; this..."

At her words, a wave of worry swept through everyone present. The knowledge that certain medications are ill-suited for pregnant women hung heavy in the air. In recent days, her dizziness—actually a symptom of her pregnancy—had been mistaken for illness, and the amount of medication she might have ingested was unknown.

"Do not be alarmed, Grandma. I had already instructed the doctor to avoid prescribing any medication that could potentially harm the body."

Yu Zexiao inwardly celebrated his prudence! Without such foresight, the child he had painstakingly managed to conceive might have been lost due to medication concerns.

The pallor that had gripped their faces moments before instantly vanished. Even the usually stern Yu Jingxi visibly relaxed.

It became apparent how desperately the Yu Family had longed for this child.

"Ze, Zexiao... are you implying... are you saying that I..." Jian Anning stammered, completely taken aback by his veiled statement. The implication of a terminal illness crossed her mind.

Otherwise, why would Xia Ziyu, who had perpetually treated her with disdain, undergo such a drastic change in demeanor?

It was true; lately, she had been feeling rather frail, experiencing frequent bouts of colds, coughing fits, and even fainting spells. What if she truly was afflicted with a terminal illness?

Jian Anning lowered her head, a wave of pain washing over her. The palpable concern emanating from Yu Zexiao only amplified her distress.

"Please don’t dwell on such thoughts. Just rest; we are all here for you." Yu Zexiao’s voice was imbued with a tender gentleness, his eyes reflecting a burgeoning emotion.

This only made her eyes sting more acutely.

An overwhelming sense of injustice surged within her. Why her? She was barely in her thirties; how could she be facing a terminal illness?

She pulled the quilt higher, burying her head beneath it as she had done in childhood when sick, as if shielding herself from unseen contagions. Her nose prickled, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Yu Zexiao, startled by her reaction, quickly embraced her. "Anning, what is wrong?"

He mistook her overwhelming emotions for tears of joy and immediately sought to comfort her. "Please don’t cry. Look, we will get married. As soon as you are discharged from the hospital, we will hold the wedding!"

"You still wish to marry me?" Jian Anning’s voice quivered. Glancing at the Yu family members nearby, she observed their complex expressions. Shen Lanxiao even had tears in her eyes, seemingly moved, yet Jian Anning interpreted it as pity.

"Of course! Didn’t we make a pact years ago? We promised to marry immediately after five years. We still have an incredibly long journey ahead of us together!"

Even if it were a fabrication, a bittersweet ache filled Jian Anning’s heart, followed by an all-encompassing despair.

"But, I..." Her eyelids fluttered, a tear escaped, and she timidly glanced at Xia Ziyu, her heart heavy with sorrow and hurt. "I am not worthy of you."

"Preposterous!" Yu Zexiao chided gently. Witnessing Jian Anning’s hesitant look, Xia Ziyu, ever candid, stepped forward. "Anning, don’t torment yourself with such thoughts. Back then... my nature was perhaps a bit impetuous. Truthfully, ever since you joined the Yu family five years ago, I never intended to let you go."

Even Xia Ziyu’s words of comfort cemented Jian Anning’s belief that her illness must be grave. Despite the nods of agreement from the Yu family, her heart remained steeped in sorrow.