Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 539 Shengsheng_1

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 Shengsheng_1

Arrows brushed against the city wall, igniting flames all around. Even as the skin of the monsters blistered and festered, they seemed not to feel any pain, desperately climbing upwards.

Aze started to get nervous as he saw they were about to get over the wall.

Something wasn’t right today.

Just as one worries about something only for it to happen, while they were throwing fire bombs downwards, a monster had sneaked up behind them unnoticed.

Feeling a sudden pain in his lower back, Aze turned pale, clutched at his back, and collapsed to the ground.

Tattered strips of cloth fell to the ground. Seemingly puzzled, the monster looked at its palm, noticing that aside from the torn fabric, it hadn’t grasped anything else.

In the next instant, it snapped back to its senses, but before it could swipe its claws again, Aze had grabbed a spear from the side and thrust it into the monster’s eye socket.

The dark red blood was especially sticky, oozing very slowly.

"Disgusting."

Spitting out a curse, Aze gripped the spear hard and stirred it a few times before forcefully tossing it along with the creature down the city wall.

An arrow shot down, and the next second it burst into raging flames. The smell of scorched flesh hit them squarely in the face, making them cover their noses.

Aze reached for a copper plate from his waistband, finally rubbing his aching back.

Luckily he was smart. He had guessed that these monsters liked sneaky back attacks and had pre-emptively slipped a copper plate into his belt.

Otherwise, he likely wouldn’t have survived this ordeal.

These monsters were truly malicious, always striking at people’s lower backs.

The entire night, the monsters seemed tireless, launching attacks in batches at the various gates and disturbing their peace throughout the night.

By the time Shen Wenchen returned to the city lord’s residence, daylight had already broken.

Nanzhi was lying quietly in bed, her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes proving that she had not had an easy time either.

Beside her was a small baby also soundly asleep.

Perhaps having recently been nursed, the baby was redolent with the scent of milk. The baby’s tender little face was tinged with a faint pink hue, appearing much healthier than his mother.

Worried about waking the mother and son, Shen Wenchen took a careful look before preparing to leave.

"Wenchen?"

Nanzhi, groggy, felt someone was staring at her and struggled to open her eyes.

Hearing Nanzhi’s frail voice, Shen Wenchen’s heart trembled, overwhelmed with pity.

"Nannan."

Having fought through the night, even though he had taken off last night’s clothes outside, there was still a faint smell of blood on him.

His hoarse and deep voice was filled with affection, causing Nanzhi’s nose to sting.

"What’s wrong with you? You mustn’t cry."

Seeing tears in the corner of his wife’s eyes, the man instantly lost his composure.

All he could think about was not letting her cry any longer.

"Are you alright?"

Nanzhi’s voice was very soft and trembling. Although childbirth had gone smoothly the previous afternoon, she still had some minor tearing.

The slightest movement would send a sharp pain from the wound across her body.

"I’m fine, Nannan. You’ve worked hard."

Shen Wenchen had some regrets as well.

Having already lost a son, Zhiyu, was there really a need to have another?

It had caused Nanzhi to suffer once more.

"Look at our son."

Nanzhi’s face was filled with joyous smiles, gesturing with her eyes for him to look at the little baby lying beside her.

"I have. He looks like you, so adorable."

Shen Wenchen’s eyes brimmed with love, and his heart and eyes were fixed on Nanzhi, not really paying attention to the baby beside her.

Nanzhi’s expression fell, and Shen Wenchen hurriedly admitted his error, turning his head to seriously study his second son.

The little baby didn’t look as wrinkled and like a small, old man as he had the day before.

He appeared nicer looking today, though his skin was still slightly red.

His two eyebrows were dark enough to be seen, and one could make out the bridge of his little nose; his tiny mouth was slightly pursed—not too thin. Amongst babies, he could certainly be considered handsome.

"Our younger son is really handsome, just like his mother."

Shen Wenchen nodded seriously and said.

Nanzhi looked at him with a smile, then asked softly.

"Do you know what his name is?"

Shen Wenchen feigned surprise, exaggeratedly asking, "How could it be, has my wife already picked a name for him? Shouldn’t it be something we discuss together as husband and wife?"

The exaggerated expression on the man’s face seemed so comical to Nanzhi that she felt like laughing.

"You are really annoying—I’m asking you seriously. Take a guess."

The corners of Nanzhi’s mouth curved up unconsciously, even with her pale and weak appearance, she was still very pretty.

"Is it Laifu?"

"Guess seriously!"

"I can’t guess, my good wife please tell me."

Shen Wenchen did not find her demands unreasonable; on the contrary, he quite enjoyed the crafty look Nanzhi had when she asked him such questions.

His Nannan should be just like this.

Kind, smart, crafty, yet with a touch of naivety.

"His name is Shengsheng."

"Shengsheng? Which ’sheng’?"

"The ’sheng’ of all things growing! The ’sheng’ of life’s unceasing continuation!"

Nanzhi spoke with some excitement, and the next second she crumpled her face in pain from her wound.

"Why name him Shengsheng?"

Shen Wenchen smiled as he smoothed her hair away from her face, which had slipped forward due to her movement, and asked softly.

"Because I want the crops to grow again, I want the mountains and land outside to sprout new flowers and grass, we need to strive to live on.

For ourselves, as well as for Shengsheng."

Nanzhi explained, smiling.

She wasn’t pinning all her hopes on the child.

Instead, she wanted Shengsheng’s arrival to constantly remind herself.

She couldn’t continue to be weak; if there was no path, they would have to find a way to carve one out.

They should keep striving to live on.

"Alright, we’ll name him Shengsheng."

Shen Wenchen nodded in agreement.

Xiaohe, who sat on the rooftop, supported his chin with one hand while idly fiddling with the jade pendant at his waist with the other.

Named Shengsheng, huh?

He thought back to the wrinkly little milk baby he saw last night.

Xiaohe pouted.

Wrinkly like a little old man, how could he be considered good-looking?

When he cried, it was like a cat’s meowing, not loud at all.

He really didn’t understand how they could praise the child.

The spring sun should be warm on the body.

But today’s sun felt scorchingly harsh, causing Xiaohe’s head to ache.

Fortunately, he doesn’t tan easily, so he might as well bask in it.

Xiaohe thought to himself, then suddenly remembered the little green sprout on that rock.

Actually, it seemed quite nice.

Ming Qin, who had been in a daze in the little house, felt a sudden gust of wind blow in from somewhere.

It was a bit chilly.

Without proper rest for a long time, Ming Qin had also lost a lot of weight.

Just as she got up to go outside and move around, her movement suddenly stopped.

As if afraid she had seen wrongly, it took Ming Qin quite a while to move a step.

On the shelf with black soil, there seemed to be a hint of a different color at that moment.

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