Chapter 1578: Chapter 1578: Absolutely Unlucky

When it was confirmed that Lian Yue was pregnant, Song Zhiqing’s reaction was not delight but fright. He wasn’t short of sons; even if one of his sons was not quite normal, he still had two others, and two daughters as well. He did not lack children.

His dependence on and fondness for Lian Yue was because she was different from ordinary young girls, and the feeling she gave him was different too. Probably because he had no mother of his own since childhood, his feelings toward her carried a trace of what one might feel for a mother or an older sister.

If Song Ci were here, she would probably say, "That’s an Oedipus complex."

Song Zhiqing didn’t understand what an Oedipus complex was, but he was indeed somewhat dependent on Lian Yue, and that was all; he had never thought about having children with her.

He himself was an official, and keeping a secret mistress was enough to draw people’s condemnations, so he only dared to sneak around, and would not even go to Lian Yue’s place very often—only when his heart felt particularly stifled would he go for a while. Yet even so, she had ended up pregnant.

Wasn’t Heaven just toying with him?

"This child..." Song Zhiqing was a bit troubled and said, "Lian Yue, if you like children, you can go to the Charitable Hall and adopt one. I’ve heard that bearing a child at this age is very dangerous. Take my elder sister-in-law—when she was in labor back then, she was at death’s door. I don’t want you to suffer that kind of pain."

Lian Yue trembled slightly, lifted her head to look at him, her smile desolate. "Is it that you don’t want this child?"

Song Zhiqing did not dare meet her eyes; he turned his head away, his voice very low. "With no name and no proper status, burdened with the label of a secret mistress’s son—how is he to live in the future?"

"I won’t tell him who his father is. I already said, I’ll take him back to my hometown."

"And what about me?" Song Zhiqing looked at her. "You go back home with him—what am I supposed to do?"

Lian Yue fell silent. After a long moment, she said, "Your future in office is what matters most."

Something in Song Zhiqing’s heart dimmed. Seeing her still kneeling, he helped her up. "Let me think about it."

Lian Yue said, "It’s cold outside. I’ve warmed a pot of wine—would you like some, Third Gentleman?"

"Mm."

When the pot of wine was brought up, Song Zhiqing impatiently poured himself a cup and drank it down. He needed something to steady his nerves.

One cup after another, a slight drunkenness came over him. Looking at Lian Yue’s shadowed face under the lamplight, he felt a headache coming on.

How had it ended up like this?

Once she had a child, would she still be the same her? Wouldn’t all her attention go to the child?

He didn’t like that.

"Third Gentleman, if this really puts you in a difficult position, then I’ll do without. Let’s just say this mother and child are not meant to be." Lian Yue’s voice choked slightly.

Song Zhiqing’s mind was in chaos. He watched the sand in the hourglass slip away grain by grain, yet still had no answer, and he had to go back to the city.

"I’ll return to the city first. Give me time to think before we decide."

Lian Yue stood up and said, "Don’t torment yourself. However you decide, I’ll go along with your wishes."

"Mm."

It was the first time Song Zhiqing fled from Lian Yue’s place so quickly. He got into the carriage and even ordered the driver to return to the city at the fastest speed, as if some ghost were chasing him from behind.

His relationship with Lian Yue was already secret, and going out on New Year’s Eve, he feared too many people with too many loose tongues, so he had only brought along the coachman he used regularly.

Just then, heavy snow began to fall. The carriage sped up at his insistence, and while his mind was wandering, the carriage jolted violently. Suddenly the world spun, the carriage tipped over, rolled off the official road down the ridge between the fields, and he was thrown out, the heavy carriage body coming down on top of him.

Blinding pain, numbness, a cold that cut to the bone.

That was what Song Zhiqing felt as his consciousness dissolved.

He really wanted to curse Heaven: damn it, this was misfortune opening the door and inviting all misfortune in!

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