After I Got Pregnant With The Hero’S Baby, I Ran Away With The Ball. Chapter 13

Damn it!

Wei Lin couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Just how massive was the scheme the original owner had set up? The traps were endless, and even the male lead’s right-hand man was apparently one of his people.

Wei Lin felt that sooner or later, his cover would slip.

Chu Jingyun, kneeling before him, hadn’t received his permission to rise, so he remained prostrate. Wei Lin’s mind raced; the best approach was to play it by ear.

He set down the jar in his hand and asked Chu Jingyun, “Elder Chu, what is the meaning of this?”

Chu Jingyun didn’t seem surprised. He cupped his hands and said, “Valley Master, rest assured, I have already dismissed the hidden guards.”

Wei Lin pursed his lips. No wonder Chu Jingyun wasn’t afraid of being exposed.

He had no idea why Chu Jingyun was seeking him out. Only Duan Xi knew about his amnesia, and Duan Xi likely wouldn’t tell Chu Jingyun.

He tapped his fingers on the table, maintaining a calm and natural expression, and asked Chu Jingyun, “What do you need?”

Chu Jingyun, as expected, showed no suspicion and explained his purpose clearly.

“Last night, I sensed Nine Phoenix. Has there been progress on his end?”

Wei Lin’s eyes flickered slightly. He gave a faint affirmation. “Indeed. Vermilion Bird has been found, but it will take some time to rescue him.”

A clear look of joy flashed in Chu Jingyun’s eyes, quickly replaced by sorrow. He couldn’t help but sigh. “It is good that he has been found. Li Qing has suffered greatly these past years.”

Wei Lin didn’t know how to respond, so he simply remained silent.

Chu Jingyun didn’t dwell on the Vermilion Bird matter for too long, instead reporting Duan Xi’s recent movements.

As Duan Xi’s trusted aide, no one knew his schedule better than Chu Jingyun.

Duan Xi truly hadn’t lied to Wei Lin; he was often missing because he was searching for spiritual herbs needed for the pill formula to treat his Cultivation Deviation.

Wei Lin listened without a word. It was false to say he felt nothing; even though their relationship was based on a trade, the feeling of being cared for was still very subtle.

Besides Duan Xi, Chu Jingyun also discussed the external situation.

The news that Ghost Valley had been burned to ruins overnight and that the Ghost Valley Valley Master had died from Cultivation Deviation quickly spread throughout the cultivation world. While people lamented the fate of the arrogant and unrestrained Valley Master, they were also stirred by the legends surrounding Ghost Valley.

From ancient times, Ghost Valley had been synonymous with mystery and strangeness. No one knew when it originated, no one knew the true faces of the successive Ghost Valley Valley Masters, and no one knew how many members the Ghost Valley contained.

It was only through the conflict between the current Ghost Valley Valley Master and the Heaven Gate Gate Master that a glimpse was revealed.

A saying had always circulated in the cultivation world: “He who obtains Ghost Valley obtains the Great Dao and eternal life.”

Although the origin of this rumor was unknown, it still made many people yearn for it.

Who in the cultivation world would not want to attain the Dao, ascend, and reach the more mysterious Upper Realm?

Moreover, in this world, with the spiritual energy becoming increasingly sparse, no one had successfully ascended to the Upper Realm for a long time.

Such a temptation, whether true or false, could drive people mad.

Thinking of this, Wei Lin couldn’t help but curl his lips in sarcasm. If the rumor were true, why didn’t the original owner ascend himself?

The world was foolish, merely deceiving itself.

Chu Jingyun couldn’t stay here for too long. Although he had dismissed the hidden guards, if too much time passed, it would still be easy to expose a weakness.

Before taking his leave, Chu Jingyun remembered something. He said, “Duan Xi seems to be investigating the true cause of Vermilion Bird’s death back then. Valley Master, what do you think…”

He hesitated, and Wei Lin raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

He replied, “Should we make changes to our original plan?”

Wei Lin raised a hand and rubbed his brow, pretending to think, but in reality, he was rapidly organizing the clues he currently possessed.

He didn’t know what kind of complex chess game the original owner had set up, but it was certain that the original owner did not kill Duan Xi’s mother.

Duan Xi had always misunderstood the original owner. If he learned the truth, it might not be a bad turning point for the current situation.

He told Chu Jingyun, “The original plan remains unchanged, however…”

“The truth that has been obscured should see the light of day.”

Chu Jingyun’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through them, but he quickly concealed it.

He bowed to Wei Lin. “This subordinate understands what to do.”

Wei Lin waved his hand. “Hurry and go. Unless there is a major emergency, do not come looking for me again.”

“Yes, Valley Master.”

Chu Jingyun knew what Wei Lin was worried about. Coming here today was a risk to his identity.

Since Wei Lin was brought back to Heaven Gate, Duan Xi had kept his whereabouts tightly hidden, not letting a single rumor leak. Chu Jingyun had tried to contact him repeatedly, but to no avail.

The opportunity to come today arose because Duan Xi had left on an errand and specifically instructed Chu Jingyun to personally ensure Wei Lin drank his medicine.

The medicine was drunk, the necessary information was reported, and it was time for him to leave.

Chu Jingyun departed, carrying the empty medicine bowl.

Watching his retreating back, Wei Lin quietly let out a sigh of relief. He had finally managed to fool Chu Jingyun.

As his tense emotions relaxed, the sweet scent of the preserved fruit once again permeated his nostrils, stirring his appetite.

Now that he was alone, no one should know about his sudden fondness for sweets.

Wei Lin rubbed his clasped hands for a moment, then pulled the small jar closer.

On the other side, Chu Jingyun hadn’t walked far from the courtyard before he ran into Yin Changlan approaching.

Seeing him, Yin Changlan seemed surprised. “Why are you here?”

His gaze swept over the medicine bowl in Chu Jingyun’s hand. “Are you delivering the medicine today?”

Chu Jingyun scratched his head, looking troubled, and explained, “The Gate Master said that since yesterday afternoon, the Madam has been throwing up whenever he drinks the medicine. He had to go out today and didn’t trust anyone else, so he asked me to personally supervise the Madam drinking the medicine. If he threw up again, I was to find you to take a look.”

Hearing that Wei Lin had thrown up the medicine, Yin Changlan immediately frowned and asked, somewhat strangely, “Why would he throw up?”

The prescription he had given was very mild, and Wei Lin had been drinking it fine for the first half month. Could it be that the decoction was no longer suppressing his Cultivation Deviation and it had worsened?

Chu Jingyun was worried too, but he dared not show it on his face. As usual, he gave a light sigh, complaining slightly, “Who knows? The Madam’s body is truly delicate, throwing up over a bit of herbal soup.”

After complaining, he changed his tone. “However, the Madam didn’t throw up this morning. He drank the medicine properly.”

He recalled that Wei Lin’s expression had been somewhat unusual at the time, and he only felt better after eating the preserved fruit.

Thinking of the preserved fruit, he suddenly realized something. His Valley Master never ate sweets. When did he change his taste?

He merely assumed Wei Lin ate it to mask the bitterness of the medicine and didn’t think much more of it.

Wei Lin had always been good at putting on a brave face, shouldering everything alone, and even if something was truly wrong, he wouldn’t let Chu Jingyun notice.

Still feeling a little worried, he couldn’t help but suggest, “Just to be safe, you should still go and check on him.”

Yin Changlan didn’t notice his abnormality. He lowered his head in thought for a moment, then looked up and told him, “I understand. I’ll go check right now.”

Receiving the affirmative answer, Chu Jingyun felt relieved. He had great confidence in Yin Changlan’s medical skills.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then walked off in opposite directions.

In the reception hall, the small jar in front of Wei Lin was already half empty. He hadn’t felt anything while eating, but when his peripheral vision caught sight of the depleted jar, his hand, raised halfway, suddenly froze.

Hmm? Why didn’t he feel sick from eating so much sweetness?

The preserved fruit seemed addictive. To prevent himself from continuing, Wei Lin quickly sealed the jar and locked it inside a cabinet.

Just as he finished, a knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate. He guiltily locked the cabinet, wondering why so many people were looking for him today, and tidied his robes.

The reception hall was filled with the strong aroma of preserved fruit. He paused, walked out of the courtyard, and closed the reception hall door behind him.

Outside the courtyard gate, Yin Changlan, having waited a long time for him to open the door, saw that the gate wasn’t locked and pushed it open, walking straight in. The moment he looked up, he happened to see Wei Lin closing the door. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t ask.

Wei Lin turned around and met Yin Changlan’s smiling, yet knowing, peach blossom eyes. His eyelashes fluttered, and his gaze lowered slightly, giving him the sense of being caught red-handed doing something wrong.

“I heard the Madam has been unwell these past two days. Chang Lan specifically came to check the Madam’s pulse.”

Yin Changlan stated his purpose directly. Wei Lin thought, so he’s just here to check on me.

He certainly couldn’t let him into the reception hall. Wei Lin led him to the stone table and stools in the courtyard, and the two sat down facing each other.

As soon as they were seated, Yin Changlan got straight to the point.

“May I ask what specific discomfort the Madam has been experiencing?”

Although Wei Lin didn’t really want to say, he knew better than to conceal illness from a doctor, so he honestly replied, “I feel nauseous and retch when I smell the medicine, and there’s also a slight stinging pain in my lower abdomen.”

He thought of his strangely altered taste, wondering if that counted as a symptom.

He ultimately didn’t mention it, feeling it probably wasn’t a sign of physical discomfort.

As Yin Changlan listened, a strange thought surfaced in his mind.

This didn’t sound like general physical discomfort; it sounded more like the morning sickness experienced by pregnant female cultivators.

But Wei Lin was a man, which was undeniable, so perhaps he was mistaken.

Unsure of the exact cause of Wei Lin’s nausea and retching, he asked Wei Lin to extend his hand so he could take his pulse.

The pulse was smooth and flowing, like pearls rolling on a plate—a genuine pregnancy pulse.

Yin Changlan’s brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown. This was the second time he had detected a pregnancy pulse in Wei Lin. Once might be a mistake, but twice was inexplicable.

“This shouldn’t be…”

He lifted his hand and felt the pulse again. It had changed, sometimes wildly thumping, sometimes lurking motionless, making it impossible to diagnose his physical condition based solely on the pulse.

Seeing Yin Changlan’s tightly knitted brows and the look of doubt in his own medical skills, Wei Lin’s heart immediately tightened.

“Is there some difficult problem with my body?”

Could it be that after so much nurturing, the Cultivation Deviation was still worsening?

Yin Changlan didn’t speak. He withdrew his hand and stared at Wei Lin’s face with a complex expression, making Wei Lin feel as if he was about to be seen through.

Yin Changlan remained silent for a long time, causing Wei Lin to hold his breath nervously.

After another moment, Yin Changlan said, “May I trouble the Madam to allow Chang Lan to take your pulse one more time?”

Wei Lin nodded without hesitation.

Yin Changlan tried to diagnose the pulse again, and the result was exactly the same: first, he felt the pregnancy pulse, but when he placed his hand back down, it became a chaotic, disorderly rhythm.

He had a vague, bold guess, but he had never heard of a man being able to carry a child, so he dared not confirm it immediately.

Wei Lin, seeing that he still hadn’t given a diagnosis, asked anxiously, “Is it a very serious problem?”

Otherwise, why would Yin Changlan look so distressed yet refuse to state the result?

Was he afraid Wei Lin couldn’t handle the shock?

Yin Changlan shook his head. “No, it is not. Although the Madam’s body has not fully recovered, the erosion of the demonic energy has slowed significantly. If we continue to nourish it, you should be able to withstand the medicinal properties of the pills later on.”

Setting aside the strange pregnancy pulse, Wei Lin’s body had indeed improved considerably. He vaguely sensed Duan Xi’s power on Wei Lin, so perhaps half the credit for the slow rate of demonic energy erosion belonged to Duan Xi’s spiritual power.

He remembered Wei Lin throwing up at the smell of medicine, so he said, “We will stop using the previous decoction. We will switch directly to medicated cuisine that tastes better. What does the Madam think?”

Wei Lin only half-believed the explanation. Yin Changlan’s eyes did not lie; it was as if he had discovered something shocking that he had to conceal from him.

Yin Changlan was not his person. If he wouldn’t speak, Wei Lin knew he wouldn’t get an answer even if he pressed hard. He decided to pretend not to notice and mused, “Then let’s do that.”