The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (102)

But the end result was that the obstacle for the palace examination was a step up.

Bai Weiwei sat in the carriage as it turned back, hand to her forehead and extremely sleepy.

But when they were supposed to arrive home, the carriage didn’t stop.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes shot open, her gaze clear and sharp.

She said, “Tongzi, what’s the situation outside.”

The system was as calm as the breeze. “We were kidnapped.”

Bai Weiwei: “By who?”

System: “Passerby A fifth prince and cannon fodder Chen A’bao.”

Qi Chimu assisted the third prince, causing the fifth prince to lose his reason and fight back.

Bai Weiwei was the first one to be taken out for revenge.

Bai Weiwei sighed. “Being loved is a heavy burden. Qi Chimu’s love for me is so famous that people don’t take revenge on him and catch me to torture instead.”

If not for the favorability being unable to lie, she could have come up with a conspiracy theory.

Qi Chimu, this scheming boy1, wanted to set up a target. He heavily doted on her, but in fact it was just to use her as a shield.

She was extremely certain Qi Chimu was capable of doing it.

Kidnapping wasn’t a big deal.

Bai Weiwei closed her eyes again, continuing to rest and recover her energy.

She’d gotten up so early. She didn’t have any energy.

This time, Qi Chimu didn’t read the note Bai Weiwei slipped in.

She wouldn’t harm him.

He could see through her; she was moved by him.

He was very clear about it.

The inspection soldier gave a strange look at the note, but not finding any place to hide a cheat sheet, he put it back.

Qi Chimu smiled.

Sure enough, it wasn’t a cheat sheet. Although he didn’t know what she wrote, seeing that the soldier didn’t show a particularly astounded expression, the words on the sheet must not be anything shocking.

He entered the examination room.

The environment for the palace examination was particularly good.

This examination would last a whole day, until evening.

And even though the Holy One’s health was not good, he would still find time to take a walk around.

He was very familiar with these procedures.

He spread open the paper. Sure enough, it was the same question from his last life.

Qi Chimu’s expression was tranquil. He spread the paper and grinded ink, his movements neither fast nor slow.

Because his answer to the question had been prepared for a year, he wrote as soon as he picked up the brush, not even using draft paper.

While others wrote a draft paper, then transcribed it, he would save time.

So the questions that should have taken a day, he finished answering before noon.

For fear that he would be too outstanding, he pretended he wasn’t finished.

Bai Weiwei’s note was placed under the paperweight, still unread.

Only after he finished writing did he finally pick it up, unfold it, and read the words written on it.

A single, concise line.

There were no flowery descriptions.

‘I’m pregnant, Qi Chimu.’

Qi Chimu was stunned.

A burst of ecstasy swept through his heart.

His breathing was unsteady, and he felt bewildered, his body as heavy as lead.

Already at the pinnacle of joy, his body could not relax.

She was pregnant.

They were having a child.

Qi Chimu couldn’t help smiling foolishly, his fingers trembling as he incessantly rubbed the line of words. How great.

It was really amazing. He had never felt that life was so good.

Wet tears even appeared in his eyes.

Somewhat embarrassed, he lowered his head to wipe his eyes. At this moment, as someone who had been alone for two lifetimes, his life almost felt complete.

Ecstasy surged forth, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The paper was a bit thick.

He tried to rub it with his fingers and found that it was two sheets of papers stuck together.

He carefully peeled the papers apart and found that there was a paragraph written on the piece of paper.

1: “Boy” was in English in raws.↩