Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 1303 - 363: The Pitiful Proposal

When they heard the name Luo Qixue, the guards at the City Lord’s Mansion looked at Ye Lingyue in astonishment.

The person is the City Lord of Huangquan City, but in Shui City, her status is evidently not high.

The guard hesitated, unsure whether to answer truthfully.

"You’re bold! How dare you inquire about my mother’s name!"

Luo Qianche walked over.

Her injuries hadn’t fully healed yet, and now her right eye was bandaged and she was wrapped in gauze, looking rather comical.

At this time, Ye Lingyue couldn’t find anything to laugh about.

She never expected Luo Qixue to be Luo Qianche’s mother.

"Your mother and City Lord Luo both have the surname Luo?" Ye Lingyue wondered. Logically, the Luo Family has the Water God Bloodline and is not very populous. City Lord Luo and Luo Qixue both carry the Luo name, which means they should be closely related by blood; how could they marry?

"My mother was born Luo, but after my father married into the City Lord’s Mansion, he changed his surname to Luo after my mother passed away. Out of love and respect for his beloved mother, my father changed his surname. Why are you asking these questions? Let me tell you, my father showed mercy by allowing you to live in the City Lord’s Mansion, but that doesn’t mean you can act recklessly here. Go back to your shabby courtyard."

Luo Qianche caught a glimpse of Ye Lingyue’s plain, unimpressive face under the lantern’s shadow.

Yet, it was precisely this face that had Emperor Di Shen utterly mesmerized, to the point where he desired no one else but her.

Luo Qianche felt a bitter resentment choke her heart, unable to swallow it down or spit it out.

Nonetheless, after tomorrow, her arrogance will be short-lived.

Luo Qianche shot Ye Lingyue a cutting glance, flicked her sleeve dismissively, and ignored her.

This woman, did she eat dynamite or something? Why is she so fiery?

Ye Lingyue was unexpectedly blamed and felt bewildered.

But thanks to Luo Qianche, Ye Lingyue uncovered a secret about Shui City.

Apparently, Luo Qianche’s mother possessed the genuine Water God Bloodline.

But while Luo Qianche claimed Luo Qian changed his surname to honor his beloved wife, Ye Lingyue felt something was off.

Would a man who cherished his wife marry nineteen concubines?

Doing the math, it’s as if he wed a new one every year. Comparing him to the Merfolk King, who had been lighting lanterns by the river every year for over twenty years to commemorate a departed one, it’s like comparing heaven and earth.

Ye Lingyue scoffed, feeling disdainful towards Luo Qian, and she immediately thought of another matter.

If Luo Qian merely married into the City Lord’s Mansion as a husband-in-law, how did he acquire the Water God Bloodline?

Could it be that, besides inheritance, there are other ways to obtain the Water God Bloodline and talent?

And what is this method?

These matters likely touch upon the secrets of the City Lord’s Mansion. Though as Ye Lingyue pondered, she still hadn’t figured it out as she returned to her room.

Upon returning to the room, Di Shen had already made up the floor bed, waiting for Ye Lingyue.

"Wife, what’s wrong? You don’t look well."

Di Shen reached out and touched Ye Lingyue’s forehead, noticing her slightly flushed cheeks, he leaned in closer and sniffed around her.

"What are you doing? Acting like Little Zhiyo."

Ye Lingyue was amused by Di Shen, and pushed him away, but he furrowed his brows suspiciously.

"Wife, I can smell another man’s scent."

"Man, my foot! In my current state, which blind man would look at me? By the way, I ran into Luo Qianche earlier, guess what I found out?"

Ye Lingyue retorted angrily, punching Di Shen.

Di Shen’s heart skipped a beat, looking at Ye Lingyue with some nervousness.

"That woman came to give you grief again? Wife, I have no interest in her whatsoever, nor do I intend to marry her. Rest assured, I am not the kind of man who womanizes, one of you has already worn me out, adding another would surely kill me."

In his anxiety, Di Shen revealed everything that happened tonight.

Ye Lingyue heard him but remained silent.

"Wife, do you still have doubts? How about we get married early and establish our status, that way I can be at ease and so can you."

Di Shen desperately explained, fearing Ye Lingyue wouldn’t believe him.

"So, City Lord Luo originally married Luo Qixue for fame and status, meaning he’s fundamentally not a good person. Luo Qixue was truly blinded by cow dung, mistaking the worthless for a Bright Pearl, missing the chance with the Merfolk King, a truly good man, and choosing the sly Luo Qian. I even suspect Luo Qixue’s death back then was not simply due to childbirth complications."

Ye Lingyue pondered thoughtfully.

"Uh... Wife, did you hear what I said? I mean, how about we get married early?"

Di Shen was speechless, realizing his proposal had gone unheard by Ye Lingyue.

He was proposing!

"I heard it! Oh! What did you say earlier? One of me wears you out easily, am I that hard to handle?"

Ye Lingyue finally returned to the conversation, but her focus wasn’t on Di Shen’s proposal.

"Wife, I didn’t mean it that way. Wife, no matter how challenging you are, I enjoy it immensely, please don’t be angry."

In the room, Di Shen pleaded and swore, cajoling Ye Lingyue until late into the night before she relented.

Late at night, Di Shen lay on the floorbed.

On the bed, Ye Lingyue kept pondering the matters of the Merfolk King and Luo Qixue.

Neither of them could fall asleep.

"Wife, I can’t fall asleep. I want to hold your hand."

Di Shen muttered beside her.

The floor was cold and uncomfortable; he really didn’t want to sleep on it.

"No."

Ye Lingyue said with irritation.

The thought of Di Shen being eyed by Luo Qianche, even receiving a proposal, displeased Ye Lingyue.

"Wife, if not holding hands, can I hold a finger?"

Di Shen pleaded pitifully, reaching for Ye Lingyue’s blanket with his hand, only to be kicked away by her.

Persistent, Di Shen struggled for half the night before finally grabbing one of Ye Lingyue’s little fingers, refusing to let go once he had it.

"Are you going to let me sleep or not!"

Ye Lingyue grew angry, but received no response; glancing at the floor, she saw Di Shen was already asleep.

His hand, gripping Ye Lingyue’s little finger, hung from the bedside, as if just a hint of her presence would enable him to sleep comfortably.

Her heart softened suddenly, and Ye Lingyue shook her head with a sigh.

She sat up quietly, tucked Di Shen’s bedding snugly, and lay back down.

The warmth from Di Shen’s hand transmitted to Ye Lingyue, easing her troubled heart from the entire day.

Ye Lingyue turned to look at Di Shen’s handsome profile and softly said.

"Di Shen, good night."

She closed her eyes, and as sleepiness grew, her thoughts gradually settled down.

"Sister—Sister—"

The tender voice of a child gently sang in her ears, like the most mellifluous lullaby, slowly drifting into her dreams.