The counterattack of the daughter of the time-traveling villain

Chapter 62 The Finale

The author has something to say: Sorry~, this chapter was supposed to be published yesterday, but yesterday I felt a little uncomfortable and didn’t want to move, so I posted it this morning. Anyway, this book is finally written It's over, it's over, la la la, it's over~Thank you for the little cutie who has been chasing this book, thank you for being willing to tolerate me being too lazy to update the article all day long, and the endless stinky problems when procrastination comes, thank you for being willing to keep reading Read on, every time I see the increased number of hits and the comments of the cuties, I am happy. . .This book should have a special episode in the future, and I am planning the next book, but I probably won’t write about Lily (when you read this book, you should also know that I should write about my sexuality hahaha), so Yes, friends who support, please continue to support, then we will see you in the next book~

"Zhiyi...I like you..."

Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, Zhimo saw it, came over and asked concerned: "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"

Zhiyi shook his head, resting his forehead with his hand, it didn't seem to be driving well, Zhimo said: "I haven't reached the territory of Dayu yet, you should sleep for a while."

Zhiyi glanced at the sleeping child in her arms, she nodded and said, "Then I'll sleep for a while, don't be too tired."

Zhiyi lay down, but the picture of Song Hanzhen giving birth that day was always in his mind. Song Hanzhen held her hand. Even though she was dying of pain at that time, he still told Zhiyi what she always wanted to say: "Zhiyi...I like you..."

Zhiyi was stunned, and Song Hanzhen said intermittently: "A long time ago, I...but I didn't dare to think about it, not for any other reason...just because I am the eldest princess of Dayu...ah—— —”

A tear fell from the corner of Zhiyi's eyes, she said: "Princess, don't talk about it, can you give birth to the child first?"

"No...Zhiyi, I'm afraid I don't have time, I'm afraid...so I told Brother Huang to come to Beiqiong to get married, but...I can't...I treat you...ah!"

"Stop talking, I know..." Zhiyi cried.

"Ah——Zhiyi has one more thing...I want to ask you, after my child is born, I beg you to take him back to Dayu, okay?"

Zhiyi nodded with tears in his eyes.

After Song Hanzhen gave birth to the child, she collapsed and was exhausted. In the end, she leaned on Zhiyi's arms and held her hand. Although her face was pale, her face was full of satisfaction.

"Zhiyi...I'm so happy. Ever since I realized that I was interested, I haven't focused on you like this."

Zhiyi hugged her, cried and said, "I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing I'm sorry about, Zhiyi, can you call me by my name? I want to hear it."

Song Hanzhen smiled and said, "Before you always called me the eldest princess, and you never called me by my name."

Zhiyi hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "Hanzhen..."

Just like that, Song Hanzhen gradually became silent in her arms.

Recalling the details of getting along with her in Dayu at that time, now it seems like a dream, the voice and appearance are still the same, but the person is no longer there.

Back in Dayu, Zhimo begged Song Yan to personally issue an order to bury Song Hanzhen generously, and Zhiyi found a place with nice scenery but few people, and buried Song Hanzhen there.

Her children Zhiyi and Zhimo adopted her and named her Sihan.

One year later, Beiqiong's army was defeated in Tongzhou, Liu Heng led his army back to the court in triumph, and the whole country of Dayu celebrated together.

Sihan also gradually opened up, her eyebrows and eyes looked very much like Song Hanzhen, both Zhiyi and Zhimo were first-time mothers, and when the little girl was crying, neither of them knew what to do. There was no other way, Zhimo sent someone to invite a wet nurse.

One day Zhimo came back from the outside and opened the door to see Zhiyi lying asleep beside Sihan's small bed.Although he hired a wet nurse, Zhiyi was still worried and always had to take care of Sihan himself, and if there was anything he didn't understand, he would ask the wet nurse.

Zhimo smiled, went to find a dress and planned to put it on for her, just as her hand touched her, Zhiyi woke up, as soon as she saw Zhimo, she smiled and said, "You're back."

"You are too tired, go and rest, and let me take care of Sihan."

Zhiyi shook her head, she stood up, wrapped her arms around Zhimo's neck, and said with a smile: "I didn't look carefully that day, you can write it to me again."

"what?"

Zhiyi said word by word: "Zhi, Yi, I, wife."

Zhimo's face was unusually red, she turned her head away and said, "I won't write."

Zhiyi grinningly took out a piece of paper from his bosom, which was exactly the one written by Zhimo. At that time, Zhimo put it away, but Zhiyi was able to find it out.

Just as Zhimo wanted to grab it, Zhiyi put it away, and she said, "It's okay, I'll write it for you too."

She took Zhimo to the table, polished the ink herself, and then wrote the four characters "Zhimo, my wife".

Zhiyi asked her: "How is it?"

Zhiyi's handwriting was not bad, and he could feel a bit of Zhimo, Zhimo coughed lightly, and said, "It's not bad."

Another year of bright spring, the branches outside the window have quietly sprouted at some point, and the tender green is pitiful.

The spring is just right outside, and the beauties in the house are in pairs...