The facts are obvious. Concubine Wan wanted to harm Chen Zhaoyi's belly child. She was afraid that someone would suspect her, so she found a scapegoat. Ye Yimu was the unlucky child.

I don’t know if Ye Yimu was unlucky and got into such a thing, or if Concubine Wan was unlucky and chose someone like Ye Yimu as a scapegoat.

Wen Yiwan couldn't pretend no matter how slap her mercilessly

From the beginning to the present, from distrust to a slap, from the noble concubine to the suspect who lost all his dignity, Wen Yiwan's last disguise was also crushed.

"Your Majesty, you already have Zi Rui and Zishu, and those little kids born to those bitches. How many more do you want? The former prince is dead, and everyone knows how he died. In detail, it is not what you killed? You have too many children, so many of them are so powerful that this palace cannot tolerate them, so I will only help you get rid of them. Only when they are all dead can the palace be peaceful, and they will not fight for the sake of power and trash each other."

Wen Yiwan's words pierced into Leng Ye's heart like a knife, and he looked at her with disgust.

"How could there be such a cruel mother in the world? Even if you don't think about yourself, you will think about Zishu and Zirui. If you do such a thing, how can you make them a foothold in the royal family in the future? What will the people in the world say to them?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the little bitch's belly is gone now. My wish has been fulfilled, and Zi Rui and Zishu are still the emperor's dearest flesh and blood." Wen Yiwan said staggeringly while kneeling down.

Leng Ye just now made her stomach ache, but she still covered her stomach and said fiercely.

It's time to this point that she can't turn around

"Bitch." When talking about the child, Leng Ye kicked another shot

Everyone looked at this scene with different thoughts, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow. In short, the atmosphere was heavy or true.

"Is it fun?"

A cold sound floats

Ye Yimu looked at all this coldly and asked these three words again, but this time the incident told Wen Yiwan.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill you." Wen Yiwan replied hatefully.

"You don't have that ability yet." Ye Yimu was not humble at all.

"I'm not completely losing." Wen Yiwan smiled, but her smile was a bit inconsistent with her embarrassed look.

"Is that?" Ye Yimu smiled slightly

"What do you mean?" Wen Yiwan realized that something was wrong. This should not be a reaction that Ye Yimu should have.

"You shouldn't choose me, you shouldn't use the people around me, you shouldn't threaten others with dirty means, and you shouldn't attack the unborn baby for your own purposes." Ye Yimu whispered, a voice that only Wen Yiwan could hear

"you····"

"Doctor, go and talk about Chen Zhaoyi's pulse again."

Before Wen Yiwan could finish speaking, Ye Yimu interrupted her and asked the imperial physician on the side to explore Chen Zhaoyi's pulse.

This investigation, even though he has been an imperial physician for so many years, he was surprised, and the imperial physician's surprise happened to deepen Wen Yiwan's uneasiness.

"What's going on?" Leng Ye asked.

"Emperor, Your Majesty, report to the emperor, Chen Zhaoyi's fetal energy is still there, and his pulse is stable, just need a good rest." The imperial doctor couldn't stop being surprised in his trembling voice.

"How could it be? How could it be?"

Wen Yiwan shouted in vain. She watched the bright blood color flowing out of Chen Zhaoyi's lower body with her own eyes. As a mother, she certainly knew what that meant, but why...

Wen Yiwan stared at Ye Yimu in disbelief, and intuition told her that this must be the ghost that Ye Yimu hit.

Where did she get such great skills? Why did she see through all this? Isn’t she only less than sixteen? She...

Is she a devil?
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