Dressed in white, her face was full of illness and frailty, but her eyes were elegant and gentle without knowing anything about the world.
She was half leaning on the imperial concubine chair. When Leng Fengqing came in, she coughed a few times, her porcelain face turned red, and she looked at Leng Fengqing timidly.
Leng Fengqing suppressed the severe pain in her heart and asked her if she knew what Yan Zhiyu had done for her.
Su Rushuang said she knew. She told Leng Fengqing that Yan Zhiyu had not treated her badly. During the year of their marriage, Yan Zhiyu had been very good to her. Moreover, it was not her Leng Fengqing's life that was used to change her life, but her belly.
The life of a child.
Her rhetoric was the same as that of Yan Zhiyu, that the child was Yan Zhiyu's child, and Yan Zhiyu could decide how to use the child, so he was not ashamed to treat her coldly to Fengqing.
Leng Fengqing said sadly and angrily that it was also her child. After hearing this, Su Rushuang smiled lightly and said, if you are not willing to use this child's life, then use your own life, but this is yours.
The choice is not Yan Zhiyu's. He still doesn't owe you, it's the child who owes you.
Leng Fengqing couldn't help it and slapped Su Rushuang on the face.
Yan Zhiyu was furious and ordered Leng Fengqing's sister Leng Fengyu to be killed and her body hung on the city gate to punish Leng Fengqing.
Yuan Qingling's snooping came to an abrupt end here.
Fourth master woke up!
The moment he opened his eyes, there was a blood-like color in his eyes, and Yuan Qingling felt the rage and hatred coming from him. Just as Coke said, the waves of blood were rolling.
But, all of a sudden, he gradually became calmer, and even became a little confused, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"
There was overwhelming grief in Yuan Qingling's eyes. Those things he found in his memory, even she, who was not involved, felt the pain of despair. How did Leng Fengqing survive?
"I asked her to check your pulse. You haven't been sleeping well recently!" The princess opened the door and came in, saying.
The Fourth Master rubbed his eyebrows, but his expression was still startled, "I fell asleep just now, and I even had a..."
He didn't say any more, but stood up slowly, looked at the princess and said, "I'm fine. Maybe Brother Xing was born. I'm happy, so I can't sleep."
"Then you can sleep a little longer!" The princess stepped forward and said dotingly.
"No, I'm going to see Ling'er!" After the fourth master said that, he showed off his robe and turned around to go out.
Yuan Qingling covered her face with both hands and allowed the grief in her heart to surge freely. This pain belonged to Leng Fengqing and the Fourth Master. Although he had not experienced this personally, he did not know from whose mouth he learned it.
, even after hearing it, it was so profound that it was imprinted in my mind.
"Are you okay?" The princess came over, gently put her shoulder on her shoulder, and asked.
Yuan Qingling let go of her hands and looked at the princess, "Didn't Yan Zhiyu end up miserable in the end?"
The princess was silent for a few seconds and said: "They are still alive and happy for thirty-five years. They are full of children and grandchildren. Next month will be Yan Zhiyu's fifty-sixth birthday party."
Yuan Qing Ling Huoran stood up with a stern look on his face, "This is so unfair. How can such a cruel person be allowed to have a happy life?"