Murong Qian said incoherently that she didn't want to see Nangong Jin again. As soon as she saw him, she remembered what he had forced her to do and what he said. She didn't want to remember it anymore, she just wanted to forget it.
"Okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, don't be afraid, the child is gone, I won't hurt you anymore!"
There was a sad look in Nangong Jin's eyes. He would always be in debt to the unborn child. While comforting Murong Qian, he backed away from Yixin Palace.
"Child? Child!"
Murong Qian murmured to himself and collapsed on the bed, his eyes gradually becoming misty!
Nangong Jin stood at the door and then dragged his heavy steps back to Longteng Palace. Before leaving, he asked Qingshen to help Murong Qian make some supplements.
Qingshen gently opened the door and walked inside, where she saw Murong Qian huddled in the corner holding the quilt and crying silently.
"Miss……"
Qingshen slowly walked into Murong Qian. Murong Qian clutched the brocade quilt, shook her head, and continued to cry.
"Love is deep, I miss home so much, I really want to go home, ugh..."
Murong Qian wanted to go back to her home, it was really scary here.
"Miss……"
Qing Shen didn’t know what to say for a moment, after all, this is the queen!
Murong Qian's tears became even more painful because she thought of her child.
Her child was gone, and her and Nangong Jin's unborn child was gone without her knowing.
She felt so guilty. She should have noticed earlier that her menstrual period had not come this month. She should have noticed it earlier.
"Love is deep, you know? I didn't protect him well, I wasn't a good mother, so he didn't want me anymore, he left my body, he left..."
Murong Qian's mood has been unstable, and his affectionate mood has plummeted...
On the third day, Qingshen received the news that Mu Fei had arrived in Kyoto and was heading to Yixin Hall!
Murong Qian was sitting on the imperial concubine's chair. Nangong Jin had come more than once in the past three days, but every time Murong Qian saw him, it was as if he had seen a ghost and kept hiding.
Murong Qian was surprisingly quiet today. In fact, she was thinking sadly about her lost child. The pain in her body was never as profound as the pain in her heart. If he was still here, what would he be like when he grew up?
Is it a boy or a girl? Will he like his mother?
Would he mind not having a father? Murong Qian silently guessed, the pain in her heart infinitely magnified, because all the guesses could not come true, because the child was gone, just like that.
Murong Qian lowered his head sadly and said to himself:
"My child, don't hate your mother. If you are destined, you must find your mother to be reincarnated again. Your mother will take good care of you next time and let you be born safely and smoothly."
After thinking for a while, she said again:
"Don't blame your father. He didn't know you existed. If he knew, he would definitely not treat your mother like this. Although my mother doesn't blame your father, she no longer knows how to face your father, so
Mom is leaving, and you have to leave your dad as far away as possible!"
Murong Qian's heart became colder and colder. She couldn't feel any warmth. Because she was tired!
As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of deep love, wind and fire, which made Murong Qian feel that there was something warm, that was deep love.
"Empress, empress...sister Mu Fei is back..."
Mu Fei?
Isn't she in Jincheng?
Murong Qian stood up quickly, but because she was still very weak, when Murong Qian stood up, her eyes turned black!
I fell down on the chaise longue again, thinking to myself that my health was getting worse again.