But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will naturally not give up her life.
But how can we ensure that we will not die?
Zhongqing tilted her head and thought for a long time, and finally slowly thought of a word...steal...seed!
But, from whom?
Young Marshal's?
Zhong Qing couldn't help but her heart beat faster when she thought of that man. She subconsciously wanted to give up the idea, but apart from him, in the Yi family, that man dared to be with her... No matter whether it was successful or not, she would give it a try.
In the next few days, the entire Yi family was naturally busy with the funeral of Yi Xin, the young master of the Yi family.
Everywhere is pale.
Although there may be a child in Zhong Qing's belly now, the eldest wife has hope. After all, it is her own flesh and blood, so she sheds tears all day long, guarding Yi Xin's coffin and never leaving.
Yi Jian is Yi Xin's little uncle. He doesn't need to be worshiped. He still appears occasionally.
Zhong Qing was also dressed in white, and she knelt down among the Yi family ladies in a neat manner. Because her clothes were the same, not many people could see her.
The next day was the day of Yi Xin's funeral.
Yi Jian came early this night and naturally stayed longer.
He still doesn't like to talk. If it weren't for his mellow appearance and strong aura, he could be ignored by others.
In the middle of the night, the eldest lady cried even harder. Yi Jian sat there, almost falling asleep, but was awakened by the eldest lady's cry. He frowned and his dark eyes flashed.
, the condensed light is mixed with some fatigue.
When the eldest lady cried, all the people started crying together. Yi Jian was so happy that she got up and walked out.
Zhong Qing always paid attention to Yi Jian. When she saw him walking out, she turned around first and found He Anyuan kneeling beside the eldest wife, taking care of her, without paying attention to Yi Jian. At this time, she quietly stood up and followed
Yi Jian left...
[Stew meat over low heat, you know... Do you want to eat it? ~ Fragrant, fragrant meat~~~~ Steal the seeds... Will it be successful or not? Let's see the analysis tomorrow...
...Recommend a book...The Devil’s Dominant Love, The Little Sweet Girl Who Dotes on Himself, the author, Look Up for Love, search it yourself, the story told in one sentence is, when she was eighteen years old, she was raped by him
