Yu Beiming's deep voice brought her into reality: "How dare you use your child's life to play with the lonely king? The lonely king will let you understand the consequences of playing with the lonely king."
Saying that, Yu Beiming let go of Mo Xiaohuan and stood up to leave.
Mo Xiaohuan was shocked, no! We can't let him succeed!
She blurted out: "This is not your child! Yu Beiming! Don't be delusional! This is not your child at all!"
"What did you say!" Yu Beiming suddenly turned around and looked at Mo Xiaohuan in disbelief.
Mo Xiaohuan subconsciously stepped back, but mustered up the courage to fight: "The child I am carrying is not your child at all!"
"You!——" Yu Beiming stepped forward, grabbed Mo Xiaohuan's shoulder, and waved his hand to chop it down.
Mo Xiaohuan closed her eyes and raised her head, waiting for him to understand
However, Yu Beiming's palm never fell, and his violent shouts were heard in Fuyao Hall: "Mo Qinghuan! Don't think that the lonely king will be fooled by you again!"
The Qi left Yu Beiming, and the Fuyao Palace suddenly became quiet.
Mo Xiaohuan sat up so happily that she caressed her lower abdomen again and again, regardless of the pain in her body.
This child is actually still alive, still alive in her body
I remembered that when I performed in Qinglou, gauze wrapped around my waist, and I had a stomachache for a long time.
When Mo Xiaohuan called herself a fool, the little life in her belly was already reminding her, but she still didn't pay attention.
I don’t know the feeling of not getting back the little guy after hurting him, which made Mo Xiaohuan almost shed tears.
Xiaotao ran over in a hurry, with joy on her face
"Xiao Tao, come and touch it too." Mo Xiaohuan put Xiao Tao's hand on her belly, letting her feel the movement of the little life.
After a while, Xiao Tao shouted happily: "Miss, the young prince is kicking you again."
"Yes, naughty boy" I wonder if this little guy will be better behaved when he grows up.
Xiao Tao's eyes suddenly turned red and she knelt down: "Miss, I almost hurt the young prince, I'm sorry for you."
Xiao Tao sobbed, and her tears fell one by one like beans.
Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly pulled her away: "Fool, at this time, you still say that what you do is not your fault."
The hunter in the mountains said that the child could not be saved, but Mo Xiaohuan did not think much about it. She, the mother, was actually the most responsible.
"You have been with me and taken care of me all the time. How can I blame you? Don't think about the unhappy things. Now we have to think about how to welcome this child."
Mo Xiaohuan said happily, with longing for the future in her heart
"Xiao Tao, go find me some needles and thread."
In modern times, Mo Xiaohuan also learned some fabric arts and often sewed some small dolls for herself.
Xiao Tao wiped her tears and said, "What do you need needlework for? How much do you need?"
"Well, of course the little stupid girl has to make some clothes for the children." The Mo family gave Mo Qinghuan a lot of dowry. When Mo Xiaohuan was counting the escaped finances, he found a lot of cloth.
Now it’s time to use those delicate cloths to make clothes for children.
"Okay," Xiao Tao understood, "I'll go right now, slave."
A few days later, Zhaoyang Palace
Yan Li reported to Yubeiminghui: "The princess has been staying in Fuyao Palace these days. There is no special situation. Xiao Tao is taking care of the meals and other daily life. It seems...