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Chapter 20: Despicable! So forcing her into the bridal chamber? 5

Strange to say, as soon as Xuanyuan Yichen said these words, the child stopped crying immediately, and his eyes were as if looking at an enemy, and he pointed sharply at Xuanyuan Yichen.

"What are you looking at, you bitch!"

Xuanyuan Yichen only felt that there was a lot of hatred in those eyes, which made his heart suddenly tremble.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to be serious with a child? Come on, give the child to me..."

Concubine Yao said, extending her hand to Xuanyuan Yichen

Xuanyuan Yichen immediately threw the baby into Concubine Yao's hand.

"Take it, take it, this child will be left to you from now on, I don't want to see him!"

"It's the Emperor!"

Concubine Yao bowed and saluted, but there was a sinister light in her eyes. She stretched her fingers to the child's lips and touched them.

The deeper the hate, the deeper the love

If she wants to defeat Ouyang Ruoxue, she must firmly grasp the trump card of Xuanyuan Ye!

"Bao, baby..."

"Everyone, please step aside!!"

Xuanyuan Yichen shouted angrily, and the courtyard suddenly became extremely quiet.

Only he and Ouyang Ruoxue were left suffering on the ground.

At this moment, the poison has penetrated deeper and deeper, and Ouyang Ruoxue's entire face has burned crimson.

Heat waves rolled through her body, making her uncomfortable, thirsty, so thirsty...

Xuanyuan Yichen sneered and put his hand on her face

A hint of coldness made her feel so comfortable, as if she had eaten a Haagen-Dazs on a hot day.

Her body couldn't help but move closer to the coolness...

Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips

He reached out suddenly, picked her up, and walked towards the house.

Light tent, red pillow...

The sound of waves rises one after another...

With a muffled groan, Xuanyuan Yichen suddenly looked up to the sky and roared

"Ouyang Ruoxue, you are mine, only mine!!!"

Hatred surged up from the bottom of his heart, and he only felt a splitting headache

Damn woman, why, he was so good to her and almost devoted everything to pampering her, why did she do such a thing behind his back?

Whose damn child is that?

Is the painter Dong Leng?

But in his anger, he had already beheaded him. Even if the child is born now, there is no way to shed blood to verify the truth!


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