However, at this moment, no matter how beautiful and charming the palace maids are, they all look overshadowed.
In the face of passionate blood, everything is eclipsed.
Fangfei stood up on the soft carriage and looked at His Majesty walking towards him blankly.
His Majesty Luo Jia, his blood and his walking steps began to be so heavy, and she even suspected that he was injured - His Majesty, was he injured?
She suddenly wanted to run towards him so eagerly, throw herself into his arms, comfort him, or be comforted by him.
But I dare not!
She remembered that in a sense, she was the culprit of today's situation.
The culprit!
I have no choice but to bear it.
It's close.
She could see his blood all over his body - not sure whether it was his own or the enemy's.
She wanted to call him, but couldn't speak.
She was also very hungry, but she didn't feel anything.
Even the pain after a while was relieved - perhaps forgot.
That naughty child no longer dared to make noises or kick his mother in the abdomen.
At this moment, Princess Xinya slowly woke up.
There was no son by my side—even the grass in front of me was gone. There was no purple-black blood on the marble ground—
Son, that is the body of a son—because the blood is the figure of a child.
She cried bitterly: "Son...the emperor...where are you..."
A palace maid comforted her quietly and helped her: "Empress, you mourn, the little prince... he has already..."
Xinya cried to death. When she looked up, she suddenly saw the queen opposite her - the queen standing in front of the soft carriage, with such luxurious clothes - even if her hair was messy and even if her face was haggard, the gorgeous clothes were unstoppable.
.It does not damage her noble image.
Anyone who wears such clothes will be noble!
Also, she has such a erect belly - so dazzlingly pregnant with Rocca.
Here, at this time, she actually dared to get pregnant!