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Chapter 88 Sadness 1

Chu Zijin raised his chin and looked at Lan Die'er with a pair of sharp eyes without concealment. He didn't sit down or say anything, he just stared at her, trying to see something.

Looking directly at Di Landie'er's guilty conscience, he walked beside Chu Ziming and said warmly, "My lord, are you feeling better? Fortunately, Mr. Lang sent you back last night, otherwise I don't know what would have happened." Yingying cried, "Next time

But it can't be like this, now even if you don't think about Die'er, you still have to think about the baby in Die'er's belly."

Chu Ziming's unfathomable eyes secretly observed Lan Die'er, but after hearing what she said, gentle lines appeared on her cold face. On a rainy night, how could a woman who begged for Dandan be caught?

Dandan? He took her delicate hand and said, "I'm fine, don't cry, don't hurt the child."

Lan Die'er cried faintly. For a moment, she put her hands on her forehead and her body was shaking!

"Die'er" Chu Ziming called nervously.

"Die'er!" Qin Minglang stood up and called out.

The two of them looked at each other with unreadable eyes...

Lan Die'er smiled awkwardly and said, "You don't have to worry, Your Majesty." She gently held her belly with her delicate hands, smiling gently and peacefully, and her voice was filled with happiness, "Since I became pregnant, I have often noticed this kind of dizziness. The doctor said it may be

He's a man, that's why he works so hard."

Hearing this, Chu Ziming stretched out his arms to take Lan Die'er into his arms, "Thank you for your hard work" but did not forget the missing balls, "Die'er, the princess is missing, have you ever seen her in the mansion?"

His bright eagle-like eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, staring at Lan Dier.

Is it her again?! Lan Die'er hid the hatred in her heart and didn't dare to look into Chu Ziming's eyes. She weakly put her hand on her forehead and said, "After leaving the prince's place, Die'er felt unwell and went directly back to the wing.

I have never seen the princess sister, why? What happened?".

"Eggy is missing," Chu Zijin said coldly, not seeing anything wrong with Lan Die'er. She stood up and said, "I will leave first. If there is any news about Dandan, send someone to deliver a message to my palace."

….

After Chu Zijin left, Qin Minglang also left one after another. Chu Ziming hugged Lan Die'er and said in a bewitching and pleasant voice, but full of great danger, "Die'er, have you really never seen the princess? You

You know, what I hate most is deception!”.

Lan Die'er's body froze, then she calmed down and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you and I have been together for a long time, don't you know what kind of woman Die'er is? Do you suspect that Die'er has imprisoned the princess?" He lowered his eyes.

, I felt pity for him and choked up, "On the night of the wedding, Die'er once said that she didn't ask for anything else. She just wanted to be with the prince, give birth to a son for him, and grow old safely. That's all. How could she have any harmful intentions?

The heart of the princess, the princess sister is missing, and Die'er is also worried."

"Die'er..." Chu Ziming hugged Lan Die'er tighter. How could he doubt her?! Such a simple and weak woman!...

Chu Zijin did not leave Hades' Mansion as he said. He could vaguely see blood stains on the corners of Lan Die'er's pink skirt that he was not sure were blood stains? If it was blood stains, could it be Dandan's?! To avoid the servant,

I wandered around in remote little courtyards.

Footsteps?! It's Jin's footsteps! Dandan opened his ears and listened clearly, as if seeing a glimmer of dawn, he was very excited, but because his mouth was blocked by Taozi with a dirty cloth, he could only make a low sound, which was red and swollen.

His eyes looked at a pile of dead and bloody mice in front of him.

"Uh-uh--" Dandan's tears filled her bruised and helpless little face like a fountain, and the sound he made was a kind of sadness, like the miserable murmur of a beast when it is injured and cannot even lick its own wounds.


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