Chapter 88 An Zhisu is Pregnant and Cruel Luo Xiao
"Xiaoyi? Why are you here? Where are you?" An Zhisu was a little depressed. This was the first time she had fallen asleep in this world? This body is really fragile!
"This is the palace. Princess, you were knocked unconscious by the carriage, and then the prince carried you back. Then when the royal doctor was treating you, he found that you..."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You were pregnant. I thought the prince would be happy, but he asked his servants to throw you into the woodshed after the doctor left. I was afraid that you would have no one to take care of you, so I begged the prince to lock you in together..."
An Zhisu was slightly startled, and his face suddenly turned pale. Pregnant?! No wonder Luo Xiao was so angry that he threw her into the woodshed while she was fainting. Since she married into the palace, Luo Xiao has never touched her. Why?
It was a great shame and humiliation for the prince's Luo Xiao to cuckold her!
Sitting there blankly, An Zhisu's memories were eroding her like a scourge. The palace, assassins, masks, and rapes. These memories tortured her so much that she couldn't breathe. It turns out that once some things happen, they cannot be forgotten.
Will follow you for a lifetime.
"Princess, are you okay?" Xiaoyi looked worriedly at An Zhisu, who was soaked in sweat.
"It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."
Pregnant, I'm pregnant, but I don't even know who the child's father is, what should I do with this little life? An Zhisu closed his eyes in pain and thought.
When An Zhisu opened her glasses again, she had already made a decision. She wanted to protect this child. This was her only relative in the world. He was her flesh and blood, even if she didn't know who his father was.
He is still his own child.
There was the sound of unlocking the door, and a flash of dark purple appeared in An Zhisu's sight as the door opened.
The light radiating from Luo Xiao's narrow eyes made people shudder. He entered the woodshed, gently lifted An Zhisu's chin with his slender fingers, and asked in an evil and cold voice: "Who is the father of the child?"
An Zhisu smiled coldly: "I want to know too. Now that you ask, I hate you even more!" If he had been there that night, she would never have been raped!
When he heard the word hate, the sneer at the corner of Luo Xiao's lips deepened, "What qualifications do you, a slut who has done something shameless and a slut, have to hate me? Tell me! Is that child Luo Yao's?!
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An Zhisu looked at Luo Xiaohu and smiled, with tears filling his eyes: "It doesn't matter who it is, the important thing is that he is my child!"
"Bitch! Listen, no matter whose child the king is, I don't plan for him to live in this world!" Luo Xiao narrowed his cold eyes and took the miscarriage medicine from the accompanying maid, "Drink it!"
An Zhisu knocked him down with a slap, "Impossible!"
Looking at the broken bowl of medicine, Luo Xiao's eyes became colder and colder, and he waved his hand and slapped An Zhisu hard on the cheek.
An Zhisu's cheeks turned red immediately, and a trace of blood snaked down the corner of her mouth like an earthworm. She didn't make any sound, but looked at him with cold eyes.
Being stared at by An Zhisu with such a cold gaze, Luo Xiao couldn't help but look away, clenched his fists, and almost roared, "Come here, drag this woman out and beat her! Beat her until she has a miscarriage!"
After hearing this, Xiaoyi hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, asking Luo Xiao to let An Zhisu go...
When the sticks fell on An Zhisu like raindrops, she had only one thought in her mind, child, you have to be strong.
Blood dripped down the back and fell to the ground, dyeing the dry loess red. After a long time, An Zhisu finally couldn't hold on any longer. Before she fell into coma, she looked at Luo Xiao who was approaching and said in a weak voice, "You must not
What a death!"
"Wow", after a basin of cold water, An Zhisu opened his eyes weakly and saw Luo Xiao with a cold and handsome face. He asked in a devilish and terrifying voice, "Do you want the child's life or your own life?"
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"Everyone wants it!" An Zhisu's voice was so weak that it was trembling, but still firm.
Suddenly the laughter of Yingying Yanyan came from the distance, getting closer and closer, He Feifei and Xu Man walked over gracefully.
He Feifei leaned against Luo Xiao softly, glanced at An Zhisu, whose shirt was stained with blood on the ground, and said softly, "My lord, because she made you so angry that it's not worth it, don't be so angry that your body is broken."
"Yeah, it's not worth it." Luo Xiao raised his lips and sneered, "Then I'll leave it to you to solve the problem. Don't you two usually dislike her? Now I will give you a chance to find a way to use her to lose the child.
, remember, you are not helping her to remove the child, you are asking her to voluntarily go to the king to remove the child."
"Your Majesty, don't worry." Listening to Xu Manmiao and He Feifei's straightforward answers, An Zhisu realized the true meaning of the word "creepy"...
Xu Manmiao was still immature when it came to torturing people, but He Feifei was obviously experienced. She ordered someone to find a bamboo stick and tie An Zhisu to a cross stake. Then she walked up to her and said: "Princess, you
Why bother? Just take the child and avoid suffering so much."
"He Feifei, I will get back everything you have done to me today, little by little! Remember, no matter what you have done, I will repay you double!" An Zhisu's tone was weak, but He Feifei's expression changed drastically.
, it’s not that she has never seen An Zhisu’s cruelty, this woman who must take revenge when she has a grudge, but if she can’t live, how can she take revenge? Thinking of this, He Feifei couldn’t help laughing: “Then don’t blame my sister for being rude.
Got it!"
He Feifei picked up a bamboo stick with his right hand, stroked An Zhisu's left hand with his left hand, gently picked up his index finger, and pierced the bamboo stick through the nail plate with his right hand. There was a heartbreaking pain, and his fingers connected with his heart. It was true, An Zhisu
Bai Te bit her lower lip tightly, and blood dripped again from the dried blood at the corner of her mouth.
Luo Xiao still watched indifferently. When An Zhisu inserted bamboo sticks into all ten fingers, she looked at Luo Xiao with an even more mocking look. It turned out that Luo Xiao was a man more terrifying than the devil!
"Sister, it's your turn." He Feifei turned around and looked at Xu Manmiao seductively.
Glancing at Luo Xiao standing aside, Xu Manmiao pretended to be compassionate, shook her head, and took a few steps back.
He Feifei, who was eager to torture An Zhisu without giving it much thought, couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw this: "Does my sister feel sorry for the princess? How about I teach my sister how to do it?"
An Zhisu suddenly laughed: "He Feifei, you vicious woman, if you teach Xu Manmiao how to deal with me, will you one day use everything you use to deal with me on Xu Manmiao? In this way, you can be alone forever.
Luo Xiao, you are so pathetic, you pretend not to fight, grab or get angry, but unfortunately you are more jealous than anyone else, you are the most greedy person!"
She looked firmly into Xu Manmiao's eyes again, and said quietly and slowly: "Xu Manmiao, look into my eyes, you stupid woman, have you forgotten how your sister died? It was by the beast Luo Xiao.
Killed by your own hands! You knew that Luo Xiao was not a good person, but you still tried your best to marry the murderer of your sister! And He Feifei, she just used you. One day, you ended up like me. Did you see it?
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"Ah!" Xu Manmiao screamed, then suddenly turned around and ran away.
He Feifei looked at Xu Manmiao who ran away inexplicably. It would be better if she ran away. In this way, no one would compete with her, and then only she would be able to please the prince.
Seeing everything in his eyes, Luo Xiao was once again stung by An Zhisu's calmness. This woman used this method to save him last time. What kind of magic power does she have? He Feifei still wants to torture An Zhisu, Luo Xiao
Xiao suddenly said: "That's enough. Let's spare her today and continue tomorrow!"
He Feifei muttered and stood aside angrily.
The servants dragged An Zhisu into the woodshed and gave him a bowl of water and a bowl of rancid rice. An Zhisu endured the pain and laughed: "It seems that this bastard Luo Xiao really can't bear to starve me to death. It's torture."
It is indeed what this pervert prefers."
In Wangyue Pavilion, Luo Xiao leaned tiredly on his wheelchair, and a white gauze floated in quietly. There was lingering melancholy on Qingguo Qingcheng's face, unlike the happiness before, and his gentle and jade-like hands gently
Caressing Luo Xiao's chiseled cheeks, she saw sadness. When had such a heavy sadness appeared on his stubborn and cold face, he himself had never noticed it.
"Xiao, I will help you."
Luo Xiao opened his eyes, put his arms around her light waist, buried his head deeply, and she stroked his hair...
It was an eerily quiet night. The door of the woodshed creaked open, and a small face flashed in. Accompanied by candlelight, she gently shook An Zhisu and whispered: "Princess, are you okay? I'm here, slave."
Bring some food."
An Zhisu opened her eyes from the pain. The weak candlelight was a bit dazzling. The woodshed was really dark. She leaned against the wall and saw the person clearly: "Chu Ying, why are you here? Come on!
It would be bad if we were discovered by that pervert Luo Xiao when we go back."
"My slave, I miss you so much. I heard that you have suffered a lot. Why is the prince so cruel?" Chuying's tears quietly slid down her cheeks.
A warmth rose in An Zhisu's heart, and he smiled reluctantly and said: "I'm fine, the skin injury is minor, and I'm used to it. Go back quickly, I'm aware of it, I don't want to
You both will suffer."
Just as he was saying this, a fire suddenly lit up outside the door, accompanied by Luo Xiao's sarcastic and cold voice: "The love between master and servant is really deep! What a touching picture! Chuying, if you are so reluctant to let go of the princess, then you can stay here."
Come with her! Someone, lock the door, add two locks, and add two people to guard it! Let’s see who can still run in again!"
"Let Chuying out, you bastard! She has been in your house for many years! Bastard, let her out!" An Zhisu said in a weak and hoarse voice.
"If Chuying doesn't go out, Chuying will stay with the princess even if he dies!"
"I will grant you a favor! Come, close the door!" Luo Xiao turned and left.