When the whip fell on her, Murong Jingwan regretted why she had angered Jasmine.
He was whipped with all his strength, and each whip tore through his clothes, leaving bloody whip marks.
Murong Jingwan's back felt a burning pain, and beads of sweat kept falling from her forehead.
Seeing the red spread on Murong Jingwan's back, Jasmine hit harder and harder.
After dozens of lashes, Jasmine showed no sign of stopping, while Murong Jingwan's consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Before losing consciousness, Murong Jingwan had a flash of doubt in her heart as to why her body had become weaker and weaker recently.
Seeing Murong Jingwan lying motionless on the ground, Jasmine felt panicked, stopped whipping, walked to Murong Jingwan's side, and felt her breath.
Although her breathing was weak, she still had breath. Jasmine couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. If she accidentally killed Murong Jingwan, she would not get any benefit at that time.
Jasmine adjusted her clothes and hair and slowly walked out of the dungeon.
Murong Jingwan felt as if she was in dire straits, with a tearing pain in her back.
A warm voice came to mind in the darkness, giving people a sense of peace of mind.
Shui Lian'er looked at her master with a worried look on her face. She didn't understand why the master of a princess could be so miserable. If she hadn't sneaked into the dungeon herself, she would have thought that the informants in the palace were spreading false news.
Murong Jingwan slowly opened her sour eyes, "Lian'er, why are you here? What should I do if your identity is exposed?" Although she was weak, Murong Jingwan still frowned and said reproachfully.
"Palace Master, your martial arts are obviously so powerful, why..." Before she could finish her words, Shui Lian'er's tears fell.
Murong Jingwan sighed softly, raised her sore arms and gently wiped the tears on Shui Lian'er's face.
Shui Lian'er was an orphan adopted by her mother. She always regarded her as her sister. After her mother passed away, Shui Lian'er became her right-hand assistant.
"Lian'er, once I use force, my identity may be exposed, but now my identity cannot be exposed." Murong Jingwan explained lightly.
"But the palace master looks so weak, are you sick?" Shui Lian'er looked worried, and then quickly grabbed Murong Jingwan's wrist and felt Murong Jingwan's pulse.
Listening to the pulse, Shui Lian'er showed a complicated expression.
"Palace Master...Palace Master...didn't you realize...you...are already more than two months pregnant?" Shui Lian'er said intermittently. Murong Jingwan's medical skills were clearly superior to hers.
, why didn’t you notice it?
Murong Jingwan looked at Shui Lian'er in shock. She had never thought that she would be pregnant. But Xuan Ningxuan only touched her... Murong Jingwan couldn't help but blush. No wonder her body has been very weak these days.
