She is not a fool, how could she not see Concubine Lin's intentions?
Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Mu Zhaozhang's sharp and angry words, "You put your foot out to trip her?"
Qiucao was stunned and looked at Mu Zhaozhen in astonishment.
Does he believe Concubine Lin's words? Does he think she is the kind of person who would put her foot out to trip Concubine Lin?
However, when she saw the clear anger on his brows and the anger in his sharp black eyes, she suddenly smiled, and she immediately understood that even if she denied it, in Mu Zhaozhen's eyes, it was just sophistry, trying to hide herself.
Just forgive yourself for what you have done.[
Qiucao pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Your Majesty." Concubine Lin grabbed Mu Zhaozhu's muscular arm and said softly, "Forget it, the queen didn't mean it. The queen probably lost her child and felt sad, so she couldn't bear to see the minister.
I must be pregnant with Your Majesty’s child.”
Don't like it?
It's enough to slander her for no reason, but now she actually makes a fuss about her aborted child?
Qiucao was so disgusted by Concubine Lin's pretentious expression that she took a deep breath, looked up at Mu Zhaozhang, straight into his reproachful eyes, and asked clearly and calmly, word by word, "Do you believe it?"
What did she say?"
Mu Zhaochu stood there motionless, patting Concubine Lin's back gently with her hand, leaning against Concubine Lin's ear and whispering a few words of comfort, and then raised her head, with dark eyes.
Staring at Qiucao, he said sharply, "Queen, you have already killed one of my children, isn't that enough?"
Qiucao's eyes were black, her whole body was trembling, and she was teetering on the verge of losing her balance in several places. Her voice was so ethereal that it seemed to be coming from the sky, "Do you think I want to harm the child in her belly?"
Mu Zhaozhen looked directly at her for a moment, "You just tripped Concubine Lin, didn't you?" He really believed it!
Concubine Xinlin’s words!
Qiucao endured the burning pain in her throat and looked at him steadily, knowing that it was useless to say anything else. The person Mu Zhaozhu believed was Concubine Lin. After a while, she took a deep breath and said, "So?
What are you going to do with me?"
Mu Zhaochu frowned and glanced at her coldly. Every word he spoke was like a nail driven into her chest, causing painful pain. "Someone, please bring the Queen back to the Manna Palace! From now on, no more."