He opened the door and walked into the back room. He could only hear the sound of the door closing, but the rest was dead silence.
Although the room is very spacious, there are not many furnishings in it. As soon as you enter, you can see a tall screen, which completely blocks the view.
Turning around the screen, there was a small dressing table, and a small bronze mirror reflected Ye Wuqi's figure.
He looked in the mirror and imagined Ye Qingqing's face appearing in it, just like she could be seen dressing up in the palace every day.
There was a wooden hairpin on the dressing table that caught Ye Wuqi's attention.
It was an extremely simple wooden hairpin with a small fork on the head. He knew this wooden hairpin. It was Ye Qingqing's favorite hairpin and she often wore it on her head.
Qing'er! Qing'er must be nearby!
There was a soft sound from the bead curtain behind him, and Ye Wuqi turned around quickly, "Qing'er!"
Unfortunately, it was just the wind and not a single figure.
Ye Wuqi sighed softly, raised his fingers to brush aside the bead curtain, and walked into the inner room.
He thought he would see something, maybe Qing'er was inside, but the strange thing was that there was nothing in the inner room, it was empty, except for a half-burned plate of incense in the corner.
Suddenly, the wall in front of Ye Wuqi became transparent.
There was a big bed with bright red gauze curtains hanging on it. There were figures rolling on the bed, and the gauze curtains were swaying in the wind. In this gap, Ye Wuqi saw that the people on the bed were actually Ye Wuyuan and...Ye Qingqing!
Ye Qingqing was lying on the bed with a sweet smile, letting Ye Wuyin kiss, caress, and bewilder her body. Ye Wuqi saw Ye Qingqing looking at him. There was no unwillingness to be humiliated in her eyes. On the contrary, she became
Passive to active...
"impossible!"
Ye Wuqi held his chest and took a big step back!
impossible!
Qing'er would never treat him like this!
He believes in Qing'er!
Before Ye Wuqi could calm down, the scene in front of him made him even more heartbroken.
He saw Ye Wuyuan holding a sharp lancet and handing it to Ye Qingqing, and he smiled evilly in the direction of Ye Wuqi.
Ye Qingqing also smiled. She took the lancet calmly and slashed it towards her belly...
"No! No! Qing'er! You can't... you can't treat our children like this..."
Ye Wuqi scratched and slapped the wall in front of him crazily. He just wanted to stop her, but unfortunately, he couldn't touch them at all. In front of him, there were only refracted images.
Ye Wuqi didn't dare to look away from the lancet in Qing'er's hand for a moment, the sharp light stung his eyes.
Qing'er, don't...
He looked like a man struggling to his death, watching hopelessly as the shining blade was inserted into Qing'er's stomach.
Her hands were slender and strong, and she pulled down the blade without hesitation. It only took a moment, but it seemed like ten thousand years had passed.
Qing'er's blood dyed her snow-white skin red, and also dyed the entire sight area red.
Ye Wuqi fell into deep despair. How could you do this to their child, Qing'er?
Ye Wuyuan smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to take the meat ball-like thing from Qing'er's hand, and held it up to Ye Wuqi's eyes through the red gauze curtain.
Qing'er, who had healed the wound with magic, smiled affectionately at Ye Wuyuan without even looking at their child.
Ye Wuqi took several steps back.
He covered his painful chest, his throat felt fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The image on the wall quickly faded, leaving only Ye Wuxi's mouthful of blood on the white wall.
(Sorry for the late update.) He opened the door and walked into the back room. He could only hear the sound of the door leaf closing, but the rest was dead silence.
Although the room is very spacious, there are not many furnishings in it. As soon as you enter, you can see a tall screen, which completely blocks the view.
Turning around the screen, there was a small dressing table, and a small bronze mirror reflected Ye Wuqi's figure.
He looked in the mirror and imagined Ye Qingqing's face appearing in it, just like she could be seen dressing up in the palace every day.
There was a wooden hairpin on the dressing table that caught Ye Wuqi's attention.
It was an extremely simple wooden hairpin with a small fork on the head. He knew this wooden hairpin. It was Ye Qingqing's favorite hairpin and she often wore it on her head.
Qing'er! Qing'er must be nearby!
There was a soft sound from the bead curtain behind him, and Ye Wuqi turned around quickly, "Qing'er!"
Unfortunately, it was just the wind and not a single figure.
Ye Wuqi sighed softly, raised his fingers to brush aside the bead curtain, and walked into the inner room.
He thought he would see something, maybe Qing'er was inside, but the strange thing was that there was nothing in the inner room, it was empty, except for a half-burned plate of incense in the corner.
Suddenly, the wall in front of Ye Wuqi became transparent.
There was a big bed with bright red gauze curtains hanging on it. There were figures rolling on the bed, and the gauze curtains were swaying in the wind. In this gap, Ye Wuqi saw that the people on the bed were actually Ye Wuyuan and...Ye Qingqing!
Ye Qingqing was lying on the bed with a sweet smile, letting Ye Wuyin kiss, caress, and bewilder her body. Ye Wuqi saw Ye Qingqing looking at him. There was no unwillingness to be humiliated in her eyes. On the contrary, she became
Passive to active...
"impossible!"
Ye Wuqi held his chest and took a big step back!
impossible!
Qing'er would never treat him like this!
He believes in Qing'er!
Before Ye Wuqi could calm down, the scene in front of him made him even more heartbroken.
He saw Ye Wuyuan holding a sharp lancet and handing it to Ye Qingqing, and he smiled evilly in the direction of Ye Wuqi.
Ye Qingqing also smiled. She took the lancet calmly and slashed it towards her belly...
"No! No! Qing'er! You can't... you can't treat our children like this..."
Ye Wuqi scratched and slapped the wall in front of him crazily. He just wanted to stop her, but unfortunately, he couldn't touch them at all. In front of him, there were only refracted images.
Ye Wuqi didn't dare to look away from the lancet in Qing'er's hand for a moment, the sharp light stung his eyes.
Qing'er, don't...
He looked like a man struggling to his death, watching hopelessly as the shining blade was inserted into Qing'er's stomach.
Her hands were slender and strong, and she pulled down the blade without hesitation. It only took a moment, but it seemed like ten thousand years had passed.
Qing'er's blood dyed her snow-white skin red, and also dyed the entire sight area red.
Ye Wuqi fell into deep despair. How could you do this to their child, Qing'er?
Ye Wuyuan smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to take the meat ball-like thing from Qing'er's hand, and held it up to Ye Wuqi's eyes through the red gauze curtain.
Qing'er, who had healed the wound with magic, smiled affectionately at Ye Wuyuan without even looking at their child.
Ye Wuqi took several steps back.
He covered his painful chest, his throat felt fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The image on the wall quickly faded, leaving only Ye Wuxi's mouthful of blood on the white wall.