Wen Jin felt as if a cone had been stabbed in her heart. The pain was so painful that she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. When she took a breath, she realized that she had been suffocated just now.
He called her a bastard that no one wanted, and also called Chang Lin a bastard that no one wanted.
She felt really uncomfortable.
I wish he and she could share the joy of pregnancy, the joy of becoming parents, and prepare some children's clothes and quilts together.
After all, she had loved her before, and was such a close lover. In the past, everyone despised her, but he regarded her as a treasure.
She is not as good as Xue Ning, who is favored by Xue Xiang, and has a grandfather who holds military power. She is not as good as Miss Duanmu, who is the daughter of the national counselor and a saint of Guangli who can pray for blessings and rain for the country. The world has a kind of deep-rooted worship for the saint. Duanmu
The eldest daughter in the family is a saint.
All she has is this thin body and the heart that loves him. Now he is strong and no longer the weak child in the cold palace who needs her help. If she can no longer add to the cake, he will become a burden.
It turned out that in his heart she was just an unwanted bastard.
He spoke so harshly and without any room for mercy, which caused a huge impact and hurt to her heart.
"Yes, slave... I understand." She did not dare to continue the conversation with him, for fear of getting even more fatal humiliation.
"Just understand!" Fu Jingheng was furious just now, and he actually regretted what he said to slander her. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, but he couldn't help being soft-hearted towards the spies.
The atmosphere was stagnant.
Wen Jin turned away his face, raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, and then relied on his pathetic strength to heal himself. If he didn't have the good fortune to have someone to make him happy, he should heal himself. Don't fall down because of feelings.
, she still had younger brothers and sisters to take care of. Thinking of this, she turned around and walked aside.
Lately, she always turned away from him sadly, always feeling desolate that she was finally gone.
Maybe one day she will pack up her bags and leave completely.
But she was always afraid that that day would come too soon. She was also hoping that he would suddenly be nice to her again. Can she afford it or let it go? Seventeen years, accounting for 90% of her life, were all related to him. She needed
After taking some time to accept it, it has nothing to do with him anymore.
Fu Jingheng's eyebrows narrowed, and when he saw her turning around, a trace of panic briefly disappeared in his eyes. Her sad but neither humble nor arrogant look shocked him slightly, and he subconsciously pulled her sleeves, "Where are you going?"
"Go and get you some tea."
He looked tired and needed a sip of tea to rest.
Wen Jin's voice contained some unconcealable cry of grievance, and the tail end had a natural tenderness and strength.
Fu Jingheng's heart suddenly softened. He had just humiliated her like that, and yet she still cared about whether he was thirsty or not. It was undeniable that this spy's tenderness made him quite dependent and intolerable.
She must have acted out the drama in her bones. What information about me did she exchange with Jiang in this secret meeting? How did they secretly plan to get rid of me?
She is pregnant. Wenguang plans to use the beauty trick to kill me just like he did to his father, and use the child in her belly as a puppet to continue to control the imperial power? Wenguang's usual trick is that he was once Wenguang's puppet, saying he was the regent.
Assist, but actually control the court!
Fu Jingheng loosened her sleeves coldly.
He won't let a bastard be born!
"Don't be angry. You've been checking the public sentiment for a day. You must be exhausted from the busy schedule. I won't bother you by saying anything. You must take care and don't suffer from headaches again. I carry your usual headache medicine with me.
If you have a headache, just tell me."
Wen Jin poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, thinking that she would avoid him in the future. Even in the dragon's bed, she would not deliberately appear in front of his eyes to make him feel disgusted.