Was she going to say that Jun Xiqing killed their child with her own hands?
Lu Yeming's deep almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Mu Yanyan's delicate face and slowly pulled the trigger.
"Brother Yeming, you …" Mu Yanyan had never imagined that Brother Yeming would one day lay his hands on her. She didn't believe it, she really didn't believe it.
At this moment, she heard a melodious voice. "I don't want to see blood today. Let her stay for two more days."
Jun Xiqing spoke.
Mu Yanyan felt the cold muzzle of the gun slowly withdraw from her forehead. Lu Yeming put the gun away.
"Take her away first."
"Yes." Fan Men took Mu Yanyan away.
Before Mu Yanyan left, she looked at Jun Xiqing. Jun Xiqing's cold gaze also landed on her face. She saw Jun Xiqing's red lips curl up slightly.
Mu Yanyan's limbs went cold. Why was Jun Xiqing pleading on her behalf? What was she planning?
Mu Yanyan recalled what Jun Xiqing had said at the staircase — - The game has just begun. None of you should even think about escaping.
…
Jun Xiqing had started her confinement period and she lay in bed the entire day. She was quiet most of the time, but her hand was still tightly gripping the little bell on the red string, never letting go.
At night, she closed her eyes and slept.
At this moment, the room door opened and someone walked in.
Jun Xiqing's long lashes fluttered, but she didn't open her eyes.
The side of the bed caved in. Someone had crawled under her blanket and a warm, muscular chest pressed against her from behind.
Lu Yeming hugged her, his large palm moving in front of her, placing it on her flat stomach.
Just like last night, his large palm caressed her stomach gently, as if the baby was still in her stomach.
Jun Xiqing moved, wanting to break free from him. "I'm in confinement."
Lu Yeming gently kissed her silky hair, whispering into her ear, "I have something to do during the day, so I can only let the maids take care of you. When I come back at night, I can accompany you more. If you need to pee at night, just call me and I'll carry you there. I'll take care of your body."
Jun Xiqing's face was as fair as jade. "If you really wanted to take care of my body, you wouldn't have insisted on sleeping with me during my confinement period."
"I won't touch you."
"When I was pregnant, Mu Yanyan saw you sleeping with me and scolded me for being shameless. Now that I'm in my confinement period, you're still sleeping with me. The maids outside all have eyes. Of course you're fine. Those maids blush and their hearts race when they see you. They only talk about me behind my back."
Lu Yeming kissed her face gently and got up. "I'll sleep on the sofa then."
…
Lu Yeming left the room and entered the study.
He was sitting in an office chair. Instead of working, he was holding a knife and carving a porcelain doll.
Fan Men walked in and called out in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's already so late. You should rest early."
Lu Yeming lowered his handsome face and focused on the work at hand. His fringe covered his eyes and the faint yellow light from the lamp cast a golden glow over his body.
His saber suddenly tilted, and the tip of the saber quickly drew a line of blood on his fingertips.
"Your Highness, you're injured!" Fan Men exclaimed.
Lu Yeming didn't show any emotion. He didn't even frown. He said impassively, "Fan Men, don't you think I've gone overboard?"
Fan Men shook his head. "Your Highness, why didn't you tell Miss Jun what happened 26 years ago?"
"26 years ago, it was Jiu You who went back on his word and started the war. When Yuan Ming carried Your Highness out of the palace, Jiu You's ancestors took the opportunity to poison Your Highness. They wanted to poison Your Highness to death, but because the dosage wasn't high enough, they only managed to poison Your Highness's throat!
"Jiu You and Country A have always been in a deadlock. Your Highness had already started the plot six years ago. The Divine Beast of Jiu You, the Son of Jiu You, Dongfang Yu, and … the Holy Lady of Jiu You, Jun Xiqing, were all part of Your Highness's plans. As a high ranking political figure, Your Highness is meticulous and meticulous. Every step you took was executed without the slightest mistake.
Lu Yeming looked at the blood flowing from his fingertips and curved his thin lips. "I didn't tell her about what happened 26 years ago. That was the best arrangement I could make for her. As a politician with power, ambition and desire, I don't think I could change every decision I made for her. Dongfang Yu and Bai Ling are too dangerous. If I don't take their lives today, they will take mine in the future. By then, will she cry for me?
"I think I still like her very much. I told Si Nan that I would spend a lot of time looking for the next Jun Xiqing. But when I smelled the fragrance on Mu Yanyan that was different from hers, I understood that there was only one Jun Xiqing in this world. I wanted to keep her by my side. She was no longer the Holy Lady of Jiu You, but my woman.
"I knew that I had forced Dongfang Yu to sacrifice himself and caused her to miss the opportunity to awaken Bai Ling. She already hated me, but our political standpoints were different. I didn't think that I had done anything wrong. So when I found out that she was pregnant with my child, I was so happy.
"I thought that after so long, I finally had something that belonged to me. Both mother and son truly belonged to me.
"But I still couldn't protect her. She hated me so much that she didn't hesitate to … kill our child with her own hands …"
Fan Men's expression changed. "Your Highness!"
Lu Yeming pressed his palm against his chest. His thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile. "I know that she wanted me to feel pain. She wanted me to feel pain. Congratulations, she got what she wanted."
He clenched his fist and hammered it against his chest. "This place feels like it's been sliced open by a knife. Our son is gone and she's gone far away. Both mother and son have emptied this place of mine."
…
Late at night, Jun Xiqing was still in a daze. At this moment, her hand felt cold. Something had been stuffed into it.
Her long lashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.
There was a tiny porcelain figurine in her palm. The three figurines were holding hands, and in the middle of them was a tiny baby.
The porcelain figurine wasn't very exquisite. He had carved it bit by bit. It was his first time making it and he didn't have much experience. It was a tiny boy who looked so much like Jun Xiqing.
This was the son he had imagined.
His son resembled her.
"This is for you. You must always wear it."
A large hand caressed her silky hair, gently stroking it. Bending down, he kissed her forehead. "Goodnight."
Turning around, he walked to the sofa and lay down.
Jun Xiqing looked at the porcelain figurine in her hands. Her hand under the blanket moved up slowly, landing on her flat stomach. She rubbed it twice gently. Her baby …
Two more babies first.
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