"You're pregnant?" Bai Mowan looked at Xie Ruiyao, the cruelty in her eyes becoming more pronounced.
In her last life.
Her unborn child, up until the moment of death, she didn't know that it was because Xie Ruiyao had drugged her that she suffered a miscarriage; she always believed she had been careless, wielding swords and spears without protecting her child, and she was consumed with self-blame.
The hatred in the depths of Bai Mowan's eyes filled Xie Ruiyao with terror once again.
She shouted, "I am carrying the King of Chu's child, the first grandchild of the Emperor. If you dare do anything to me now, it would be the murder of the imperial lineage, a crime deserving of death!"
Bai Mowan's icy face brimmed with bloodthirst and intent to kill.
She said, "You claim to be pregnant just like that?"
