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After a long time, his lips parted.

Qiao Qiao was still frozen in place with a blank expression on his face, breathing heavily from his mouth.

"Ran, I know that nothing I say can make up for the harm I've done to you. I won't promise you anything, and I won't reflect on anything. I just want to use my future actions to prove that I still love you." Yan Mo Chen tightly clenched Qiao Qiao's hands, his usually calm eyes were actually filled with tears.

Qiao Qiao could not help but remain rooted to the spot. She had known Yan Mo Chen for so many years but had never seen him like this.

"I will never let He You You harm you again." Yan Mo Chen bit his lower lip and said with a cold look in his eyes.

Her hands were tightly clenched in Yan Mo Chen's sweaty palms, causing her to feel a little uncomfortable. She had thought that one day, she would tell Yan Mo Chen the truth, making him regret what he had done to her in the past. However, when he truly understood everything, she did not know how to face him.

Yan Mo Chen's strong hands held onto Qiao Qiao tightly, not daring to let go for even a moment. He looked at Qiao Qiao's gradually fading eyes, the strength in his hands gradually relaxed.

"Yan Mo Chen …" Qiao Qiao continued to speak slowly, following that, his indifferent gaze turned cold. "I don't want to talk to you about this right now, I just want to do my own thing properly."

"Western Bamboo Garden? I will send someone to help you find him. I will definitely not let off the person who dared to plot against you that day! " Yan Mo Chen's sharp eyes swept over him, but Qiao Qiao could not help but laugh.

This fellow was unexpectedly still obsessed with the matter of the Western Bamboo Garden. Currently, what she was going to face was not just a simple matter of the battle between the Garden of Western Bamboo and her concubine.

"Fang Rou is dead. How could there be anyone in this palace who would harm me?" Qiao Qiao pretended to raise her eyebrows lightly and smiled. She wanted to test if Yan Mo Chen really did not suspect Zi Hui or if he did it on purpose.

"That's true. According to my investigation, before Yu Qing Ao died, she was indeed very close to Fang Rou." Yan Mo Chen nodded his head seriously, as if he agreed with Qiao Qiao's words.

Qiao Qiao still frowned coldly. It seemed that Yan Mo Chen did not suspect Zi Hui, but … Then again, if she hadn't accidentally barged into a cave in the forbidden grounds of the Imperial Palace and discovered the secret of the cave, as well as the matter of her fainting that day, she wouldn't have run to the corner of Huijie Palace in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on their conversation. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known that behind Yu Zihui were so many other secrets that she didn't know.

"Yan Mo Chen, why are you hiding your pregnancy from me?" Qiao Qiao did not continue with that sentence, but suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked towards Yan Mo Chen with a reproachful gaze.

"This matter …" Yan Mo Chen lowered his head in a daze with an appearance that was difficult to speak with.

"Why?" Qiao Qiao's expression was still serious as he asked with a heavy tone.

"Because I'm afraid that you won't let this child stay …" Yan Mo Chen lowered his head like a wronged child.

"You don't want to stay?" Joe was still frowning slightly, puzzled.

"The existence of this child heralds an unhappy memory of you and me. I'm afraid that you will not be able to accept the existence of this child …" Yan Mo Chen lifted his head and explained anxiously.

"Heh …" Joe was still sneering. It turned out that he was only concerned with a child from beginning to end.

"Ran Er, are you unhappy?" Yan Mo Chen said anxiously.

"No, it's just that I feel that you have a lot of beauties in the harem. Even without my children, you can have other …"

Without waiting for Qiao Qiao to finish speaking, he saw Yan Mo Chen's entire body was filled with anger, his huge body was pressing towards her, and without any preparation, he staggered for a while, and both of them landed on the bed.

A man, a woman, and their postures were indescribably ambiguous.

"If you speak nonsense again, I will get you pregnant with another one!" Yan Mo Chen threatened.

Seeing Yan Mo Chen want to swallow her down, she kept her mouth shut, afraid that she would anger him with a single word and disrupt the peace and quiet of the baby in her womb.

"That's more like it!" Seeing that Qiao Qiao still had his mouth shut, Yan Mo Chen lovingly stroked her hair that was like ink. Suddenly, his smiling face froze on his face. He then said with a look of vexation, "Ran, there has never been anyone else in my heart …"

Qiao Qiao nodded obediently, as if she didn't want to anger and provoke him.

"From start to finish, you are the only one …" Yan Mo Chen muttered again. Under the dim candlelight, it was not hard to see the redness on his face.

"I have never favoured any of the concubines in the harem."

Yan Mo Chen spoke again. This time, he was so shocked that Qiao Qiao's heart was still trembling.

She had never favoured any of the concubines in the harem, so on the wedding night … How did he get away with it?

"I was the one who taught Hua Bai Ning how to make a human skin mask." Yan Mo Chen lowered his eyes, as if he was trying to explain what he had just said.

Qiao Qiao was once again shocked. She remembered that she had once heard someone say that in the world, there were only three people who could make a real mask. One was the capital's number one young master, Ji Yuan, and the other was the mysterious master that Yu Zihui had spoken of.

It was no wonder that the human skin mask Ji Mingyuan had made when she had infiltrated the Demon Palace could not be hidden from his eyes.

However … Why did he bring up the matter of creating a human skin mask? Could it be that every time he marries his concubine on the night of their wedding night, he …

"That's right, I made them a human skin mask. I found a substitute and got married to them. Otherwise, the old officials from the previous dynasty would not let this matter go so easily."

Yan Mo Chen's eyes were filled with helplessness. When he overthrew Qiao Guo and changed to a new generation, it was simply to anger Qiao Qiao so that he could still appear and speak clearly with him, but he did not expect Qiao Qiao to still not appear. Instead, he said something fierce to make him hate her, and now that he sat at such a high position, he understood more and more about how much he could not control Qiao Qiao.

"Wouldn't you..." Qiao Qiao still raised her eyebrows in shock. Even though she had guessed right, but when she heard Yan Mo Chen's words, she still found it hard to accept it. Wasn't this too unfair for those women?

"I won't, towards those girls that try to take advantage of me and use methods, I will never be soft-hearted. However, if they truly have good intentions, I also have never let anyone sully them …" Yan Mo Chen lowered his head, giving her an explanation.

"Therefore, Yu Ziyi..." Qiao Qiao cautiously probed.

"Never!" Yan Mo Chen shook his head with a serious face, "This way, even if I disperse the harem in the future, they will still have a clean body. We should be able to remarry and not lose our lives."

Qiao Qiao continued to smile secretly. Indeed, to Yan Mo Chen, Zi Hui was still a pure hearted woman, but unfortunately … Soon he would see her face.

Although Fang Rou was already a scapegoat today, how could she let the culprit who wanted to kill her child get away scot-free and live an unbridled life?

Today, she didn't implicate Yu Ziyi because she had more important things to deal with.

For example, it was time to meet this mysterious master who had played with her so many times …

She already knew that the only person who could get Prime Minister Luo to do something for him was the mysterious white-clothed old man who had rescued him from the justice courts at that time. According to what she knew, He Youyou had once said that the person who saved Prime Minister Luo from the justice courts was him as well as the real master of the Demon Palace.

It seemed like this person had been manipulating her from the shadows for a long time, but unfortunately, the two of them had never met.

"Ran Er, you believe in me?" Yan Mo Chen looked at Qiao Qiao's face that still had a smile on it, and a surprised look appeared in his eyes. He shook Qiao Qiao's shoulders, and a hint of happiness appeared in his tone.

Qiao Qiao was still shaken by his actions, but she regained her senses. As she felt the swelling hard object at Yan Mo Chen's waist pressing down on her, her face suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment without saying a word.

"Ran Er, I can't stay here tonight …"

Yan Mo Chen's head gradually lowered, afraid that it would land on top of her chest. Yan Mo Chen, who was already bloated, almost coughed out a nosebleed, but when he remembered that Ran Er was just giving birth and couldn't exercise like that, he reluctantly let go of her hand. His face turned slightly red, and he softly said:

"It's just a night off …"

Qiao Qiao's skin that was still as white as snow was covered in a thick layer of powder. Her brows were lowered, but she opened her mouth to refuse:

"No way!"

"Alright, since you've agreed, I'll stay here tonight!" Yan Mo Chen's face was filled with joy, as if he did not care what Qiao still said. He just continued to lie down on the side of the bed with a rascally expression on his face.

Qiao Qiao still frowned slightly. As expected, this fellow had once again become a scoundrel …

"Since you like sleeping here, I'll go out and sleep on the soft bed." As Qiao Qiao said this, he was about to lift his foot and walk out, but he was held back by Yan Mo Chen's strong and forceful hands.

"Ran Er, I won't touch you. I just want to sleep beside you peacefully." His gaze was sincere and pitiful, but Qiao Qiao could not bear to refuse.

"Alright, then we'll have one night!" Qiao Qiao was still helpless as he made a compromise.

"Alright, just one night!" Yan Mo Chen replied excitedly.

"Don't touch me!" Joe repeated.

"I won't touch you!" Yan Mo Chen promised.

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However, after a while, Qiao Qiao's ragged breathing gradually entered her ears. Her expression turned slightly cold, and her hands lightly clenched into fists. But she inwardly scolded him:

Just now, who was it who had sworn to never touch her!

At that time, one of his hands was around her neck while the other was around her chest. Both of his legs were tightly wrapped around her waist, so there was not even the slightest gap between them. Just who was this rogue guy!