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You and your uncle both didn't expect that the person who ascended to the throne wasn't the crown prince, but for him! I was stupid, I didn't listen to my mother's advice, and I actually agreed to it. As soon as you entered the palace, you immediately used to gain access to the Emperor so you could seduce him into having a child of a dragon, from a palace maid to a talented person. As your uncle's power grew day by day, you also became the imperial concubine.

Now you still want to put me to death? Are you afraid that I will take back what belongs to me?!

"Emperor … Emperor, chenqie, chenqie's heart doesn't feel good. It feels so uncomfortable, Emperor"…" Lian Shiya suddenly panted rapidly. Her delicate, jade-like hands covered her chest as she painfully leaned against Feng Qianyue's chest, her face pale.

Feng Qianyue hurriedly supported her and tightly embraced her as he cruelly ordered, "Immediately remove the baby from the Lian Ruyue's abdomen and use it as a medicinal catalyst for Imperial Concubine!"

What?

Lian Ru Yue abruptly raised her head and looked at Feng Qianyue with a terrified expression; she didn't dare believe the words that came out of his mouth.

A year ago, Lian Shiya suddenly suffered from chest pains which flared up all the time, and every time it flared up, the pain was unbearable. Feng Qian had searched everywhere for a famous doctor for her, but she could not recover.

Later, they found a strange man outside the palace. He said that the angina was not caused by the body, but by an evil curse that required the blood of the person who cast the curse to be used as a medicinal catalyst. She had to take it for seven consecutive days before it could be cured.

She had once advised Feng Qianyue not to believe the nonsense of that Warlock. If he used his own child's blood, it would be too cruel.

No matter what, she would never have thought that the infant that would suffer in the end was the child within the womb of Empress Zhou.

"No, no." Lian Ruyue struggled with all her might, but how could a weak girl with a cold body like hers be a match for a group of guards with blades?

"Can't? "Since you've cursed Imperial Concubine to endure the pain of her heart, it makes sense that I have to take your fetus to treat her illness." Feng Qianyue's tone was calm and unhurried, his tone was like the ice in winter, cold and merciless.

Lian Ru Yue cried and begged, "Feng Qianyue, you must know that the thing in this stomach is your own flesh and blood, my dear son. Are you really not afraid of thunder striking the heavens? "

Feng Qianyue's eyes were slightly startled when he heard this. That's right, it's his son.

"Your majesty, this servant found this again." At this moment, the eunuch suddenly pulled out a bag from behind Lian Ru Yue's bed. Opening it, he found a letter and a pair of man's shoes inside.

"Read it!" Feng Qianyue ordered.

"Yes." The eunuch opened the letter and read in a shrill voice, "I wish to become acquainted with Qing Qing and live a long life without end. Mausoleum without mountains, exhausted rivers, shaken winter lightning, summer rain and snow, the combination of the heavens and the earth, do you dare to be together with Jun Jue! "

While reading, the eunuch's expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qianyue asked coldly.

The eunuch hesitated. "To, to your majesty, this letter is …" It was written by the Ninth Prince to the empress. It's written with his personal letter seal, dated last year's Lantern Festival. "

Lian Shiya's eyes widened, and her face flushed red as she scolded, "Big Sister, you, how could you betray the Emperor!?" Your father was afraid that you would die and remain in the capital, so he left you in the city and lied about your illness. It was because of my aunt and I that you were able to obtain the favor of the prime minister. "I didn't expect you to be the emperor's woman now, but you still can't get rid of this problem. You're the direct daughter of the palace, yet you've repeatedly shamed our family. You really shouldn't …"

When Feng Qian heard this, his expression became even uglier.

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