C218 Death of Concealment(1)

Duanmu Jue's eyes were glued to Murong Nichang's body. Her face was covered with sweat, and her face was ashen, but the corner of her mouth was smiling a little. From the start, Duanmu Jue had been looking at the little princess for a long time, but now, he was relieved a lot and ran to the bedside. Before he could grab Murong Nichang's hand, he heard the midwife yell in fright