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Luo Shang's indifferent and elegant eyes suddenly lost their original tranquility. She was stunned still, and looked at the medicine in her hand without saying a single word.

After a long while, he said, "No."

Lo Ke's death caused her to never be able to forgive that man. In the days that he stayed by his side, the shadows of his deceased relatives would continuously move back and forth in her memories, reminding her that he was the one who killed Luo Family. If she continued to tangle with him, he would only be the unfaithful and unfilial sinner.

After hearing her heavy words, the Xiao Zhu silently drooped his head.

The days of late autumn was simply too desolate. In the past two days, Leng Shaoyu would come by the Phoenix-resting Chamber to look at her from time to time, but the majority of the time, he would only stay for a little while.

Three days later, in the kitchen.

Xiao Zhu was still the same as usual. She woke up early to make medicine, then hurriedly packed up the things in the kitchen.

She had just crossed the high threshold when the shadow of a person loomed up behind the red lacquered columns. The man watched as Xiao Zhu left, and quickly entered the kitchen with a strange look in his eyes.

Inside the Meditation Hall, the autumn wind blew through the quiet and deep room window, yet the golden roof tiles seemed dry and ice-cold under the setting sun.

In the room, Situ Jingyu held hot tea in her hands as she sat under the peacock's golden tent, leisurely and elegantly sipping the light fragrance. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and her thick makeup on her face lit up.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, decorated with the South Sea lily-white pearl hairpin and the dazzling golden hairpin. The blood-red pearl in her earlobes was swaying back and forth from her movements, and just by looking at her makeup, one could tell that she was not only handsome, but also a gentle and elegant rich girl.

However, no one knew what sort of vicious heart was hidden behind this pretty face.

The maidservants behind her carefully massaged her back. The two maidservants kneeled at her feet and kneaded her legs in a neither light nor cautious manner. The woman was very pleased with herself as she carried a cup of hot tea and blew gently.

It was Ye Zhen.

Patting the dust off his sleeves, Ye Zhen walked over to her, looked at the servant who was kneeling on the ground, turned his gaze, and said: "This servant has gone over, and indeed saw Phoenix-resting Chamber that girl, she …."

"I'll only listen to the results."

Situ Jingyu interrupted her words, raising her long and slender fingers and holding up the teacup in her hand to examine it closely. Her lips curled up into a mocking smile, as she stared at the teacup.

Ye Zhen took in a light breath of cool air. With this inhalation, she felt as if cold air entering straight from her intestines into her stomach.

Seeing the woman's calm and confident expression, Ye Zhen pursed her lips. There's just a little more soup in the kitchen. "

The smile on the woman's face became more and more obvious as she sneered mockingly. Her eyes were filled with disdain as she smeared the cup in her hand.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen said. "Your servant has also discovered this …" With that, Ye Zhen took out a bag of yellow paper from her sleeves.

She walked in front of Situ Jingyu and slowly opened it up. A thick smell of medicinal herbs immediately assaulted her nose. "I've asked Gu Lang about it. He said that there are Angelica sinensis, Paeoniae, Coptis chinensis, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, and other herbs among them. They are all …"

Ye Zhen did not finish her sentence. Because she had already noticed that the corner of the woman's lips had slowly stiffened, even the two beauties that hung on them had instantly turned ice-cold. The light in her eyes was tightly locked onto the cup in her hands, as if she had stopped breathing.

The servants on both sides seemed to have had a premonition, knowing that a storm was coming. They all lowered their heads in order to avoid disturbing her.

"Princess …" Ye Zhen called out to her, but she did not respond.

Right at this moment …

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

The cup was ruthlessly smashed into the ground by her, immediately shattering into pieces, she kicked away the two servants in front of her, standing up and staring intently at Ye Zhen.

"What did you say?" You mean that woman had her own child? "Is that so?" Her emotions fluctuated too much as she pressed closer to Ye Zhen step by step.

Although she had followed her for many years, Ye Zhen still could not figure it out. She who was afraid of the woman in front of her, stepped back and nodded in fear.

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

Situ Jingyu slapped her across the face, directly pushing her down to the ground and glared at her fiercely from above.

"You have quite the guts to spout nonsense in front of me? You think I won't kill you? "

Situ Jingyu's face was pale white, like an evil spirit that crawled out of hell. Her eyes turned green, and her sinister face faced towards Ye Zhen who was at her feet.

She gnashed her teeth and tightly clenched her fists. Her entire body could not help but tremble, and her expression of anger could be seen on her face.

Ye Zhen hurriedly climbed up from the ground and knelt at the woman's feet. She held tightly onto the woman's beautiful skirt and cried: "Princess, Princess, Ye Zhen doesn't dare to speak nonsense, how dare she joke about such a thing. Even if I had the guts, I wouldn't dare to do it."

Ye Zhen had followed her for over 10 years, and even if she did not say anything to him, like she said, with her courage, she would not dare to lie. But Situ Jingyu didn't dare admit it. That was why she was so angry at Ye Zhen.

Ever since Luo Shang came back, she had already ordered people to pay attention to her every movement and movement. That day, in the courtyard, Luo Shang sat by herself under a tree and gently caressed her stomach with half of her eyes, gently. That was the deep affection a mother had for her child, and from that moment onwards, Situ Jingyu had already suspected it.

"Impossible, impossible …" How could she … "How could she be pregnant?"

"No way, how can that bitch match up to his child?"

"I won't …" Situ Jingyu shook her head nervously.

Her lips, body trembling from head to toe, she squatted on the ground, her fists hitting the ground hard, until it started bleeding again. She never thought that Luo Shang would become pregnant, her original plan was already flawless, she only waited for the wind to blow, yet that woman's evil spirit had come.

Seeing her suffering, and venting her anger at him, Ye Zhen crawled over on her knees in pain, hugging her body, not letting her harm him.

"Princess, Princess, don't be like this. Even if she is pregnant, so what? We still have a way. Your servant begs you, please don't harm yourself." Ye Zhen's face was filled with tears as she begged.

Situ Jingyu cried incessantly, she raised her head and looked at Ye Zhen, her eyes hiding something, tightly grabbing onto Ye Zhen's hand, she spoke incoherently: "Right, there's still a way, there's still a way, she cannot have her child, definitely not, the Prince is mine, he is mine, he can only be mine."

"Kill Luo Shang, you must kill her, kill her..." Situ Jingyu stared at Ye Zhen, her heart aching from the grievance and misery of her gaze.

If the master suffered, it meant that it was useless to be a servant. Zhuo Jin could sacrifice everything for Luo Shang, and even her own life.

She could, too.

"Ye Zhen nodded strongly and spoke firmly. "Princess, don't worry. She will definitely die. She will definitely die."