Chapter 369 I just want Mu Yin’s baby to be stillborn

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was extremely solemn.

Yin Luzhu was pressed down and knelt in front of the hall. Her hair was messy and there were still slap marks on her face that had not faded.

The red mark reflected on her face was extremely eye-catching.

Miao Yin's weak cries came intermittently from inside, making the Southern Xinjiang King's face become increasingly gloomy.

He stared fiercely at Yin Luzhu, who was kneeling not far away, "Tell me, who sent you, and why did you plot to kill Mu Yin and my king's heir?"

Yin Luzhu knelt there quietly without saying a word.

With a look from the King of Southern Xinjiang, Aunt Chun brought over a red-hot soldering iron.

Shaking it slightly in front of her eyes, she threatened: "You'd better do it earlier, so as not to suffer physical pain."

Yin Luzhu remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Chun also lost her patience, and she burned the iron in her hand towards Yin Luzhu's chest.

As soon as Gu Tingyue entered the door, she saw this scene.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and without any time to think, he rushed towards Yin Luzhu.

"Um!"

A muffled groan accompanied the sound of flesh being burned. Gu Tingyue gritted her teeth and swallowed back the broken moan.

The King of Southern Xinjiang suddenly stood up, his expression unreadable.

Aunt Chun was startled and quickly retracted the soldering iron in her hand. She knelt down in fear, "Prince, old slave, I didn't know that the prince would suddenly be like this...Old slave..."

The King of Nanjiang ignored her and just ordered: "Call the doctor quickly!"

"No need." Gu Tingyue's dull voice sounded with a hint of weakness, and he slowly let go of Yin Luzhu.

Their eyes met, and he gave her a comforting look before looking at the King of Southern Xinjiang.

"Father, I believe that this matter was not done by Wan Niang. She has a kind heart and would never do such evil things. The fact that Concubine Mu Yin is pregnant is..."

"I did it."

Before Gu Tingyue could finish speaking, Yin Luzhu's cold voice suddenly sounded.

He was startled and looked at Yin Luzhu in astonishment, "Miss Yin..."

Yin Luzhu slowly raised her eyes, and she looked directly at the King of Nanjiang in front of her, whose face was livid, and he wished he could get rid of her and then hurry up, "I did it."

"The eldest son of Southern Xinjiang is still Gu Tingyue. He is still alive and not dead yet, but everyone knows that Concubine Mu Yin is carrying the future eldest son of Southern Xinjiang!"

"That's all for others, but the prince is the biological father of the prince. He respects you and hopes that you will show any concern. However, the prince not only does not show it, but also acquiesces to all this."

"Your Majesty has not considered the prince's feelings at all. Everyone regards him as a dying person. They can despise and trample him at will, but I can't!"

"I just want Mu Yin's child to be stillborn, and I want everyone in Southern Xinjiang to know that there is only one heir apparent in Southern Xinjiang, and that is Gu Tingyue!"

Each word of Yin Luzhu's poems is magnificent.

Duan Feng, who was chasing after him, was also stunned.

Gu Tingyue stared blankly at Yin Luzhu beside him. He felt that his throat was tight and his eyes were sore. He couldn't hold back the tears and suddenly fell down.

He had many grievances and unwillingness, but he thought that these could all be overcome and he just had to endure them.

But when someone was so considerate of him and complained about him, why couldn't he help it?

He reached out and gently took Yin Luzhu into his arms.

He leaned against her neck, letting his tears wet her neck, and he cried until he couldn't stop crying.

The King of Southern Xinjiang suddenly fell silent.