Leng Xiao didn't say anything and went out with the baby in her arms. Aunt Zhu wanted to follow, but Leng Xiao didn't allow her to follow and asked her to go back and have a good rest. Aunt Zhu was working very hard these days.
With the memory of the original owner, she came to Zhanyue Residence where Yiwang Nangong Yitian lived.
There were people coming in and out of the door, and when they heard Princess Qing's voice, Princess Qing was actually sent back to Zhanyueju.
"Ayi, I really didn't expect that she would hurt me. I took a look at that child. He looks exactly like Fang Mo. He is a bastard. You'd better order the disposal quickly, lest anyone see you and your reputation will be ruined. .”
"Master Wei!" A low and lazy voice sounded, "Kill Mrs. Leng and bury the body alive. Announce to the public that the princess gave birth to a son half a month ago. After a blood test, it was confirmed that he is of my blood. The rest He told everyone in the house to shut up, and anyone who said more would be killed with a stick!"
A word of killing with a stick was so light, as if human life was as trivial in his eyes.
Princess Qing was anxious, "Ayi, you can't keep that child, he will become your laughing stock."
"It doesn't matter!" The voice seemed lazier, with a casual indifference.
"You can't do this to yourself and wrong yourself." Princess Qing's voice was choked with sobs.
"I'm a useless person, what's the grievance?"
Leng Xiao hugged the child and strode in. When he reached the corridor, the guards hurriedly stopped him. Leng Xiao said coldly: "I want to see Nangong Yitian!"
Leng Xiao's cold voice came in, and Princess Qing was so anxious that she wanted to go to the ground, "Stop her and kill her!"
Master Wei, the retainer of the royal family, came out and saw Leng Xiao coming with the child in his arms. The child was in swaddling clothes and his face could not be seen. He frowned, "The princess just gave birth to the child, why did she come out to see the wind? Go back quickly. .”
Leng Xiao slowly climbed up the stone steps, "Do you want to go back and wait to die?"
"Why did the princess say this?" Lord Wei was startled.
"I heard you. Nangong Yitian said that he wanted to leave his mother to have a child. It's not that cheap. I lost half my life to help him give birth to a child, but he wants to kill me? I want to ask him, he If your legs are disabled, have you lost your conscience?"
"Bold!" Mr. Wei suddenly changed his face and rebuked coldly, "Go back quickly, don't stop pretending to be crazy here!"
Leng Xiao took another step forward, "I must see him today. His legs are disabled and he can't walk, so I have to find him."
"You..." Master Wei heard her say repeatedly that the prince's legs were disabled, and he was so angry that he reached out to grab her and drag her away.
"Let her in!" A cold and bloodthirsty voice came from inside, as if it was carrying murderous intent and coming toward her face.
Lord Wei withdrew his hand and lowered his eyebrows, "The princess is seeking death."
Leng Xiao ignored him and strode in with the baby in her arms.
Stepping into the main hall, I met a pair of cold and sinister eyes.
It was a face that almost took one's breath away. It was handsome and evil. There seemed to be a layer of murderous intent on the wheat-colored skin. The long hair was half pulled up, and the other shoulders were drooped wildly. On the brocade clothes, the black brocade clothes were embroidered with the prince's specifications. There is a pattern of four dragons spitting beads, and there is a wound on his ear, which spreads to his neck. The wound does not look ferocious at all, but it adds a sinister look to him for no reason.
"You still dare to come? Throw me out!" Princess Qing was half lying on the imperial concubine's couch, her broken hand bandaged, and she said urgently.
Leng Xiao glanced at her coldly, "Shut up, bitch!"
"You dare to call me a bitch? You don't want your life!" Princess Qing was furious.
Leng Xiao ignored her and walked up to Nangong Yitian, turning a blind eye to the cold and cruel look in his eyes. She only glanced at his legs. The clothes on his legs were flowing smoothly, which made people feel that his legs were slender even when he was sitting.
