Murong Xiang raised his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, but Yi Ling'er still kept her eyes open, and her eyes didn't move.

How so?

"I think Ling'er is still sick, I want you to rest."

Murong Xiang tried hard to suppress the emotion in his heart, his voice was the same as usual, if you listened carefully, you would find that his voice was trembling.

"Okay, then I'll sleep."

Murong Xiang waited for her breathing to stabilize, and then opened the door and went out in a flash, unable to hide the inferior qi on her body.

"Uh, Wang...... The prince ......"

Zhuang Rou felt that her neck was choked in her sleep, and the strong feeling of suffocation made her open her eyes and see that it was Murong Xiang, whose originally handsome face was like a rakshasa from hell at the moment.

Zhuang Rou used all her strength to break the hand that was pinching her, "You...... No, it can't...... Kill ......"

Zhuang Rou struggled to spit out a few words from her mouth, that "I"

She couldn't say anything, her consciousness became more and more unclear, her eyes were scattered, and her limbs gradually lost the strength to resist, except for her neck was pinched and left the bed, and the whole person was slumped on the bed.

"I have a way to make your life worse than death, come on!"

Murong Xiang won't kill her, it will only make her more uncomfortable than death, doesn't she just want a child!

"Lord Wang."

Kneeling down was the lowliest family member in the house, and he was the worst in shape and face.

"Go ahead."

Murong Xiang gestured to him, and tilted his head slightly in the direction of the bed.

"This ......"

He naturally knows his own conditions, and he is afraid that no woman is willing to follow him, let alone the woman of his own master, and he is so beautiful as a flower.

He couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, but he was afraid that the prince was just a momentary anger, and he was afraid that he would kill himself later, after all, he brought him a green hat!

Murong Xiang didn't speak, frowning to show that he was angry.

"The prince forgives the sin, the prince forgives the sin, and the little one knows that he is wrong."

That family member saw Murong Xiang's already ugly face, and now it became even more ugly.

Frightened, he knelt down and kowtowed, but there were joys and doubts in his heart.

Xinxi was naturally sure that this woman was her own, but she wondered how the concubine had offended the prince and had to suffer such a crime.

"Until she gets pregnant."

After Murong Xiang finished speaking, he left, but the family member was shocked by his words and half died, letting the side concubine conceive his child?

It's also too ...... Zhuang Rou, who had been lying on the bed, gradually became conscious when she was let go by Murong Xiang, but because of the pain in her throat and chest, as well as the soreness in her limbs, she couldn't move at all.

But the conversation between Murong Xiang and the two, she heard it clearly, and she wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself angrily, but she didn't have the strength at all.

And she can't die, if she dies, Murong Xiang will definitely find a reason for her to press and bury her, so that the only person Daddy can rely on is Murong Xiang, so it can only be cheaper Murong Xiang.

She won't let him get better!

She didn't even have the strength to clench her hands, as if she could only watch an ugly and lowly person approach her now, and she couldn't even resist.

One day, she will let Murong Xiang and them die a good death!

Although Murong Xiang had been guarding Yi Ling'er all day, after his mind gradually stabilized, he felt that something was wrong, and this matter must have been premeditated.

That person can only be the one who benefits the most!

He sent someone to stay in her courtyard early in the morning, and naturally he already knew about Murong Duan's visit.

Because of this, he knew that he must not have touched Zhuang Rou, otherwise she would not have been in such a hurry to risk finding Murong Duan.

However, his fifth brother is really good, which makes him very pleased.

For a person like Zhuang Rou, death is too cheap for her, and he knows that even if it is like this, she is reluctant to die!

How can this kind of woman know what shame is!

But what if she were to let someone like herself, who thought she was noble, conceive such a lowly child?