He didn't want to admit that it was his own problem, so he found someone in advance to find a little boy with excellent qualifications, if the princess gave birth to a boy, forget it, but unfortunately the princess still gave birth to a girl.

"The princess didn't wake up on the way." Duanwang teased the little baby and asked Mama softly.

Mama hung her head and said, "No." ”

However, inside the house, the princess listened to the conversation outside with a pair of cold eyes, and then closed her eyes weakly, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

If it weren't for the damage to her cultivation and the drugging before giving birth, she would definitely not be as weak as she is now, and her child would not have been sent away.

Her child was in the early stages of pregnancy until three months later, when Duanwang knew the gender and started this plan.

The child in the womb was not born in anticipation, but only accompanied her for ten months.

Unfortunately, it has now been dealt with.

Her child died like that.

It was not easy for the monk to get pregnant, and she had not been pregnant for nearly five hundred years since she married into the Duanwang Mansion.

King Duan had more and more concubines, but fortunately, no boy was born.

She finally got pregnant, thinking that it would be okay for both men and women, but after learning that Duanwang had this idea, she didn't want to give birth.

But Duanwang didn't allow her to have an abortion, everyone is not stupid, as soon as she has an abortion, then the child will be a girl.

King Duan does not allow it, with her cultivation, against the people who take care of her, there is basically no chance of winning.

Every day, there are several grandmothers in the house, and she is not allowed to bump and touch it at all.

It was finally only a grandmother who often looked at her, so she couldn't hold back, crying and begging for her grandmother in a low voice.

Let her take a look at her child.

The child who was not born in anticipation has a sad face that cannot be dispersed at the center of the princess's eyebrows.

In the end, the princess still gave the child a name, which was called: "Death." ”

She cried silently as she held her daughter, knowing that the next moment the child would be taken away and disposed of, replaced by a baby boy she did not know to be her child.

The princess took out a blank jade plaque, cut a trace of essence blood, and dripped onto the jade plaque.

The essence and blood on the jade plate continued to swim, and slowly a dead word came out, and she gently pressed the jade plate into the baby's body.

Mama watched all this, but she didn't make a sound, she knew that the princess still had a trace of fantasy, but unfortunately, the prince would not let the little princess live.

Otherwise, once it is exposed, not only the royal family will have opinions, but the family will also be happy to watch jokes.

Ye Yan's consciousness followed the guards to an uninhabited lake.

The guards drew an enchantment and were about to kill the baby and throw it into the lake, when a burst of red light crossed the lake.

Break the guard's barrier.

A good-looking woman appeared, her cultivation was obviously above the guards, the two fought for a while, the guards were invincible, and they watched the little county lord who was snatched away.

The woman in red teased the baby in her arms and was about to kill the guard, but the guard ran away quickly.

The guards didn't dare to appear in the palace with this embarrassed appearance, so they found a place to change into their guard clothes, endured the faint painful scars, and said to King Duan without changing his face: "Lord Wang, it has been dealt with." ”

Duan Wang waved his hand: "Hmm." ”

He didn't care about the smell of blood on the guards, after all, he had just killed a baby, and it was normal to smell a little blood.

Then the guard turned around and prepared to retreat.

Who knows, the next moment, his chest was directly pierced by a sword, he looked at the tip in disbelief, and at the moment of falling, he looked at his master who had been cautious in his words and deeds for hundreds of years.

It's a pity that King Duan just pulled out his sword, threw it aside, took the handkerchief on the side and wiped his hands.

"Handled." His voice was cold.

The dead soldier who had been keeping his head down on the side did not dare to speak, and stepped forward to shake the secret elixir of destroying the corpse on the corpse, and the corpse emitted a sizzling smoke, and after a while, only the blood melted in the rain.

Silent.

(End of chapter)