"King Yun, did Princess Yun really pass away because of dystocia? Is Yang Jingyue really mentally incomplete because of premature birth? Princess Yun, she ......?"

"Stop, you stop me!" Before Zhuang Mengdie's words could be finished, he was interrupted by King Yun's angry roar, his eyes were red, and he roared hoarsely at Zhuang Mengdie.

"Yang Jingyue is not the child of you and Princess Yun, it was you who killed Princess Yun, and you will not marry a wife and concubine since Princess Yun's death, it is not because of your dedication to Princess Yun, but to cover up your incompetence!"

Seeing that King Yun, who was very deep in the city, was so abnormal, Zhuang Mengdie knew that her guesses were correct, how could she let King Yun go, knowing that King Yun was difficult to face and didn't want to listen, the more she wanted to say.

Of course, in exchange for a whip that fell on his body like a shower, Zhuang Mengdie snorted and dodged, the angry King Yun frantically waved the whip frequently, he had completely lost his mind, the big red festive quilt, the light gauze curtain, were destroyed by his whip, Zhuang Mengdie's body was covered with blood, but her eyes still flashed with contempt.

It seemed that Zhuang Mengdie was beaten all over his body so that he couldn't let King Yun relieve the hatred in his heart, he suddenly struck out a palm, and when this palm was made, he seemed to wake up again, and hurriedly withdrew his internal force, but at the last moment, it was too late to withdraw it all, and his palm finally fell on Zhuang Mengdie's body with a layer of internal force.

Zhuang Mengdie, who was covered in bruises, naturally couldn't avoid this palm, she puffed out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and fell on the messy dragon bed and fainted.

King Yun finally threw down the whip in his hand, staggered two steps and fell to the floor, his heart as if he was being kneaded wantonly by a pair of invisible hands, and finally tore open the wound that he thought had been healed by time.

It was as if he had returned to that night, when the night was stormy, the lightning was thundering, and his princess gave birth to a baby boy, and he, tearfully, ended her life with his own hands......

Zhuang Mengdie said that his devotion to her was to hide his incompetence, but in fact, it was not all, he did love her and regarded her as his own. However, he couldn't give her what she wanted, and she eventually betrayed him.

The moment he learned that she had betrayed him, he wanted her to die immediately, but he couldn't give up his heart after all, and he told himself that if nothing happened, he would owe her.

However, she was pregnant with someone else's child, and several times, he had ordered the abortion pill to be put into her meal, but when she was about to touch the dish, he could not bear it, and found an excuse to remove it.

He didn't want to lose her, even though he knew that one day he would lose it completely, but he also wanted to deceive himself so that he could live one day at a time.

In this way, he spent his time in torment and torture until she gave birth...... He was stung by that gaze when he saw her looking at the newborn baby boy with infinite affection, and he had never seen her look at him with such eyes.

At this moment, he finally had to admit that she had never loved him, she loved the baby boy, and she loved the father of the baby boy, and she looked at the baby boy with affectionate eyes, just as she had looked at her most beloved person.

He knew that the reason why she looked at the baby boy with such affectionate eyes was because she looked at the baby boy as if she saw the person who had occupied her whole heart again. balance

He had never been so angry, he had never been so desperate, and it was not until that moment that he had to admit it, and he had to face it, and she had never had such a cruel fact as him in her heart.

She didn't have him in her heart, it had nothing to do with his hidden illness, but, no matter what, she never loved him at all. He could force her into the palace, but he couldn't force her to fall in love with him.

All the affection, all the dedication, from beginning to end is just a joke of his own.

He could forcibly keep her by his side, but he couldn't get her heart, he couldn't get it before, and he couldn't get it in the future, even forever. He finally stopped deceiving himself, and finally made up his mind to end her life and let himself go.

With trembling hands, he plunged the dagger into her heart, and he burst into tears, but he did not regret it. And she, rarely, showed the only sincere smile to him, she only said one word, begging him to let the child live.

He stroked her cheek and nodded solemnly, and when he looked at her eyes and remembered the promise to let the child live, he realized that the child had been taken away by the steward.

Zhang Jiu, the steward of King Yun's Mansion, has followed King Yun for many years, and he is quite popular with King Yun and is deeply respected. He had long been angry with the woman who didn't know what to do to betray King Yun, and when he saw that King Yun finally made up his mind to cut off the bonds, he had already taken the baby boy out, wanting to find a place to solve this wild seed for King Yun.

When King Yun arrived, the baby boy was already crying hoarse in the wind and rain, King Yun kept his promise to bring the baby boy back to King Yun's mansion, the baby boy had a high fever and did not go away, King Yun's doctors asserted that the child would not survive, but three days later, the baby boy miraculously lost his fever, but because of this catastrophe, he fell ill.

That baby boy is Yang Jingyue, my heart is happy, but it is not the scenery that can keep Qing.

King Yun didn't know whether it was out of guilt or out of his inseparable love for Ye Wenqing, he named the baby boy Yang Jingyue and loved him as his own.

King Yun indulged in the pain of the past, he didn't know how long Zhuang Mengdie had fainted, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting on the cold floor.

When the wedding candle in the dormitory dropped the last drop of bright red tears, and the wind and snow outside finally stopped, the hurried but cautious footsteps of the palace maid approached, and through the heavy bead curtains, the voice came in: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to the morning court." ”

In the voice of the palace maid inviting Zhuang Mengdie to go to the morning court, King Yun finally retracted his thoughts, he glanced at Zhuang Mengdie, who was covered in blood and still unconscious, stood up, straightened his appearance, and walked out slowly.

Her Majesty's entire dormitory was replaced by King Yun's own person, and the palace maid would naturally not be surprised to see King Yun walk out. King Yun ordered the palace maid to ask the imperial doctor to come and treat Zhuang Mengdie, and he himself left straight away, and went to the side hall to change the court clothes that had been prepared for the early dynasty.

Several palace maids who came to serve saw Zhuang Mengdie unconscious with scars, but they didn't dare to show anything unusual on their faces, they hung their heads and silently cleaned up.

The two imperial doctors who rushed over, who were also the doctors brought by King Yun from King Yun's mansion, did not show the slightest sympathy for the whip wounds on Zhuang Mengdie's body.