Today is not yesterday, yellow flowers are thin

Spring is cold and cold, and the bright moon hangs in the sky.

The pavilion deep in the palace.

Song Feili knelt on the ground in embarrassment, pleading with tears all over her face, sitting aside, wearing a rich and brocade robe, an indifferent and noble man, her husband, King Jing Chu Qianchuan.

"My lord, please don't kill my child. This is also your own flesh and blood." She begged tearfully, knocking her head on the ground with a crisp sound. Her already ugly face was even more shocking.

The faces of the servants standing aside moved slightly, but no one dared to intercede for her.

Chu Qianchuan looked indifferent, and said contemptuously: "If you hadn't given this king medicine, how could this king let you, an ugly girl, conceive this king's child? You are not worthy to be the mother of this king's child at all!"

In the end, he ordered in a cold voice: "Give her the medicine."

"Yes." The servant girl took the order, and immediately stepped forward, grabbing Song Feili by herself.

"No, let me go." Song Feili panicked, she kept struggling, using her hands and feet, trying to push them away, "I don't want to drink, don't hurt my child..."

"Princess, let's drink it, so that I can suffer less." The maid who fed her the medicine tried to persuade her with a blank expression, and pinched Song Feili's face, trying to forcefully pour the medicine into her.

She had tried her best not to appear in front of him and avoided him, why did he still know, and even wanted to cruelly kill their children!

The bitter smell of medicine spread from the tip of her nose, Song Feili's eyes widened in horror, she didn't want to drink it!

She shook her head desperately, and bit down on the maid's hand. The maid yelped in pain, let go of Song Feili's hand, and spilled half a bowl of medicine.

Before Song Feili could struggle, she got a scratch on her face, and the burning pain spread across her face, and her mind went blank for a moment.

"Toast, don't eat fine wine!" Chu Qianchuan choked her neck with a sullen face.

Her face turned pale, and a sense of suffocation hit her. She looked up at Chu Qianchuan in pain, and said with difficulty: "Ah... let go, let me go..."

"Do you know that this king feels like throwing up when he sees your face?" Chu Qianchuan looked down at her from above.

The indifference in his eyes was like a knife cutting Song Feili's heart.

Thinking that this ugly girl was forced to be given to him by his worthless imperial brother, Chu Qianchuan wished that she would disappear before him forever.

Not to mention, that night, she actually drugged him to confuse him, and made him want her body!

It made him want to gag.

But he never expected that just that night, the Wuyan girl was pregnant with his flesh and blood, and even lied to everyone, so that the child was already three months old.

The indifferent pronunciation is like a thousand years of ice, which makes people shudder.

Straight to Song Feili's soul, it was like returning to his indifferent and contemptuous sentence on the wedding night: "It's just a girl with no talent and no morals, not worthy to be my king's concubine at all!"

Her pale face was trembling all over.

She knew that her appearance was ruined, Chu Qianchuan had forgotten her, and didn't like her at all, but she didn't know that she hated her existence so much...

Chu Qianchuan took half a bowl of medicine from the servant girl's hand, and looked at her disgustedly: "Since you don't want to drink it, then I will personally send your rebellious seed on the road!"

"Don't..." Song Feili's eyes widened in horror, but before she finished speaking, the man pinched her cheeks, forced her to open her mouth, and forced the half bowl of abortion pills down to the stork.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom the bitter medicine entered her throat, and Song Feili stared unwillingly.

It wasn't until she drank all the medicine that Chu Qianchuan let go of her hand.

Song Feili fell to the ground in embarrassment, ignoring the pain all over her body. She crawled on the ground, trying to spit out all the medicine she drank, but no matter how much she vomited, she couldn't spit out the poisonous concoction.

Instead, there was a burst of pain in the stomach soon, and the skirt was dyed red...

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