C7 (1/2)

”Esteemed Empress, this lowly one … ”This lowly one …” The imperial physician blacked out and fainted on the ground, his hands stained with blood.

”Ah... ”Ah …” Fresh blood dyed the bedsheet red. The ornaments on Lian Si Yue's head were scattered, her black hair was in a mess, her hands and feet were kicking wildly, and her horrifying scream was as if she was fighting for her life.

The guards were also frightened by the miserable sight before them. The swords in their hands fell to the ground. Their faces were pale and their hands and feet were weak.

She stretched out her bloodied hands to her child in despair, and she wished she could hold him in her arms and call out to him, for he was so miserable that he could not die without a hug from his mother.

”Blood!” With Feng Qian Yue's order, two maids brought the furnace in, the porcelain pot steaming hot on the fire.

”No, no …” Lian Si Yue shook her head and wailed in despair.

She watched helplessly as the flesh on the child's body was cut open. After a few weak beats, he stopped moving. A drop of blood fell into the porcelain jar.

Then, the child was carried out. She heard Feng Qian Yue say that they could find any place and bury him!

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” ”Ahhh!” She was in excruciating pain. Blood oozed out of her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes, and her body convulsed violently like a dying fish, slapping against the bed.

She actually survived! She didn't die right away!

At this moment, she was lying on the bed with a numb face. Her belly had already shrunk and she did not know when it had been sewn up.