When Mu Beichen returned to his palace, he couldn't find Su Ruan. Afterward, he issued a strict order to hunt her down throughout the city, demanding to see her alive or dead.

With the situation at Fengyi Palace on his mind, he returned from his bedchamber without a moment's hesitation. But as soon as he entered, he saw the shocking scene before him, and he froze.

Yu Qianqian was lying face down on the ground, digging her fingernails into the earth inch by inch, trying to get up. However, due to her recent miscarriage and the poisonous fragrance that had been affecting her body for days, her condition couldn't get any worse.

From that high vantage point, I could see her deathly pale face, her fingernails digging deep into the ground and splitting one by one, blood dripping from her fingertips, staining the ground and her white dress red.

Mu Beichen paused slightly, then ran over in a few quick steps, carefully picked up Yu Qianqian, and placed her back on the bed.

I carried her all the way to the bed, feeling her delicate body so light and slender that it was almost effortless to hold her with just one hand.

Yu Qianqian lay flat on his lap, her empty eyes staring at the ceiling. When she spoke, her face was expressionless, her tone flat and calm, yet filled with utter despair.

"I'm pregnant again, but... I'm so useless, I couldn't keep it..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, silently dripping onto Mu Beichen's body. However, his pale face remained expressionless.

Mu Beichen lowered his face slightly, his fingertips trembling as he ran through her hair. Even now, he could still feel Yu Qianqian shivering in his arms.

Especially when the words "I was too incompetent to protect him" echoed in his ears, Mu Beichen's heart trembled violently, and he felt a tearing pain.

He grasped her shoulder with his other hand and gently comforted her, "Qianqian, this isn't your fault. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of you, which is why you've suffered so much..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Beichen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand as it was gripped tightly. In a daze, he turned his gaze and saw that Yu Qianqian's nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of his palm, her fingertips trembling violently, yet her face remained expressionless.

“Achen…” Yu Qianqian turned her head to look at him, her eyes growing sharper and sharper, “Su Ruan…” she suddenly cried out in a trembling voice, “Su Ruan killed our child!”

After she finished speaking, a look of pain finally appeared on her face. Suddenly, her eyes turned bright red as she stared at the spotlight on the wall, as if a sharp sword had pierced through her eyes.

That glare, sharp and menacing, was chillingly menacing, and soon tears welled up in Mu Beichen's lowered eyes.

He gazed at her with deep sorrow, remaining silent for a long time, afraid that speaking his heart would cause her even more pain, and even more afraid of losing her again.

In a daze, the woman who had been weeping on his lap suddenly sat up straight. Yu Qianqian's gaze, fixed on the window, was sharp as a blade, and her pale lips trembled slightly: "I regret it so much. I regret not killing her back then. If it weren't for my hesitation, how could Su Ruan have had the opportunity to kill my child in my womb!"

At this moment, although her face was expressionless, her cold and sharp eyes exuded an invisible bloodthirsty murderous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"Qianqian..." Mu Beichen felt another sharp pain in his heart, but the words he was about to say were immediately stuck in his throat. He didn't know how to comfort this incredibly fragile woman in front of him.