The next morning, Su Bing'er slowly opened her eyes, looking at the bright white hospital room with a puzzled expression. She remembered falling down the stairs and fainting; the thought shocked her.

"Sister He, Sister He..." "No, oh no!" She sat up abruptly. "Where's my stomach? Why? Why is my stomach flat? Where's my baby?"

Just then, Aunt He and the nurse and doctor came in together. Seeing the young mistress's out-of-control appearance, they exclaimed in alarm, "Young mistress, why are you up? Lie down quickly. You must be careful not to catch a cold during your postpartum period."

Su Bing'er cried out in alarm, "Aunt He, where's the child? Where's my child?"

The child clutched at Aunt He's clothes uncontrollably, gazing at her with pleading eyes. Aunt He, witnessing this, felt a pang of pain in her heart. She turned her head away, unable to bear seeing the young mistress's expectant gaze, and could only force back her tears, covering her mouth and looking out the window. For a mother, losing a child is unbearably painful.

Moreover, he was the young mistress's only hope for survival. With the young master dead, the child gone, and the will to live gone too. Seeing the evasive look in Aunt He's eyes, Su Bing'er turned to the doctors and nurses. They also wore expressions of sorrow; she realized then that it was all real, not her imagination, it was all true.

Suddenly, he burst into a sarcastic laugh. "Hahaha, hahahaha."

Aunt He was very worried when she saw the young mistress laughing uncontrollably.

"Young mistress, it's alright, we'll have more children. As long as we're alive, that's all that matters."

Su Bing'er seemed not to hear her words, continuing to sob. Her already fragile body was now overwhelmed by the blow, tears streaming down her face. "Why? Why? My compromises have led to this ending. What did I do wrong? Why is this happening to me?"

Aunt He couldn't bear it any longer. She hugged Su Bing'er's slender body and said, "Don't say anymore, young mistress. Everything will pass, everything will pass." "Alas, it's all fate."

Hot tears fell one by one onto Aunt He's rough hands. The girl just kept crying. The nurses and doctors, unable to bear seeing this, also couldn't help but shed tears. It was too cruel.

Alas, marrying into a wealthy family is like entering a deep sea. My mistake was marrying into a wealthy family; otherwise, perhaps so many problems wouldn't have arisen.

"Why? Everyone who loves me has left me. Han is gone, even my child is gone. Is this my fate? Aunt He, they're all gone, what's the point of me living in this world?"

"No, young mistress, it's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death..."

Su Bing'er then muttered to herself, "It's for the best. He was a mistake from the start, a mistake that shouldn't have existed. We were destined never to be mother and son."

Su Bing'er, who was crying her eyes out, suddenly said, "I'm tired. You can all leave."

After saying that, she looked at Aunt He expressionlessly and said, "Aunt He, you can go out too. I want to be alone."

In the morning, an enraged woman stormed into the ward and slapped Su Bing'er with all her might. "You bitch! You killed my grandson! My two grandsons and granddaughter are all dead because of you! Why don't you just die? How dare you live? What's the point of you living? You deserve to be torn to pieces! How can there be such a cruel person like you in this world…"

Su Bing'er didn't hear a single word the entire time, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Seeing that she wouldn't say a word to her, Li's mother became even angrier. "You think I can't do anything to you just because you don't talk? Hmm." She glared at her fiercely.

Hearing the commotion, the doctors and nurses rushed over and quickly pulled Li's mother away. A nurse examined Su Bing'er and found her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, lifeless. Mustering her courage, she placed her hand on her nose and discovered she wasn't breathing and had already slumped to the floor.

Ah, ahh.

A person nearby asked, "What's wrong?"

The nurse stammered, "Ah, the patient, she, she's dead, she's not breathing." She then fainted from shock.

Commander Nangong couldn't bear to watch any longer. Realizing what was happening, he immediately ordered the screen to be turned off. All the soldiers wept, crying for the female protagonist inside; it was too cruel.

Even someone like Qin Ziming, who had been on countless battlefields, escaped death countless times, and killed countless people, was shocked at this moment. Especially since the female protagonist of the story looked exactly like the person beside him, he turned his gaze to her in astonishment, only to see her calm and expressionless.