It seemed that as long as Qianhong nodded in agreement, the wedding would be finalized immediately.

Wearing a felt hat and hiding in the crowd, Princess Yingning was burning with rage, her reason long gone.

Especially since the father of her unborn child was speaking sweetly and charmingly to another woman, and the betrothal gifts he presented were obtained by deceiving her.

What Princess Yingning found most unbearable was Qin Liansheng's statement that his relationship with her was merely a charade, while his true love was with Qianhong.

Princess Yingning was such a proud person, but at this moment her face looked as if it had been repeatedly slapped, swollen like a pig's.

She endured the pain and fear of pregnancy every day, while the man was out there having a good time.

This is intolerable!

"Princess, no!"

Princess Yingning broke free from the purple crystal's restraints and rushed towards Qin Liansheng's direction.

Princess Yingning, in a fit of rage, pulled out the hairpin from her hair and rushed forward. The hairpin pierced Qin Liansheng's shoulder, sinking deep into his flesh.

"Ah!" Qin Liansheng screamed in agony.

In self-defense, he shoved Princess Yingning to the ground.

Yingning's belly slammed heavily against the ground, gradually staining the ground with small red flowers.

The felt hat that was originally on his head also fell off during the struggle.

Someone screamed from the crowd—

"How could there be a pregnant woman here? With so much blood, how can this baby be saved?"

"Why does this person look so much like Princess Yingning? What's going on?"

Qin Liansheng was also stunned. Ying Ning was supposed to be taking good care of her pregnancy, so why was she here?

Ying Ning was numb to pain at this moment. She looked at Qin Liansheng, tears streaming down her face, and shouted, "I need an explanation!"

Qin Liansheng felt a pang of guilt, knowing they had once been on good terms. He was about to squat down and help Ying Ning up when he heard Qian Hong calling out to him.

Her pale red voice sounded somewhat flustered: "Young Master Qin, what exactly is this?"

Dressed in a wedding gown and with exquisite makeup, Qian Hong walked gracefully toward Qin Liansheng, forming a stark contrast to the pale-faced Princess Yingning on the ground.

Qin Liansheng withdrew his hand. He was here to welcome his bride today; his past would only be a burden.

He grasped Qianhong's hand and said earnestly, "Miss Qianhong, I did make mistakes in the past. However, that is in the past. At this moment, you are the only one in my heart."

An Yuan'er watched this unexpected turn of events.

My initial感动 (feeling of being moved) has turned into a feeling of utter disgust, like swallowing a fly.

She recalled the day she saw Yingning in the palace, and she immediately realized that what Yingning was truly afraid of at that time was that she would expose the child.

Yingning felt the scalding blood flowing down her legs; it was the life of her already formed child, the punishment for her blind faith in the unfaithful man.

With her last breath, she got up and slapped Qianhong hard across the face.

"You scumbag and bitch. You should both die."

Qin Liansheng only cared about protecting Qianhong and completely ignored Yingning, pushing her to the ground again.

Qian Hong, seemingly out of kindness, helped her up, saying, "Princess, take care of yourself and don't get angry."

She moved closer to Yingning and whispered in a voice no one else could hear, "Young Master Qin said that he only truly came alive in Qianhong. So what if you're a princess? You're not even as good as a courtesan like me. What a pity!"

Qian Hong delivered the final blow to Ying Ning, who was at her last gasp. Ying Ning, like a withered willow in the wind, was defeated and fainted.

This originally joyous wedding ended abruptly amidst this farce.