Slandered for Infertility, She Gets Morning Sickness After Provoking the Prince

In her previous life, Fang Qingyue's family was destroyed, and she married into the Marquis's mansion as a concubine through a marriage contract. Others thought she was lucky, that the Marq...

Chapter 12 Doubt

His eyes dropped lightly to the bottom of the pit.

In the area hidden by the grass, the figure in black at the bottom of the pit was vague and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

But it was obvious that he was indeed unusually tall.

Suddenly, Shen Yuhan's eyes fixed.

"Go, bring out that body." He said to his men beside him in a cold tone, "Find out who he belongs to."

"Yes." The secret guard quickly disappeared and fled away with the body of the man in black.

Seeing Shen Yuhan looking into the distance, Fang Qingyue gritted her teeth.

Her legs were still a little weak, and she tried to stand up, but it seemed that she had lost her balance and twisted her foot. She couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise: "Ah!"

Shen Yuhan reached out and grabbed Fang Qingyue's waist to prevent her from falling.

The two bodies were suddenly pressed tightly together, with almost no gap.

Fang Qingyue has a slender waist, and the cloak is wrapped tightly around her, making her figure even more graceful.

Her white and tender arms gently pressed against Shen Yuhan's solid chest, as if she didn't want to get too close to him.

Her eyelashes were slightly drooping, and there was moisture on them, like a wet cat slave.

Shen Yuhan's throat moved, but his expression remained unchanged: "What are you going to do? Are you worried that the identity of the man in black will be discovered?"

"I dare not." Fang Qingyue lowered her head even more, almost burying it in Shen Yuhan's chest.

"Then do you know who this man in black belongs to?" Shen Yuhan's eyes swept across Fang Qingyue's face with a look of scrutiny.

Fang Qingyue shuddered, and after a long while she said with difficulty, "I... don't know."

Of course she knows.

Having seen Shen Qiu Nian giving orders to the man in black with her own eyes, she was not unaware of the man in black's identity.

Precisely because it is clear, I dare not and cannot say it.

After all, Shen Yuhan and Shen Qiu Nian are uncle and nephew. If she said it herself, it might seem like she was trying to sow discord between them.

Even if Shen Yuhan didn't think too much about this kind of thing, she couldn't do more.

Hearing this, Shen Yuhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while he said, "Could it be that this man in black is actually related to you?"

He also had doubts in his heart.

As luck would have it, the man in black was about to assault Fang Qingyue when he came over, but was saved by him.

How could such a coincidence happen?

What's more, such a remote place has always been sparsely populated.

If we hadn't come here on purpose, how could we have met?

Could it be that Chen Qiu came here because he had made an appointment with Fang Qingyue in advance?

Thinking of this, Shen Yuhan's expression became even colder. He looked up and down at Fang Qingyue, trying to find some clues.

Hearing this, Fang Qingyue looked up at Shen Yuhan in disbelief, with a hint of grievance in her eyes.

"Does the prince suspect that I have an affair with this man in black?"

She bit her lip, looking stubborn, but two tears finally flowed from her watery eyes: "My master and I came to the mountains to collect herbs, and accidentally fell into the bottom of a pit."

"I was discovered by this man when I was calling for help. I thought he would come down to save me, but he turned out to violate me. What can I have to do with him?!"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and her voice rose involuntarily: "How much injustice have I endured since my virginity was taken by you, sir? But I knew it was an accident, so I never said anything."

"You promised to protect me, but did you? If you had arrived in time, would that person have taken advantage of me?"

It's not that she wants to blame Shen Yuhan. After all, Shen Yuhan was drugged and went to bed with her, which was part of her plan.

But even so, it was not enough to convince her that it was reasonable for Shen Yuhan to doubt her.

"This prince is not omnipotent. You are so far away from the capital, and it is impossible for me to always look after you."

Looking at her like this, Shen Yuhan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But he has immense power, and it has always been others who submit to him. How could he be the first to bow down?

"Then, sir, are you going to suspect me of collusion? If this person could have attacked Master and raped me, how could I still be alive? sir, you also know that you are not omnipotent and may not be able to save me immediately. So why are you still questioning me?"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She felt like a raging fire was being blocked in her chest, with no outlet.

She didn't cry when her father was murdered, and she didn't shed a tear when she suffered torture in her previous life.

Now that Shen Yuhan suspected her, she finally couldn't control herself.

Fang Qingyue cried quietly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads with broken strings, and finally fell into her clothes and disappeared.

His shoulders shook with sobs, making him look particularly fragile.

Shen Yuhan's face became more and more ugly. He reached out to comfort her, but Fang Qingyue shook his hand away.

This was the scene the old doctor saw when he woke up from his coma.

He stood up by holding onto a tree trunk, looked at Fang Qingyue who was silently crying with her head down, and gently patted her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

He recognized the man in front of him; it was King Jian'an.

He roughly guessed that it was Shen Yuhan who saved them, but he didn't know why Fang Qingyue was at odds with Shen Yuhan.

But as Fang Qingyue's master, he naturally favors her more.

"Nothing." Fang Qingyue raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and forced a smile. "Master, it's getting late. Let's go back first. I'll come back tomorrow to accompany you to collect herbs."

"Okay." The old doctor agreed with a long sigh and walked back with Fang Qingyue.

But Fang Qingyue had sprained her ankle after all. After taking a few steps, her ankle became more and more painful, making her unsteady and she was about to fall down.

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