Song Luan knew that there were spies planted by Zhao Nanyu around him, and there might be more than one. She had packed her bag in advance, which contained mostly gold, silver and jewelry that could be exchanged for money. She only brought one set of clothes for change.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Nanyu knew her very well. In the past two days, there have been a few people guarding the gate of the yard who have never been seen before. They are tall and strong with fierce looks. Song Luan heard that Zhao Nanyu's cousin came to see her once, but was stopped outside by these men. As for herself, she could go out, but there was a tail following her that she couldn't get rid of.

When the Third Lady came to talk to her as usual, she asked her curiously, "What's going on with those people guarding the gate of the courtyard?"

The third lady thought to herself, it’s like guarding a prisoner. Even if A Yu values ​​the baby in Song Luan’s belly, isn’t it making a fuss out of nothing? Is there no one in the mansion who wants to harm her? Why be so cautious?

Song Luan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "I don't know much either, but I heard him say that the capital is not very stable, and it would be more reassuring to have a few more people guarding him."

The Third Madam didn't know what was going on in the court, and Mr. Zhao was just a lazy person, so she couldn't get any information. She nodded, "I see, I thought something had happened."

She didn't plan to stay any longer. Seeing that she looked OK, she felt relieved. She stood up and said, "I'll go pay my respects to the old lady. Now that you're pregnant, you don't have to pay your respects every month."

Song Luan said ok.

Not long after the Third Madam left, Nanny Lin brought Shi Ge'er into the house.

Shi Ge'er was wrapped up like a dumpling. As soon as he entered the house, he took off his cloak and patted the snow off it. His little face was pale and tender. He walked up to Song Luan and looked at her with his dark eyes without blinking, "Mother."

Song Luan touched the top of his head and said, "Brother Shi is here."

"Yeah." He leaned against her cautiously. After knowing that his mother was pregnant, he didn't dare to hug her, let alone throw himself into her arms.

He opened his eyes, looked at Song Luan, and asked, "How long will it take for my brother to come out?"

Song Luan paused in mid-air, then her eyes curved, "How do you know it's a younger brother? What if it's a younger sister? Doesn't knowing brother like his younger sister anymore?"

After thinking about it carefully, Shi Geer replied, "I will like it too."

In fact, he likes his younger brother more. Shi Ge'er doesn't like little girls very much. He has a cousin who is always chattering and always seems to have endless things to say to him. Although he has never said it out loud, he still thinks his cousin is annoying in his heart.

Song Luan held Shi Ge'er's face and looked at him quietly. She didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long silence, she held Shi Ge'er in her arms and kissed his cheek, "You will always be your sweetheart."

Shi Ge'er felt a little uneasy and hugged her neck tightly.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Song Luan hadn't slept well for two days in a row. He slept lightly and woke up easily. Many bloody images appeared in his mind.

The snow on the eaves gradually melted, and the cold air blew away.

When Zhao Nanyu was about to go out in the morning, Song Luan woke up. She slowly sat up from the bed, her hair disheveled and her face pale. She looked at the man's back and asked, "What time will you be back today?"

"I will be back in the evening."

He was afraid that he would make her swallow the bowl of abortion pills when he came back.

The moment Song Luan lowered her head, her eyes turned red, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back."

Zhao Nanyu turned his head, leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his eyes full of pity, "Yeah."

After he left, Song Luan couldn't sleep either, so she got out of bed, opened the closet, took out the bundle hidden in the innermost part, and also took out the divorce papers from the locked drawer.

Song Luan's desire to leave him has never been so strong. The guards guarding in front of the courtyard gate are just the beginning. In the future, Zhao Nanyu will become more and more aggressive, and his desire for control will be even more serious than it is now.

The plot of the book moves forward step by step. Zhao Nanyu is the hero of the book and the center of this world. His domineering, stubbornness and indifference will never change.

Nanny Lin didn't know if it was because of what Zhao Nanyu said, but she never sewed clothes, shoes and socks for the child in front of her again. At lunch, Nanny Lin saw that she had eaten two bowls of rice, and she finally felt relieved. "It's great that Madam can think it through."

It seems that she has only eaten a little these past few days. She was already thin to begin with, and now she has become even thinner.

Song Luan rarely smiled at her, "I have a good appetite today."

Only when you are full will you have the strength to climb over the wall.

After lunch, Song Luan casually stuffed the divorce papers into her sleeve. She first walked around the yard twice, then walked straight out, glancing at the man guarding the gate, "Well, I'm going to the study. If you want to follow me, follow me."

"yes."

What is it! It's you, ghost.

Song Luan became even angrier when she saw the guards who were as cold as icebergs following them.

Fortunately, she didn't plan to run away openly. She just wanted to put the divorce papers in the study.

After passing through a small path and a door, you will reach the front yard. After turning a corner, you can see Zhao Nanyu's study. There is usually someone guarding outside his study, and ordinary people cannot enter.

The visitor was surprised to see her and bowed respectfully, "Madam."

Song Luan had come here only a few times. She looked expressionless and condescending at him, "I'm going in to find a book."

She was imposing and arrogant, and her willful temper was well-known. She looked like someone who was not easy to mess with. Moreover, this favored lady was pregnant, so even if they wanted to stop her, they didn't dare to.

The attendant guarding the gate made way.

Song Luan walked into Zhao Nanyu's study with confidence. After closing the door tightly, she took out the divorce papers from her sleeve and placed them neatly on his desk.

Song Luan looked around the study and found several new paintings on the wall. The people in the paintings were all her without exception.

The artist's skill is evident, the painting is very lifelike.

Song Luan pretended nothing had happened and went back to the yard. The sky was getting dark, and soon Zhao Nanyu would be back from the palace.

There were people watching inside and outside the yard. There was only one safe place, the back wall where she had climbed once before.

Song Luan changed into a set of light clothes, and while there was no one around, she carried her heavy bag and slipped under the back wall. It's really strange that there is a ladder in the corner.

She didn't have time to think, so she set up the ladder and climbed to the top of the wall, then changed the ladder to the other side and nimbly climbed out of the yard.

Everything went incredibly smoothly. Song Luan felt a little uneasy and her heart sank.

Zhao Nanyu was still on his way back home when his confidant brought him the news, "Madam has climbed over the wall from the backyard and left. I have sent someone to follow her secretly, and she will definitely not get lost."

Zhao Nanyu closed his eyes, not at all surprised, as if he had expected all this.

"Protect her."

"By the way, Madam went to your study once today."

"Got it, you go down."

"yes."

The carriage was moving slowly on the official road. Zhao Nanyu opened his eyes, a trace of violence rising in his eyes. Through the curtain, he coldly ordered the people outside, "Go faster."

The driver didn't dare to delay and waved the whip vigorously.

Zhao Nanyu got off the carriage and went straight to the study, walking very fast as if the wind was blowing. There seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in the study.

He walked to the desk and picked up the divorce certificate she left with his two slender fingers. The black words on the red paper hurt his eyes.

The thin paper gradually twisted in his hands. Zhao Nanyu read it word by word. His face gradually turned pale and a lingering gloomy air arose between his brows. It took him a lot of effort to restrain his violent heart that wanted to kill someone.

Next to the divorce letter was the jade pendant that he had personally put around her neck.

He put the two things in the drawer with shaking hands, sneered, pushed open the door, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is she?"

Fortunately, Song Luan had a good memory and she still remembered where Huai Jin lived. She didn't dare to run fast even though she was pregnant. The sky was getting darker and darker. According to the time, Zhao Nanyu should have returned home. If he had been faster, he would have seen the divorce letter she left behind.

The alley was quiet and deserted. Her heart was pounding. She was nervous and a little scared. She walked cautiously all the way. Just as she was almost there, a group of people suddenly appeared at the end of the alley.

Zhao Nanyu was dressed in black, his handsome face half hidden in the darkness. He sat high on the horse's back, his brows seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, as cold as ice.

Song Luan's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Nanyu got off the horse and stepped closer to her with his boots. He half-crouched, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes. He said, "Where do you want to go?"

It would be fine if he ran away, but why did he run to his old lover's house?

Song Luan burst into tears all of a sudden, crying silently, and she hiccuped as soon as she opened her mouth. She didn't know if it was because she was scared.

Zhao Nanyu was a stubborn person, and most of the time her tears didn't work on him. He picked her up and patted her on the back, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

The moment she stood up, all the gold and silver jewelry that Song Luan had been holding in her arms fell out. Zhao Nanyu picked up one of the gold ingots and looked at it. He smiled with a hint of sarcasm in his shallow smile, "Do you want to pawn it for money?"

He pointed to the printed words on the bottom of the gold ingots, touched her face, and said kindly: "See? These have the seal of the national treasury, and no one dares to accept them."

Zhao Nanyu sighed in a pretentious manner, "Alas, what can you do even if you run away like this?"

No money and no friends.

He had started to cut off all her escape routes a long time ago.

Song Luan's scalp went numb and she was terrified. She looked at him in disbelief, "You...you you..."

Zhao Nanyu bit her lips fiercely and took her back.

Song Luan was safely placed in the room. She curled up, buried her face between her legs, and her body trembled slightly.

Not long after, Zhao Nanyu opened the door and walked up to her with the medicine. His tall body blocked the light in front of her eyes. Song Luan raised her face, her eyes red, and tugged at his sleeve pitifully. She said in a trembling voice, "Can you think of another way? I can't do it. I really can't do it."

She couldn't bear to kill her own child.

Zhao Nanyu felt uncomfortable in his chest, which was numb after being hit by the heavy hammer. He said, "Do you remember that you were poisoned before?"

"Um."

He poisoned her.

"The poison has not yet been cleared. Even if you and the child are safe in the future, he will not live long, or he may be born with a disability."

Song Luan sobbed softly, her nails scratched the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel any pain.

So that's how it is.

It turned out that no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

Zhao Nanyu held her and fed the medicine into her mouth bit by bit. She obediently drank the whole bowl of medicine, and the bitter medicine went down her throat and into her stomach.

Before long, Song Luan's face lost all color, her lips turned deathly pale, and waves of pain came over her, as if someone was stirring her lower abdomen with something. She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.

The hem of her skirt was stained red with blood, and the smell of blood in the room became stronger.

Crystal clear tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Zhao Nanyu hugged her, her heart aching, her voice hoarse, "It will be fine soon, don't be afraid."

Song Luan tilted her snow-white neck and lifted her eyelids with great effort, her breath was weak. She wanted to say "I hate you", but after thinking about it, she felt that his decision was so rational, and she didn't seem to hate him.

"It hurts so much. It hurts so much, Zhao Nanyu."

He wiped away the tears from her eyes and whispered in her ears again and again: "I'm here, I'm here."

The blood under her body kept flowing, which was shocking. Zhao Nanyu's eyes were red, "It's okay. It will be fine soon."

The excruciating pain made her unconscious. Why was she the only one suffering? Did she do something wrong?

She blinked at Zhao Nanyu and said with a weak breath, "You can't keep me, I still have to leave."

"You've also seen the divorce letter I left for you, right?" She laughed softly, "Also, I lied to you when I said I liked you."

Song Luan had been feeling depressed for too long, bound by the plot and the male lead. The severe pain in her lower abdomen made her feel like she was about to die.

She simply said everything she wanted to say at once, "I don't like you. Anyone is better than you."

Huai Jin and Young Master He are much better than him.

She could not shake the original owner's destiny, as if she was following her old path, the only difference was Zhao Nanyu's heart.

"I'm not afraid of you. My father is a high-ranking official and my brother is also very favored. When I get better, I will definitely leave you without looking back." Her voice became lower and lower, and she clenched her teeth. "I just want to find another man, so what?!"

Song Luan restrained herself only after seeing the painful expression on Zhao Nanyu's face.

After venting enough, the pain in my lower abdomen gradually improved.

She was sweating profusely and her face was as pale as a dead person as she lay in Zhao Nanyu's arms. Unable to withstand the severe pain, Song Luan closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The bleeding under her body finally stopped. Zhao Nanyu cleaned her and changed her into clean clothes. Looking at her chest still heaving, he felt relieved.

His head was swollen, his eye sockets were tight, and with every breath he took, his throat and heart felt like being cut by a knife. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand up.

The dim candlelight illuminated her beautiful face. Zhao Nanyu stared at her face in fascination. He suddenly remembered the words written on the divorce letter and who she wanted to find today. All he could hear in his ears were the words she had just said, and every word stabbed him in the heart.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes were deep and his cold palms covered her ankles.

With a "click", he whispered in her ear, "Okay, it's mine."