Children are the mother's weak point.

No exceptions.

No, there is an exception. Qin Jiaojiao never worries about her daughter.

Qin Ye said: "You are such a pathetic woman."

Qin Jiaojiao was stunned.

"As a wife, you can't win your husband's heart, so you can only rely on this crazy and hoarse way to attract attention, like a madman."

"As a mother, she gave birth to Luqin, but never raised her. She treated her coldly like a stranger. What did you give birth to after ten months of pregnancy? Don't you feel pathetic and pitiful?"

Qin Jiaojiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and some emotions surged rapidly in her eyes.

The emotions involved my heart and it hurt to breathe.

she……

Got the throne of queen.

The mother of the country.

In the eyes of the world, she is noble and superior, making people jealous and envious, but in fact, beneath her bright and beautiful appearance, she is a lonely and pitiful soul.

She has no home...

He clenched his hands tightly, not letting any emotion leak out, and said coldly:

"You are the one who should be pitiful! You are a prisoner, what qualifications do you have to judge me? You will die tonight. Instead of blaming me, you should worry about yourself!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and pinched Zong Zheng Ziye's delicate neck.

It can be broken with a little force.

"I'll count to three. Either you want the child to live, or you want to kill yourself. It's your choice!"

Qin Ye's breath was calm and steady, staring at her, "Are you anxious?"

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle:

"My words touched your heart, and you got angry out of shame."

Qin Jiaojiao was furious: "You!"

Just as he was about to speak, he stopped abruptly.

If she got angry, it would be exactly what Qin Ye wanted.

"Although I am a prisoner, Zong Zhengchen has never given up on me. In the past six months, he has been fighting with Zong Zhengli."

"Although I am imprisoned in this palace, I am with Ziye, my son is by my side, and my husband is working hard outside. My life is meaningful."

"And you?"

"When you stay alone in your empty room every night, do you ever think of the daughter you carried for ten months and gave birth to with great difficulty? When you see other people's children around their knees, do you miss Zongzheng Luqin? Have you ever imagined what Luqin would look like when she called you 'mother'?"

"You are not a qualified wife, let alone a competent mother. You have nothing and are nothing except an empty position of queen."

As her sonorous words fell, Qin Jiaojiao's face turned paler.

Until it was completely bloodless and as ugly as paper.

Qin Ye's words were like knives, each one stabbing into her heart and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

daughter……

Luqin...

She had never raised the child for a single day, nor had she even fed him a sip of milk. All her focus was on Zong Zhengli.

Now that she thinks about it, isn’t it the harmonious scene of Qin Ye and Zi Ye getting along with each other that she envies?

Lu Qin is her child with Zong Zhengli.

How could she ignore?

Only then did I come to my senses and feel guilty.

"Don't say anymore..." Her voice trembled.

"What I said is true," Qin Ye said, "The greatest meaning of life is inheritance."

For tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, both humans and animals have developed through blood inheritance from generation to generation.

"You don't even care about your own flesh and blood. You are so cold-blooded. Even if you become the queen and the whole world, what can you do? You are alone and empty every night. Qin Jiaojiao, are you really happy?"

Qin Jiaojiao's face turned pale, and she staggered back three or four steps:

"I……"

She choked up:

"I……"

What is happiness?

What is inheritance?

She didn't know, she really didn't know, but she suddenly missed her daughter so much, the daughter she had given birth to with so much effort but had never raised for a single day.

"Luqin...ah!"

When she was sad, Qin Ye suddenly narrowed his eyes, flicked his sleeve and threw out an ice thorn.

Qin Jiaojiao accidentally injured her hand, and with a scream, the child in her arms fell out of her arms.

Qin Ye stepped forward, caught the child steadily, and retreated to a safe place.

"Qin Jiaojiao, think carefully about what I said."