"As long as Qin Ye has no children, our son will be the eldest grandson of the emperor, and you will have the opportunity to ascend the throne! I do all this for your prince!"

"When does this king need to use a woman's hand to get what he wants?" Zong Zhengli grabbed her throat and tightened his five fingers suddenly.

"It's you instead!"

This nosy thing!

When the truth was revealed, Qin Ye mistakenly thought that he had done it and even broke up with him. It was all Qin Jiaojiao's fault!

Qin Ye, the person he valued the most, was pushed away by Qin Jiaojiao.

How could he swallow this?

Looking at Qin Jiaojiao's face, he remembered Qin Ye's resolute and indifferent look, and his chest was filled with rage, venting out without any suppression:

"Back then, when my mother was alive, you took advantage of her weakness and manipulated me, forcing me to lose my position in the patrol camp and stay at home. Now, you are interfering in my affairs with Qin Ye. Now that my mother is gone, I wonder who can protect you!"

The sinister voice fell, and the hand that was pinching her throat tightened again.

"Well!"

Qin Jiaojiao opened her eyes wide, unable to breathe, a feeling of suffocation surged into her mind, and she struggled hurriedly.

He wants to kill her for Qin Ye?

“Your Majesty…”

"I hate smart-aleck women the most, especially you!"

The man's eyes were extremely sinister, and his voice became increasingly angry, almost roaring:

"I can't bear to touch even a hair of Qin Ye, how dare you, Qin Jiaojiao! How dare you touch her!"

His hands tightened, wishing he could crush her throat.

Qin Jiaojiao was terrified.

Looking at the man's gloomy face, the gentleness in his eyes was gone, and instead a crazy, cold scarlet light emerged. His thin lips were curled in a sinister arc, and he seemed like a different person, like a devil.

He kept tightening his hands, trying to strangle her to death.

She struggled desperately, her cheeks flushed with pain and her eyes bloodshot:

"Let... uh... go..."

The hand on his throat was as tight as an iron hoop and no matter how hard she slapped and hit, it was of no use.

The air in the lungs became thinner and thinner. Due to lack of oxygen, the brain gradually became blank and I was suffocating to the limit.

She was like a chicken, with no room to struggle in his hands.

She doesn't want to die.

She has children, she is a mother, she wants to live.

When she was about to pass out, she suddenly had a burst of strength, which enabled her to utter the last words:

"My Lord, I, I cannot die... My child... Only if you have a son can you have the bargaining chip to compete with King Chen..."

son--

The two words entered Zong Zhengli's mind, shocking him suddenly. The bloodshot anger in his eyes faded a little bit, and he regained a bit of rationality.

Qin Jiaojiao can die, but her son must live!

Only when you have children do you have bargaining chips!

Qin Jiaojiao will give birth in four or five months, so he might as well put up with her for another half a year!

Zong Zhengli threw her away coldly and stood up. "Come here, take good care of the princess and let her take good care of the pregnancy in the mansion. She is not allowed to leave this courtyard before the baby is born!"

Qin Jiaojiao fell to the ground, gasping in pain.

When I heard his words, I was shocked.

He is going to...

Imprison her?

“No…” She dragged her limp body and stood up with difficulty, “No, Your Majesty… You can’t do this to me…”

She was his wife and the mother of his children, not a prisoner.

As soon as she grabbed the man's clothes, he took two steps back coldly and she staggered and fell to the ground.

Zong Zhengli looked down at him with a cold gaze:

"Qin Jiaojiao, you'd better pray that you're pregnant with a son. Otherwise, after the child is born..."

If it is a daughter, the day she is born will be the day she dies!