Leng Ye looked down at her with icy eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse, sending chills down her spine.
Zhi Mo leaned back nervously and cautiously moved toward the corner of the wall.
"Why are you spreading rumors everywhere, insisting that the child in your belly is mine?" Leng Yejian's eyebrows furrowed, his deep voice hiding a hint of anger.
Zhi Mo's nose tingled, and tears welled up as if a dam had burst. "Demon Lord, what I said is no rumor. Whether you acknowledge it or not, the child in my belly is indeed yours."
"Ridiculous! When did I ever touch you?"
"Five months ago, I found you unconscious on the shore of Wuwang Sea and brought you back to my thatched hut by the sea. During the three days and three nights you were unconscious, I stayed by your side without leaving your side, wiping your body until your high fever subsided."
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye's handsome eyebrows furrowed once again.
Although he had no memory of these events, he had been reborn five months ago, and judging from the timeline alone, what Zhi Mo said might indeed be true.
Seeing that Leng Ye did not refute her, Zhi Mo mustered her courage and recounted what happened afterward. "After you woke up, you seemed to have lost your mind. While calling out 'A Qian,' you ignored my resistance and forced yourself on me. The child in my belly is the one I conceived that time."
"Nonsense! I would never do something so absurd."
Although Leng Ye said this, he was already panicking inside.
Five months ago, he was injured by Xuan Fengqian, suffering severe physical and mental trauma. He was reborn amidst his deep-seated hatred.
Although I had no memory of a person named Zhimo, everything she said seemed so real.
After his rebirth, he truly hated Xuan Fengqian.
If someone mistook Zhimo for her, they might actually commit violence against her.
"Demon Lord, if you don't believe me, you can check the fetal heartbeat. Several months ago, an old Taoist priest predicted that I was carrying a demon dragon in my belly, of noble status, who would surely achieve great things in the future."
With her slightly protruding belly, Zhimo revealed a barely perceptible hint of joy in her words.
"Open the cell door."
Leng Ye spoke coldly.
Seeing this, Zhi Mo's eyes sparkled with starlight. She gently stroked her belly with both hands and whispered, "Dragon, don't be afraid. Your father will never hurt you."
Leng Ye was really unwilling to get so close to Zhi Mo, but in order to find out the truth, he finally stepped into the cell and walked toward the dirty woman curled up in the corner.
"Demon Lord, I have not uttered a single falsehood. The child in my womb is indeed your own flesh and blood."
"Shut up."
He gently placed his hand on her slightly protruding belly, and in just a moment, he discovered that the spirit inside her was indeed a demonic dragon.
how so!
Could it really be his biological child?
He originally wanted the nightmare detective to find out what was going on, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his mind.
Zhi Mo's explanation was indeed watertight, but precisely because of that, Leng Ye felt that it was all too deliberate.
The next moment, Leng Ye withdrew his hand, abruptly turned around, and left the cell without looking back.
"Demon Lord, what should we do with this woman?" Jingzhe asked respectfully.
Leng Ye paused slightly, looking down at Zhi Mo, who was still in the corner, a wicked smile inadvertently appearing on his thin lips. "For now, settle her in the side hall of Ziyou Palace. As for other matters, we'll discuss them after she gives birth."
"yes."
Jingzhe glanced at Lengye with slight surprise, finding it even more difficult to guess his thoughts.
She had expected Leng Ye to be furious and take Zhi Mo's life himself, but to her surprise, he let her go so easily.
"Thank you, Demon Lord."
Upon hearing this, Zhi Mo kowtowed to Leng Ye several times. Her chapped lips moved incessantly. Even though she was extremely weak, she still mustered her strength and kept thanking him.
"..."
Looking at Zhimo's appearance, Leng Ye suddenly recalled the image of Xuan Fengqian yelling "Get out!" in a fierce tone.
He really couldn't understand why there was such a big difference between women.
If he had half the sincerity he had for Zhi Mo, or Xuan Qian Ning, as he did for Xuan Feng Qian, they would be overjoyed.
Xuan Fengqian is quite something; he won't even let him touch her, and she's always throwing tantrums at him.
It wasn't just her throwing a tantrum; even though he always went easy on her, she would cry as if she had suffered some great injustice, making him feel heartbroken.
Leng Ye sighed helplessly, thinking to himself that he was probably going to fall into her trap again in this lifetime.
"Demon Lord, the Dream Demon is waiting outside. Should we summon him to investigate whether what Miss Zhimo said is true or false?" Jingzhe felt that the cold night was particularly unusual, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, unable to contain her curiosity.
"No need."
The reason he refused so firmly was not because he completely believed what Zhimo said, but simply because he did not want to alert the enemy.
Some time ago, when he learned that the jade pendant he always carried had fallen into Zhi Mo's hands, he felt that something was wrong.
That jade pendant was a keepsake left to him by his father, and there was absolutely no reason for him to give it away to another woman.
For a moment just now, he genuinely believed that what Zhimo said was all true.
However, he soon discovered something was wrong.
After being reborn, he did indeed lose some of his memories.
Fortunately, as time went by, he remembered everything that happened before and after his rebirth.
If he had truly had a relationship with Zhimo, there's no way he wouldn't have some recollection of it.
Furthermore, when he was first reborn, he was filled with hatred.
Even if he mistook Zhi Mo for Xuan Feng Qian, he wouldn't touch her. At that moment, he only wanted to snap Xuan Feng Qian's neck and drag her into the deepest hell...
Thinking this way, Leng Ye became even more certain that Zhi Mo was definitely a puppet sent by someone with ulterior motives.
As for the purpose of sending her, he was not yet clear.
However, not knowing doesn't mean we should just sit and wait for our fate.
He could easily pretend to believe what Zhimo said and see what she planned to do next.
If we can follow the clues and find the mastermind behind it all, that would be the best outcome.
"Demon Lord, should we keep this from Princess Xiantian?"
Jingzhe understood clearly that the only woman Leng Ye cared about was Xuan Fengqian.
He thought to himself that if Xuan Fengqian knew that Leng Ye had placed Zhi Mo in Zi You Palace, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable.
Leng Ye replied, "Why hide it from her? I want to see if she'll get jealous."
"I have a feeling that Princess Xiantian will not only not be jealous, but will actually become even more resistant to you..."
She's bound to be jealous.
Leng Ye lowered his eyes and glanced indifferently at the red line that appeared and disappeared on his ankle, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
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