Chapter 675 Other people’s children are, after all, other people’s children.
Zhao Qingzhi froze in place, staring at him motionlessly, as if trying to find some flaw in his face.
It took a long time before she found her voice again.
"What do you mean?"
Lin Jingchuan didn't dare to look into her eyes. He lowered his eyelids and spoke with difficulty: "Qingzhi, I know you have suffered a great injustice. I will compensate you."
"In the future...I will give you another child."
compensate?
child?
Zhao Qingzhi seemed to have heard a huge joke. She laughed softly at first, and her laughter became louder and louder, and finally turned into a shrill scream.
"Hahahaha! Give me another child?"
She suddenly raised her hand and swept the bird's nest porridge on the table to the ground!
“Bang!”
The fine white porcelain bowl was shattered to the ground, and the sticky porridge splashed everywhere.
"What are you going to give me? Huh?"
Her eyes were red, and like a mad female beast, she stood up suddenly and threw all the bottles and jars on the dressing table to the ground.
The crackling sound of shattering was endless.
"Lin Jingchuan! Do you think I, Zhao Qingzhi, am a fool? A piece of trash that can be manipulated by you, the Prince Yong's Mansion?"
"Lin Xingyao killed my child! Your mother is crazy, and I'm going to pretend nothing happened? I'm going to watch the murderer live happily?"
"Get out!" She grabbed a jewelry box and threw it at him with all her strength, "Get out of here!"
The jewelry box flew past Lin Jingchuan's cheek and hit the door heavily, and the pearl hairpins and jade rings inside were scattered all over the floor.
He looked at her mad look and knew that anything he said would only add fuel to the fire.
He looked at her deeply, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
"Calm down for a moment."
The door was closed, isolating the two worlds inside and outside.
All the strength in Zhao Qingzhi's body seemed to be drained away in an instant. She slid down the wall to the ground, collapsed in the mess, and let out a desperate and suppressed cry.
Nanny Zhang pushed the door open and saw the scene inside the room. She sighed in her heart, but said nothing. She just walked forward silently and wanted to help her up.
"Mammy." Zhao Qingzhi raised her head, tears on her face, but her eyes were dead and gray.
She understood.
As long as Princess Yong is alive, as long as she is still a lunatic, Lin Xingyao can live peacefully in the dungeon.
No one can touch her.
Because Princess Yong cannot stand any stimulation.
How ridiculous!
"The young prince said that he would give me another child." Zhao Qingzhi smiled miserably, and her smile was uglier than crying.
Aunt Zhang held her hand and said softly, "Miss, the young prince is helpless. You are still young. Take good care of yourself. There will always be a chance."
"Opportunity?" Zhao Qingzhi murmured to herself, as if she was talking to Aunt Zhang, or to herself.
"Doctor Zhuo told me the truth in private."
"I had a difficult labor and heavy bleeding, which damaged my foundation. I will never be able to have my own child again in this life."
Aunt Zhang's pupils suddenly shrank.
The expression on Zhao Qingzhi's face was eerily calm. She looked at her swollen hands and felt the occasional heaviness and pain in her body.
"Mammy, tell me, am I ridiculous?"
Aunt Zhang was silent for a long time before she spoke in a deep voice, "Miss, if that's the case, there's a way."
"Let the young prince take a concubine. When she gives birth to a child, he will be brought to your lap to raise. The legitimate son of this palace can only be born by you."
"As long as you are the legitimate mother, no one can shake your position."
Other people's children.
After all, it's someone else's child.
Zhao Qingzhi slowly closed her eyes.
For the rest of her life, she will have to bear the hatred of a fake princess who killed her own son.
Are you going to raise a child born to another woman and your husband with this half-human, half-ghost body?
Even if she could lose weight, these ugly spots on her face and this body that had already decayed would remind her all the time of how much suffering she had endured, how much pain she had endured, and how much of a failure her life had been.
She had to watch her enemies living in a dark dungeon, but she could still have three meals a day.
But she herself has to suffer in endless pain every day.
Rather than lingering on like this, it would be better...
Lin Xingyao was roughly thrown into the dungeon by two guards. The iron door fell with a clang, and the sound of chains echoed in the empty corridor, which was particularly harsh.
She was lying on the cold and dirty straw, her luxurious dress was stained with mud, her hair was disheveled, and she looked in a dishevel.
Half an hour ago, she was still the precious princess of Prince Yong's Mansion.
Half an hour later, she became a prisoner.
She curled up in the corner, shaking not because of the cold but because of fear.
But she was soon dragged out again.
"Where are you going?" she asked hoarsely.
No one answered.
Being dragged all the way through the familiar courtyard.
She once thought that every blade of grass and every tree here belonged to her.
Looking back now, it just seems strange and ironic.
Finally, she stopped at the door of her mother's bedroom.
Lin Jingchuan was standing by the door, looking gloomy. When he saw her, the disgust in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Go in." He said in a low voice, "Mother wants to see you, so that she can feel at ease."
Lin Xingyao's heart was pierced by these words.
To reassure her?
She pushed the door open and walked in.
Princess Yong was sitting on the couch by the window, holding a rattle in her arms and looking out the window with empty eyes.
Hearing the noise, she slowly turned her head.
The moment she saw Lin Xingyao clearly, her distracted eyes suddenly lit up, as if the only spark had been ignited in the darkness.
"Xingyao!"
Princess Yong dropped what she was holding, stumbled over and hugged her.
"My daughter, where have you been? Mother misses you so much." She held Lin Xingyao's face with her hands, her fingers cold. "Did they bully you? Look at you, you've lost weight, and your face is so cold."
Lin Xingyao could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks.
She remembered that when she was very young, she had a high fever and was unconscious.
Her mother held her like this and stayed by her side for three days and three nights. Her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse from crying.
Another time, she took a fancy to the peaches on the tree in the yard and climbed up to pick them. As a result, she fell and scraped her knee.
When her mother saw this, she cried even harder than she did, hugged her and called her darling...
Those years that were held in the palm of our hands were all stolen.
If the midwife had not come that year, if she would never know the truth.
She is also the princess of Prince Yong's mansion, and the most beloved daughter of her mother. How wonderful it would be.
She would not be caught by Wei Qiming and threatened by her love for his brother.
She would not have made one mistake after another and ended up being abandoned by everyone like she is today.
Brother...
She raised her tearful eyes and looked at the man at the door.
The hatred in his eyes almost wanted to torture her to death.
Lin Xingyao wiped away her tears, reached out, and gently patted Princess Yong's back, just like her mother coaxed her when she was a child.
"Mother, I'm back."
She forced a smile, her voice softer than ever before.
"I'm never leaving again."
As long as my mother is fine, it doesn’t matter what happens to her in the future.
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