Princess Against the World

She slammed her hand to Madam madly.

"Feng Ziqing, I want you and this Ling family's wild bastard to pay off my son's debt with a lifetime!!"

"Snapped!"

Xiang Yi's coffin suddenly made a crisp sound.

Everyone's bodies trembled suddenly, and they turned their heads in horror.

Mrs. Xiang's crying stopped abruptly at that moment, and she subconsciously shrank to the maid behind her.

"what happened?"

"Crack!"

Another cracking sound.

"Could it be the sound of expanding wood?" someone whispered.

People who knew the business immediately jumped out to object: "No! These coffins have been made for more than ten years, and they will not expand and contract for a long time..."

Moreover, the coffins that Xiang Yi can sleep on are all high-quality wood.

What's more, there will be no thermal expansion and contraction!

Before he finished speaking, the coffin made another "click" sound.

Someone once again opened their minds: "It's not that Young Master Yi feels wronged to die... He can't rest his eyes!"

The credibility of this statement is very high!

Especially Mrs. Xiang, who suddenly screamed and rushed towards the coffin.

"Son, mother knows that you are dying..."

In the flash, she slammed into Feng Ziqing angrily, knocking her defenseless out in an instant.

"what……"

Feng Ziqing's lower abdomen was suddenly attacked, and the endless pain spread all over his body instantly.

"It hurts..."

A stream of heat burst out of the body, causing Feng Ziqing's heart to despair.

"Do not……"

She seemed to have forgotten the piercing pain in her stomach, and looked at her skirt nervously.

A touch of bright red quickly spread and spread, like a poignant Manzhu Shahua.

"what……"

In the screams of despair, she couldn't hold it any longer and slumped to the ground.

The screams of the maids also came suddenly at that moment: "The young lady is bleeding..."

She was only two months pregnant, and seeing the blood meant that the child could not be kept.

Mrs. Xiang seemed to be stunned for a while, she stood beside the coffin in a daze, her hair was messy, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

The mourning hall fell into a brief silence again, with only Feng Ziqing's screams.

No one stepped forward, not even the maids on either side.

Without the permission of Mrs. Xiang, they did not dare to intervene.

Everyone looked at Feng Ziqing, who was curled up on the ground, rolling and crying with his stomach in his arms, but no one stepped forward to rescue him.

Amidst the shrill footsteps, the corners of the white clothes sank in.

The moment he saw Bai Yi, Feng Ziqing's consciousness was a little blurry.

"you……"

She wanted to ask hoarsely, but was ripped apart by the pain in her lower abdomen, unable to speak.

Ling Luoyu stood beside her, looking down at her quietly.

"I just ask you...who is this child?!"

The fingertips turned over, and three gold needles broke out.

"You know, I have the ability to save your life, but child... it depends on what you mean!"

Feng Ziqing closed his eyes painfully: "My second master and I are innocent... We have nothing!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly sank: "Feng Ziqing, you are a smart person, you should know which answer will allow me to keep your child!"

If the child is really Ling Yunxi, then Ling Luoyu will keep the child even if he does his best.

But if it was Xiang Yi, she would definitely not try to save the fetus.

Therefore, Feng Ziqing can completely say that this child belongs to her and Ling Yunxi.

Only in this way can the child be saved.

Feng Ziqing's eyes slowly opened, although his face was pale, he still looked at Ling Luoyu.

"Three young masters... you don't believe me! Don't you believe your second uncle?!"