Dongxue held the dagger, her hands trembling, tears streaming down her face, "Miss, if you cut open your belly, you'll die."
"It doesn't matter..." Feng Shu looked outside the door in despair and disgust, "Living is meaningless. After you take out the child, leave through the secret passage, go back to the Feng Mansion and tell my parents to take everyone away, as far as possible."
For the past six months, Su Yuejiao had also been planning to leave the Capital City, not wanting Feng Shu to be trapped in Xiangguo Temple forever, or imprisoned by Yuwen Jing in the palace.
Feng Shu's plan was initially to give birth to the child, send it away, and then slowly plan her escape. She couldn't possibly abandon her family. Now that Yuwen Jing was right outside, with danger imminent, she couldn't consider much more. She could only focus on the child, buy time, and let her family leave. Whatever the outcome, if she died, all would end, left to fate.
