It's just… how ironic is it that, this person before her, the one with a blood feud so deep, happens to hold her fatal weakness.
"When we return to the Southern Border, Aunt Zhu will weave the first outfit for the baby at the mansion, brew some sour jujube and sour fruits, and also…"
Chen Yi paused briefly, then continued with a smile:
"Lightly stroke your belly and murmur the child's name."
The tall woman's skin began to prickle with goosebumps, a visible shiver running down her spine.
Suddenly, she realized that everything about her seemed to be under this person's control. He had seized her fatal weakness and turned her into a wild horse—difficult to tame, yet tamed nonetheless.
Why had all of this fallen upon her?
Why couldn't she escape… and yet had to devote herself, heart and soul, to bear a bastard child for her enemy?!
Qin Qingluo's pupils began to lose their luster. With a dull thud, she collapsed to the ground.
