They were pouring water filled with ice blocks into it.
Ji Qingwu stood at the door, her brow furrowing as well.
'In a brothel, there are many ways to induce a miscarriage. Besides forcing down potent, harmful concoctions, there's also the method of viciously striking the lower back with a laundry pestle. And this ice water bath is another one of them.'
Duan Mingfeng's hands, hanging at his sides, were already clenched into tight fists.
He said in a low voice, "Princess, the child in her womb is Lord Li's, after all. If you act so recklessly, aren't you afraid of damaging your relationship with Lord Li?"
The corner of Princess Qingyun's mouth curled into a cold sneer, her eyes glinting with disdain.
"Mr. Duan, your desire to play the hero saving the damsel in distress is admirable, but I'm afraid this brothel girl has no room for you in her heart."
Mo Lingling's moans of pain grew louder. Duan Mingfeng said no more and forcefully shoved one of the old crones aside.
