Concubine's Favorite

He narrowed his eyes slightly, still squinting at the world as he had for the first time. But the sharp dagger was already pressed against her slightly raised belly. As the sharp knife was pushed in inch by inch, the Luo shirt embroidered with complicated patterns turned half red. She slowly closed her eyes but still smiled lightly. What is dyed red is the gorgeous clothes he bought after riding a horse for thousands of miles. And what flows here is his and her blood. It's the time again when the garden is filled with the fragrance of pear blossoms. It's just that the person who picked a bunch of pear blossoms for himself has gone too far.