Your Highness, I bet she's pregnant. Prince Qingmei pointed at my belly with a vicious and dazzling smile. The prince lowered his eyes and handed me a bowl of red safflower soup. He drank it with a cold tone and proved it to her. Without any hesitation, I raised my head and drank the red flowers in the bowl. After a while, severe pain in my abdomen swept through my body, and my clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but I couldn't help but laugh softly. None of them knew that this bowl of red flowers had lost the only legitimate grandson of the dynasty, and it had extinguished the last fire that supported the prince under the throne. After all, what I have been waiting for after my rebirth has always been this moment.
