After Three Years as a Concubine, My Sponsor, the Prince, Was Demoted

Social worker Song Zhiwan died suddenly after staying up late and working overtime for a week! When I woke up, I became the outer room raised by King Yan on Zhuangzi. At the beginning, Xiao Yan said: "Fifty taels of silver every month will be delivered regularly, but only one thing. You should ask less and care less about my king's affairs." Song Zhiwan's face was filled with tears, but she was secretly happy in her heart. [As long as the money is in place, not only will I not care about you, but I will also help your future princess take care of her during the confinement period. Otherwise, I will have uneasy conscience holding the money. Externally, Xiao Yan often said: "My king's wife is too weak to take care of herself." Three years later, Xiao Yan's wedding was imminent. He ordered someone to send one thousand taels to drive her away. Song Zhiwan just packed up and left without saying a word. Hide as far away from him as possible. One morning. Opening the door, there was a beggar lying outside. That man actually looked exactly like Xiao Yan. There were other beggars beside him, peeing on him... Song Zhiwan couldn't figure out why the once so glorious prince fell to this point. Xiao Yan dragged his crippled legs and hid far away: "Don't touch me, dirty." Song Zhiwan grabbed his dirt-covered hand and placed it on her bulging belly: "You don't want me or our child?" The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes gradually turning red...