Jiaojiao Ran Away with Her Pregnant Belly, and the Abstinent Prince Became Anxious and Red-Eyed

[Chasing Wife Crematorium + Running with the Ball] Ji Yingsu was a peasant girl from a poor background. Ever since she was brought into the East Palace by Ye Yanshen, she had fallen in love with this proud man of heaven. Everyone thought that she had been favored and cared for by the prince since she was a child. She was probably the moon in his heart and the treasure in his palm. Only she knew that his heart was never in her. When the incident in the mourning hall happened, she was misunderstood by Ye Yanshen and suffered inexplicable humiliation and revenge. She naively thought that as long as she worked hard enough, she could always get him to look back, but in the end she still didn't end well. After resurrecting her life, she vowed never to make the same mistakes again. She no longer covered her heart, and she didn't want that dog prince anymore. —— Ye Yanshen always knew that Ji Yingsu loved him deeply and could not live without him. So I feel confident. Every time I see her moist eyes, I always comfort myself that she will never leave. Until that day, someone came to report that Miss Ji was missing. His heart suddenly twitched, and when he rushed into the house, he found that he had not taken away all the jewelry and clothes he had given her. Even the vats of lotus flowers in the courtyard had been cut into pieces by her. She walked away gracefully and cleanly. Only then did the young man realize that he had lost the person he loved most in his life. The East Palace where she was not there was so cold that he shivered all over. —— On this day, Ji Yingsu, who had become a princess, was walking on the road to Nanling Palace with a pair of cute babies. She never thought that Ye Yanshen would grab her wrist with red eyes, just like she did in her previous life. Her tone was humble and her attitude was as low as dust, "Yingying, can you please, for the sake of your child, please don't let me go?" "No." She didn't hesitate. The little bun next to him muttered in an arrogant voice, "You scumbag, we don't want you anymore."