The Night I Lost My Husband, the Cold Prince Held Me in His Arms

[Rebirth + The king seizes the wife of the minister + Seduction at the beginning + House fight] On the night of her husband's death, Lin Jingchan was forced to climb onto the cold prince's bed A beautiful night, dark knots in the bead body In her previous life, she panicked and left behind this child who was not supposed to exist. However, he was rejected by his husband's family, which brought trouble to his parents' family, and he was trapped in Liuxiang and died. After resurrecting her life, Lin Jingchan gritted her teeth and focused her gaze on the pine-shaped crane bone, the cold and distant prince. The temple is filled with incense, and the widow is dressed in plain white, with tears in her eyes, as soft as the spring snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Lin Jingchan moved her fingertips slightly, tugging at the man's sleeve, her lips trembling: "Your Highness, save me..." Pei Yuan, who had always been self-restrained and observant of etiquette, had a dark look in his eyes. He squeezed the jade ring in his hand with astonishing strength. Pei Yuan, a nobleman of Tianhuang, was appointed as the prince since he was a child. Cold and dignified, not looking down on the worldly world When they first met Lin Jingchan, the wife of a deceased friend, everyone marveled at the widow's beauty. But he only felt that she was hypocritical, cunning, and full of scheming But later... Pei Yuan's eyes were scarlet, and he restrained her, rubbing her ears and temples together, twisting and turning, but her indifferent eyes during the day were overflowing with lust. "Compared with your husband, is Gu Gu better?" Cheng Xun, the prince of Dingtao, narrowly escaped death and returned to the capital with his peasant girl. The only thing he cared about was his beautiful wife. Worried that she is so fragile and tender that she will not be able to bear it and let him go Can't wait to see Lin Jingchan again But I saw that her pregnant belly was high and the color between her brows was even better than before. But standing next to her was his childhood friend His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, who restrains himself and returns to etiquette, does not lust after women.