"I will kill you with my own hands."
Mo Shu faced his voracious gaze, her complexion growing ever paler, and the fog in her eyes that had hazed due to the wrist pain seemed to dissipate at this moment.
Ji Nan, hearing Yu Siqiao’s words, cried out in pain, "Our Princess didn’t even have..."
"Ji Nan," Mo Shu interrupted her, suddenly curving her lips slightly, and looking at Yu Siqiao, she said, "Then I’ll find an opportunity to try, to see whether it’s easier for me to kill her or for you to kill me."
Yu Siqiao’s eyes turned even more ferocious, about to say something, when he suddenly heard Ji Nan shouting, "She’s still carrying your child, do you really want to cause the Princess to miscarry for a woman of no importance!"
Only then did Yu Siqiao realize that Mo Shu’s face was looking somewhat off.
However, although Mo Shu’s face was somewhat pale, her eyes were extraordinarily clear, as if devoid of sorrow or joy, desire or want.
Suddenly, Yu Siqiao felt as if something had pricked his heart.
He released her hand, and the next second, Mo Shu seemed to lose all support and collapsed in an instant.
Mo Shu leaned on the sofa, her face pale.
Ji Nan immediately ran up, tears streaming down.
"Such a lively scene," a gentle male voice came in, as if with a smile, "Young Master Yu truly is imposing everywhere."
Everyone turned to look and saw a long-haired man standing at the door.
His beige robe, dark brown prayer beads, and the glasses he wore made him look particularly refined and clean.
Behind him followed an old man who seemed quite otherworldly and an adolescent boy carrying a medicine box, looking very clean-cut.
It didn’t take long for Dr. Wu and the young man to hurry over.
"Let her lie flat," Mr. Wu spoke sharply, "This won’t do, Mr. Meng, please trouble yourself to carry Princess Mo to the bed."
Meng Yunjing cast a deep glance at Yu Siqiao and quickly stepped forward, lifting Mo Shu horizontally. This text is hosted at novel⁂fire.net
Mr. Wu hurriedly came forward to take her pulse, his expression darkening immediately, "Get ready to apply needles!"
The young medicine boy quickly opened the medicine box, pulling out a packet of needles and an alcohol lamp.
Mr. Wu turned and furiously berated Yu Siqiao, "You’re committing a sin! Miss Mo’s pregnancy was already unstable, and if I were even a step later today, the child might very likely be lost!"
Yu Siqiao furrowed his brow deeply.
"Ji Nan," Meng Yunjing’s expression also darkened, "Please ask the irrelevant people to leave."
"Yes!" Ji Nan immediately stood up, blocking in front of Yu Siqiao, "Young Master Yu, our Princess is feeling uncomfortable, if you have something to say, better to wait until next time."
Yu Siqiao looked at Mo Shu on the bed, the rage and violence that had just consumed his heart suddenly quenched by a bucket of cold water, abated significantly.
Dr. Wu immediately began acupuncture on Mo Shu, and watching Yu Siqiao make no move, Ji Nan said again, "Miss Gu has fallen into water and been injured, she definitely needs care, and our Princess here has plenty of people, Young Master Yu should go see how Miss Gu is doing instead."
Meng Yunjing’s face grew even darker, "Who is Miss Gu?"
Ji Nan replied honestly, "She’s a female student personally recruited into Mo Business by our Princess, quite familiar with Young Master Yu, ordinary looking but very innocent and fragile, not as fierce as our Princess, and helpless and alone, needing someone to care for her."
Yu Siqiao’s face darkened, "Shut up!"
Even though what Ji Nan said was true, to say such things at a time , they sounded nothing if not sarcastic.