The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"He's not...my husband..." Jiang Nanyan, trembling with pain, gritted her teeth.

Wen Po was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Xiahou Fengli's hand tightly clasping Jiang Nanyan in a strange way.

"I want to stay." Xiahou Fengli ignored Wen Po's gaze and said.

"My lord, this is not very good." Wen Po said, "Since you are not this girl's husband, it is better to ask you to avoid it."

"I want to stay!" Xia Hou roared violently, completely ignoring what Wen Po said. [

"But..." Wen Po looked at Xiahou Fengli in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

If it's the girl's husband, it's okay to stay, but the girl has already said that this young man is not her husband. Since he is not a husband, how can he stay here?

This is a big event for the loss of reputation!

Xiahou Fengli didn't leave, and Wen Po didn't dare to make any movements at all.

The two just froze there.

Jiang Nanyan was lying on the bed, sweating coldly from the pain, unable to even utter a word, and almost half-conscious.

Between her legs, a moist liquid continuously spread out, staining the skirt and the bedding under her body red, making one's heart shiver uncontrollably.

Seeing Jiang Nanyan's complexion getting paler and blood daring to flow more and more, Wen Po was really anxious, and she didn't care how ugly the man's face was, so she said, "Young master, you should avoid it for a while." Well, if it continues, the mother may be in danger..."

Even though Wen Po said so, Xiahou Fengli still stood there without moving.

He didn't move, and Wen Po didn't dare to move at all.

The girl had already said that the young man was not her husband, and Po Wen could tell that even though she was almost unconscious from the pain, the girl kept trying to shake off the young man's hand.

If she hastily delivered the girl in front of the young man, it would be no joke if the girl wakes up and seeks death for fame.

The two froze there like this, and neither of them moved first.

On the other hand, Jiang Nanyan on the bed was getting paler and paler, and the cold sweat was flowing more and more.

Her sanity began to become blurred, and her vision was even more hazy because of the sweat sliding down her forehead. She couldn't see the person in front of her clearly. She only vaguely felt that there was a man in front of her that she wanted to resist.

"It hurts...Huangfulian..." Jiang Nanyan murmured intermittently, the severe pain in her lower abdomen made her whole body tremble.

The volume of her mumbling to herself was extremely low, and even a little blurry. Wen Po didn't hear what Jiang Nanyan said clearly at all, and she only thought that she was groaning because of pain, and her expression became a little anxious.

However, Xiahou Fengli did not miss a single word, and listened to Jiang Nanyan's murmur.