Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 561 [Moyu Fanwai] The fate of the male concubine, the perfect song of the piano (2)

The man approached her step by step, his eyes slowly shifted from her to the child in her arms!

"You just gave birth, and you're not resting in the General's Mansion—what are you doing out so late?"

"I……"

"Don't tell me that you took your son out to see the moon." The man has long since lost his former warmth. Has he been disappointed in her long ago?Could it be... the "love" he had for him at the beginning also disappeared?
"Mo Qing, give me the child!"

"No..." She shook her head, tightly protecting the little life in her arms, "He Ze...he is my child..."

"But you wanted to throw him in the river and drown him—" he explained the stupidity of what she was trying to do.

"No...not...I wanted to save him...I didn't want to kill him..."

The man sighed heavily, her pale face... made his heart ache bit by bit——

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take away the child in her arms, but the woman suddenly took a step back and shouted in horror: "Don't touch him! He Ze, I won't let you snatch him away!"

"With you, there is only death; give me the child—I'll do it for you."

"What did you say?"

"I'll help you do what you want..." He stretched out his hand and carefully hugged the little life away, "I have been paving the way for your future all this time, and I will not let this child ruin you. This It's the last time——Mo Qing, I'll let him live as you wish. As for the curse of the dynasty...I just hope it's just a nonsense."

"Why...you are so nice to me...you are obviously married to that woman..."

"You're right. I'm married to her. From now on, I belong to her, and I'm no longer your servant...Mo Qing, let's do it myself."

In the arms, without the temperature of the child, it was empty——

She watched the man carrying the child disappear from her field of vision.

She lost He Ze and her newborn son.

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The servants of the General’s Mansion said that from the moment I took the first step—Mother seemed to have a grudge against me.

She would stand there and watch me fall and watch the little child cry.

(End of this chapter)