Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 937 [Xiaoyun Fanwai] An Unkept Secret 35
Otherwise, the person who may be pregnant with this child is Rong'er, not herself.

And that should be what Jiang Haoxuan wanted.

but…

The truth is she took it all on.

Therefore, if Jiang Haoxuan is alive, she must be with him, no matter what he thinks, she will ignore it.

"Princess, do you want to sit down and have a rest?" She was very tired with a big belly.

Hachan said, "Yes." With Qingtao's support, she walked to the side of the beauty couch and sat down. Qingtao heard Qingtao softly say: "Servant pour a cup of tea for the princess."

Hachan nodded.

As soon as Qingtao walked to the desk to pour tea, the door suddenly opened with a "squeak", and the moment she saw the person in front of her, there was a "bang", the teapot in Qingtao's hand fell to the ground, and the teapot in her mouth Surprised: "Prince!"

Ha Chan, who saw this scene from the side, was also taken aback, and suddenly got up, "Brother." Didn't you say that you will come to see yourself in a few days?

Glancing at Qingtao, Ha Chan was full of doubts.

Why did he appear in the Red Maple Hall at this time?
Seeing Hachan with a big belly, Haye's mood is complicated, his face is heavy, and his eyes are as condensed as awns.

"Prince..." Qingtao whispered softly, her frightened eyes flicked back and forth between him and Ha Chan, looking extremely uneasy.

Haye raised his foot and walked in, only to feel that his feet were as heavy as a thousand catties filled with lead. It was very difficult to walk step by step.

Ha Chan looked at him for a while, and finally lowered his eyelids in panic.

The breath in the Red Maple Hall seemed to condense all of a sudden.

Haye walked over and sat on a grand teacher's chair, staring fixedly at the pregnant woman standing beside the beauty's couch, her hands were resting on her stomach.

It looked like five or six months.

Haye's hands on his knees couldn't help but tighten at this moment, his face was condensed, "Is the child yours and Jiang Haoxuan's?"

"Prince..." Qingtao just wanted to speak, but because of Haye's cold stare, she obediently shut up and stepped aside.

Glancing at the broken teapot on the ground, Haye said indifferently: "I'm thirsty, you go down and get a pot of hot tea." Her gaze was still on Hachan Longgao's stomach.

(End of this chapter)