Bloody Mercenary: The Cruel Majesty Is Terrible

Chapter 7 Killing Her Child With Her Hands (2)

Killed her child with her own hands (2)

Mu Yafeng's pupils suddenly constricted.

Not far away, a plain figure lay quietly.It was like falling asleep.

If the red color on the ground was not so dazzling, Mu Yafeng really just wanted to fall asleep as a woman.

Served!

Is it a service?
Mu Yafeng got up suddenly, and because of too much force, he suddenly fell to the ground again.

Unable to walk over, Mu Yafeng crawled over.

The Jin Yiwei couldn't believe their eyes.

The proud and invincible emperor, the god-like figure spread among the countries.It's because a woman, a woman who has died, moved in such an embarrassing posture, just to get closer, to get closer...

Moved, everyone was moved.

The imperial physicians who heard the news walked in a hurry, and came to see such a scene.

The water-covered emperor hugged the blood-covered Yao Ji tightly. The weird color at the intersection of water and blood seemed to be a little lighter, but also seemed to be more intense.

"Your Majesty, please let the old minister take the pulse of your empress."

The imperial physicians looked at each other, and in the end, it was the oldest imperial physician Dou who stood up and spoke.

Seeing Imperial Physician Dou, Mu Yafeng's almost despairing eyes showed one or two gleams.

She acquiesced to Dou's approach.

Imperial Physician Dou carefully asked for Mo Yao's pulse, his expression changed for a while.It seems to be surprised, but also clear.In the end, it turned into a sigh, curling up in everyone's hearts.

"The emperor's condolences, Empress Yaoji and the little prince are serving!"

Empress Yaoji and the little prince are serving.

Mu Yafeng was shocked all over.

He looked at Dou Cheng in disbelief.

"What did you just say?" Dou Cheng took two steps back, stood still, bowed and kowtowed: "The emperor's condolences, Empress Yaoji and the little prince are serving!"

"Little prince?"

Mu Yafeng seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Little prince?"

"My little prince?" Three interrogative sentences in succession.The tone is inconsistent, ranging from questioning, to self-deprecating, to self-loathing.

"Haha, haha...it's so—it's so—"

Holding Yao Ji's gradually icy body tightly, the emperor bowed as if kneeling.

Mu Yafeng finally understood the despair in Mo Yao's heart.The son-sending Guanyin shattered suddenly, when he saw the man who had promised to take only one scoop to drink in his whole life, sleeping in his palace with another woman in his arms.When she knew at the same time that she was pregnant with a child and her man gave another woman a prosperous wedding.And just as she left angrily, he killed the unborn child with his own hands.

(End of this chapter)