Princess, she is the one who facilitated the extradition.

Gui Yao reappeared in Yang Yue's room.

Yang Yue was curled up on the bed, writhing in pain while clutching his stomach.

This is because he harbored evil thoughts, and the evil fetus is absorbing his evil thoughts, causing him unbearable pain.

Seeing that he was covered in sweat and his lips were bleeding from biting them, he must have been in pain for a long time.

"My husband."

Qi Yun entered the room and saw him like this. She rushed forward in alarm, "Husband, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yue felt an urge to slap her twice.

He's in so much pain, it's not like it's the first time he's been in pain, and she still asks such an idiotic question.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, the abdominal cramps worsened.

Over nine months, he figured out the pattern: whenever he had a bad thought, his stomach would hurt.

And the pain became more and more intense as the months went by.

When he first found out he was pregnant, he killed the doctor who treated him to keep it a secret.

Back then, killing someone only caused them abdominal pain for fifteen minutes.

Now, he has been in pain for half an hour simply because he suspects that Qi Yun's maid has leaked his secret and wants to have her arrested and interrogated, and he doesn't know when it will end.

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Qi Yun quickly ordered the servants to prepare a medicine to prevent miscarriage, saying, "He'll feel better after drinking the medicine."

She tenderly stroked Yang Yue's belly, saying, "Husband, don't be afraid, Yun'er will always be with you."

Such reassurances were of no use to Yang Yue, who still felt as if a pair of hands were tearing and churning inside his abdomen.

He thought Qi Yun was really useless; not only could she not have children, but she also didn't know how to comfort people.

Such a piece of trash shouldn't be kept any longer.

But now he doesn't dare to have any impure thoughts; he can only force himself not to listen or think about it.

Gui Yao didn't want him to have his way, so she flicked her sleeve and sent a burst of spiritual energy into Yang Yue's brow.

Suddenly, Yang Yue found that his heart and body seemed to be out of control, and he pushed Qi Yun away.

"Get out of here!"

He could no longer hold back, and with a ferocious expression, he cursed out his true feelings, "It's all because of you, you unlucky thing. If you hadn't cursed me, how could I have encountered such a thing?"

"Husband?"

Qi Yun was pushed to the ground by him, and she stared in astonishment at the man who had suddenly turned on her.

"You're in so much pain that you're not speaking from your heart, are you? Yun'er knows you love Yun'er."

"like?"

Yang Yue continued to speak his mind, "What do I love about you? Do I love that you're the daughter of the Qi family, that you're like a dead fish in bed, or that you can't lay an egg in years?"

My father hates the Qi family and dreams of trampling the Duke of Qi underfoot. I married you to please my father.

I originally thought that since you were good-looking and had a delicate body, it wouldn't be a bad deal if you could serve me well in bed.

But you're utterly useless, and disgustingly stupid. I can easily flatter you with a few words, and you believe me without question.

"That's not how it works."

Qi Yun shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Those concubines in the backyard, they all look similar to me. You clearly took them in because you love me."

"Didn't your mother give you a brain and eyes when she gave birth to you?"

Yang Yue had been harboring resentment for too long, and was also influenced by the ghost fetus. With just a little spiritual power from Gui Yao, he completely revealed his true feelings.

"You're not dead. If I loved you, I would just hold you and sleep with you. Why would I need a substitute?"

Besides, which of your concubines truly resembles you?

This statement nearly made Gui Yao, who was hiding in the shadows, applaud.

But Qi Yun's reaction made Gui Yao vomit blood.

Qi Yun forced a smile, "I haven't had children for several years, and you've never mentioned divorcing me, which means you can't bear to part with me."

I know you're afraid something might happen to you and don't want to drag me down with you, so you're deliberately trying to annoy me and make me leave you.

"I will not divorce you because keeping you in the house to suffer will please my father."

Yang Yue laughed in anger, "I'm keeping you around now because I don't want you to expose my secret."

But I can't stand your stupidity and boredom anymore. Get out, get out of here...

The more he cursed, the more his stomach ached, but he felt a sense of satisfaction. Eventually, he started throwing things at Qi Yun.

Qi Yun initially tried to get closer to him, but was hurt by his blow and had to leave the room.

But with tears still welling up in her eyes, she said, "I know these aren't your true feelings. Calm down first, I'll go check if your pregnancy-preserving medicine is ready."

She left Yang Yue's courtyard, turning back every few steps. She went to the kitchen first and instructed the servants, "Brew the medicine and send it over as soon as possible. Make sure to coax the master to drink it."

The servant bowed his head in response.

But as she turned around, he curled his lip in disdain, "The master doesn't like her, but she insists on going forward with all her might. A young lady of the Duke's mansion, and the legitimate wife at that, has truly lost all dignity."

Other servants mocked, "The madam used to call her to listen to her lectures, but now she's even skipped her morning and evening greetings. She's just too lazy to see her."

She naturally had to seize the opportunity to curry favor with the young master, otherwise she feared she would be kicked out of the Yang residence.

Qi Yunren hadn't gone far and heard these words clearly, but he didn't utter a single word of rebuttal. He only turned his head to glance at the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine on the stove.

Gui Yao secretly followed her and looked in the same direction as her.

Yang Yue's belly was not carrying a real fetus at all, so why would he need to protect his pregnancy?

Has Qi Yu become so delusional that he's gone mad, or is there another reason?

Gui Yao pondered for a moment and followed her back to the room.

As soon as Qi Yun entered the room, she sat on the low couch and began sewing clothes from the sewing basket.

A maid stepped forward and adjusted the lamp wick. "Young Madam, you've been sewing for quite a while now. Take a rest and don't hurt your eyes."

This maid is not the one from last night.

Gui Yao frowned. Did the maid mean that Qi Yun had been doing needlework before going to Yang Yue's room?

Qi Yun shook his head and instructed the maid, "When it gets light, go and get some medicine to help the master prevent miscarriage. Everyone, you can leave now; there's no need to stay here."

The maidservant tried to dissuade her, but to no avail, so she had no choice but to take the money and leave.

Qi Yun buried herself in needlework again.

She sewed it very carefully; it was a man's garment.

"He despises you so much, yet you still make clothes for him."

Gui Yao appeared and leaned casually against a pillar.

Qi Yun was startled and quickly stood up. "Who are you?"

"The person who will take you away from the Yang family."

"Were you sent by the Duke of Qi?"

Qi Yun stared at Gui Yao, "Tell him that I was born a member of the Yang family, and I will die a ghost of the Yang family. I will never return to the Qi family."

Gui Yao crossed his arms and said, "If you don't leave, you will indeed soon become a ghost of the Yang family."

But your father hopes you will live, and live the rest of your life in peace and joy.

"hypocritical."

Qi Yun scoffed, "There's a saying among the common people: 'If you have a stepmother, you'll have a stepfather.' My mother had just died when he remarried, and the woman he married was my mother's close friend."

After that, apart from my eldest brother, who was of interest to him, he never cared about the rest of us. Now he's suddenly playing the role of a loving father.

Gui Yao gazed at Qi Yun.

She just mentioned that Qi Yun would die. Normally, when someone learns that their life is in danger, this is the first thing they should think about.

But Qi Yun only refuted the Duke of Qi's fatherly love. Did she already know about the ghost child, or did her hatred for the Duke of Qi surpass her own life and death?

"You love Yang Yue so much; if you die, wouldn't you be unable to spend the rest of your life with him?"

"You're talking nonsense, how could I die?"

Qi Yun finally faced the topic squarely, looking at Gui Yao warily.

"Yang Yue is carrying a demonic fetus that cannot be born. It will only parasitize Yang Yue and eventually completely control him."

Gui Yao laughed, "When the ghost child grows up, the first person it will harm is the person next to it. You are its bedmate, so if you don't die, who will?"

"And medications designed to prevent miscarriage will only promote the growth of the 'ghost fetus'."

"absurd."

Qi Yun clenched her fists. "My husband is carrying our child. He got pregnant because of me... Ah..."

Before she could finish speaking, Gui Yao ripped the bed curtains in two with a tearing sound, and with a few twists of her wrist, the curtains wrapped around Qi Yun's ankles.

The movements were fluid and effortless; in the blink of an eye, Qi Yun was hanging upside down from the roof beam. "I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense. Wake up first."

"Let me go."

Qi Yun struggled, crying out, "Help! Someone, save me..."

The more she struggled, the tighter the straps tightened around her feet, leaving her with one foot dangling in the air. The position was extremely uncomfortable, and she also felt a bit oxygen-deprived.

But no matter how she called out, her voice couldn't be heard from inside the room.

Gui Yao sat down on the low couch, picked up the robe and looked at it. It was a young man's style, with a small axe character embroidered on the inner lapel.

Yang Yue's current figure is not good enough to fit into these clothes, so there's no need to rush the production.

"A ghost fetus doesn't just grow on him for no reason; you must have done it, right?"

Yang Yue had been in pain for a long time before Qi Yun finally appeared.

She now doesn't even need to pay her respects, and she has plenty of time as she doesn't go out.

If you truly love Yang Yue, you should always pay attention to him and rush to his side the moment he is in pain, instead of hiding in your room sewing clothes that Yang Yue can't wear at all.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's struggling body suddenly stopped.