Her face was expressionless, but the hostility in her eyes seemed to convert the entire blood-stained birthing chamber into a raging inferno.
Seeing her, An'an let out a sharp scream and clutched the Prince of Qing Mansion's hand tightly, pleading, "Qinglang, Qinglang save me!"
The Prince of Qing Mansion was also taken aback and shaken: "Hong Ling, why are you here?"
Hong Ling took a couple of steps forward, stood opposite him, and curved her lips into a cruel arc.
It was as if she were laughing, and yet it seemed as if she were crying.
"That's what I should be asking you. Why are you here? Why is she here? And why is her child still perfectly intact inside her womb!"
The look she gave An'an was filled with towering rage, as though she wanted to roast the woman alive on the bed with her gaze.
