This Princess is Tired of Living

“You would be this kind-hearted?” Luo Ran was skeptical. Sensing something, he grabbed Dong Fang Ce’s collar and shouted, “Did you promise something to this demoness? You cannot betray Ling’er! Not even in death!”

“Let go! Let go!” Dong Fang Ce broke free from Luo Ran’s restraint and calmly took a letter from his chest. “When the madam wakes up, give her this. And don’t tell her about today. If she asks, say you saved her!”

“A divorce letter? Have you gone mad? You know how much shock Ling’er will receive! She would rather die than leave you! But you promised this demoness’s condition!”

Luo Ran was almost frantic. If not for Yan Ran and Yu Shan holding him back, the sword would have pierced Dong Fang Ce’s heart.

“Brother, stop! The Lord is doing this to save Ling’er! If anyone should die, it should be this demoness!” Yan Ran glared at Yi Qing behind Dong Fang Ce, gripping her sword hilt, ready to strike.

“This is between me and her. No outsiders needed!” Dong Fang Ce grabbed Yi Qing’s hand and walked towards the door. He paused, looking back at the person on the bed. “Take good care of her!” His tone was reluctant and attached, his heart aching.

“I’m sorry, madam! We promised eternal love, dreams forever, to be together! But now I must go back on my word! Take care of yourself, or I’ll never forgive myself!”

The rain fell mercilessly.

The moonlit night rose silently, illuminating the beautiful scenery of every household.

It was the second day, but the person on the bed was still asleep, seemingly unwilling to wake. The siblings in the room grew anxious.

“Big brother, what should we do? Ling’er hasn’t woken up!” Yan Ran held Ling’er’s cold hands and sobbed.

“Find Yu Shan! Check her pulse. Why doesn’t the spiritual object work? Why hasn’t she woken up?”

Luo Ran anxiously pulled Yu Shan out of the room.

“Senior brother, Yan Ran, don’t worry. Let me check!” Yu Shan said, masking her unease with a smile as she approached the bedside to check Linger’s pulse.

“How is it?” Yan Ran asked, feeling melancholy.

“Pulse is steady. Wait, a pregnancy pulse? The Lady is pregnant!” Yu Shan exclaimed, laughing in surprise.

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