Lan Chuchu watched as blood flowed from between her legs, more and more, filling her heart with both shock and fear.
She couldn't lose this child. She and Xi Jiuye had worked too hard to reach this stage, and Xi Jiuye was willing to hand over the Divine Elixir, which showed how much he valued this child.
He could finally let go of that wench Ye Lingyue.
She was on the verge of becoming the Divine Queen.
She would no longer have to bear the stigma of an illegitimate daughter, becoming the revered mistress of the ghosts in the Northern Realm.
At this time, how could she let all her efforts fail?
This child must be saved.
Lan Chuchu called out a few times, but the maid was nowhere to be found.
At this moment, she felt a strong convulsion in her abdomen, as if something was about to slide out of her body.
"No, child, you must hold on. Mother needs you."
Lan Chuchu clutched her belly, trying to stand up with effort.
