When Jiang Yingying spoke, neither hurried nor slow, every word and sentence carried immense pressure on Lianlian amidst her composed demeanor.
Her back broke out in a layer of goosebumps. Instinctively, she reached out abruptly and snatched the child from Jiang Yingying's hands.
Clutching the child tightly in her arms, she watched Jiang Yingying warily: "Miss Jiang, I know you dislike me, but I truly have never harmed my own child. Why do you suspect me this way? By saying this, do you want the Crown Prince to despise me?"
Shengsheng began crying again in her embrace.
Holding the child, Lianlian turned to Zhu Biao with sorrowful eyes, saying: "Crown Prince, others may not know, but how could you not? Since he was born, Shengsheng has been in poor health, often crying endlessly in the middle of the night. I watch over him the whole night; is this heart, too, a pretense?"
"When I gave birth to Shengsheng, I bled heavily and almost lost my life; Crown Prince, you witnessed it!"
