A moment ago, she had been thanking the heavens for their favor, allowing her to cure the chill poison and conceive a child. Although she and Mo Heng didn't mind, having two precious daughters was already enough for them. But if she could bear this child, and it was a son, those troublemakers outside would cease to exist.
But in the next moment, she was told that her life would not be long, that the painstaking care she took of her heart, the medicines she drank three times a day, the medicinal baths she soaked in daily, the restrained yet frequent conjugal relations, had led to conception, only to be a sacrifice, to exchange her life for the absorption of the toxins in her body!
Pei Qin's mind raced through various thoughts, then went blank.
