The genius doctor and the crazy concubine are rebellious, and the regent seduces her to no end

Beichen Yuan originally didn't want to see Mrs. An.

But since his beloved wife had spoken, he no longer stopped her.

He once again placed his hand on Lin Xilan's bulging belly and told Lin Xilan gently.

"Don't be so excited. It's not good for our baby."

Lin Xilan, "..." Beichen Yuan's confidence was speechless.

"Mrs. An is waiting outside. Should we let her in now?" The servant's voice sounded again.

Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Let her in." He said in a deep voice, with no emotion in his tone.

Lin Xilan held Beichenyuan's hand and decisively rolled her eyes at Beichenyuan. Um~ She's pregnant again, and her figure can't be restored... Oh...

Soon, Madam An came in, supported by her maid.

She had a hunched body, and her originally elegant clothes now looked a little messy. Her face was bare, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked haggard.

As soon as she saw Beichen Yuan, Madam An fell to her knees with a plop, wailing, "Prince! Prince, spare my life!"

"Please, my Lord and Princess, spare my daughter."

She cried heart-wrenchingly, tears streaming down her face, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

Beichen Yuan looked at her coldly without saying anything.

"I know that my daughter has committed a serious sin. She shouldn't have done that..." Madam An choked up and burst into tears. "But after all, she is my own flesh and blood after ten months of pregnancy! I can't bear to see her die. Please, Your Highness, forgive her..."

She raised her wrinkled hands tremblingly, trying to grab the corner of Beichen Yuan's clothes, but was ruthlessly avoided.

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please forgive her this time!" Madam An cried out, her voice hoarse, "My eldest daughter, the current queen mother, has gone mad. I can't lose Bailing again!"

"My Lord, my Princess, please have mercy on me..."

Mrs. An prostrated herself on the ground, hitting her forehead heavily on the ground with a dull sound.

Out of a mother's intuition, she felt that her daughter must not be dead.

She must not be dead!

Lin Xilan looked at the scene in front of her with mixed feelings.

Mrs. Ann does look very pitiful.

As a mother, with only two daughters, one of whom became a lunatic and the other committed a capital crime, she aged so much in a short time! She must have been in great pain these days.

She subconsciously touched her belly. She must teach her daughter well in the future and tell her that beauty is not important and being a smart woman is the most important thing.

That An Bailing...she committed a capital crime...

and so.

Although Lin Xilan sympathized with Madam An, she was powerless to help.

Thinking of this, her gaze fell on Beichen Yuan, who was sitting solemnly at the moment.

His eyes were cold.

An indescribable aura of murderous aura emanated from his entire body.

"Madam An, the crimes committed by your daughter are too numerous to list." Beichen Yuan said in a cold tone without a trace of emotion, "So, how can you have the face to beg me for mercy?"

Beichen Yuan's words were simple and direct, piercing Mrs. An's heart like a sharp knife.

"I know, I know..." Madam An kowtowed repeatedly, blood seeping from her forehead. "But she is my own daughter after all. How can I ignore her for the sake of my own face? Your Highness, the Regent, I am willing to atone for her sins. I beg the prince to show mercy and spare her life!"

"As long as Your Highness the Regent can forgive my ignorant daughter, I will do anything you ask me to do. I am willing to die for her, even if I am cut into pieces. I only hope Your Highness the Regent can consider a mother's heart! Your Highness the Regent, I beg you. Please, please, please!"

She cried bitterly, tears streaming down her old face, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

Beichen Yuan looked at her with deep eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Lin Xilan gently tugged at his sleeve, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Your Highness..." She spoke softly, but hesitated.

Beichen Yuan turned his head to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. Without Lin Xilan saying anything, he knew what she wanted to say.

Actually.

Having lacked maternal love since childhood, he was deeply moved by Mrs. An's heartfelt words.

Squint slightly.

The curve of Beichenyuan's mouth became even more evil and seductive.

He glanced at Mrs. An indifferently.

Then, he slowly said, "Madam An, considering your motherly love, I will let you go meet her."

"As long as you can get her to tell you who the murderer is, I can spare her life."

"Of course, I will only give her this one chance. If she still insists on not revealing the murderer, then I will not be polite. You don't have to act like this in front of me in the future. I have already given you a chance."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. An suddenly raised her head and a glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes.

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!" She kowtowed excitedly, her voice trembling.

Beichen Yuan waved his hand and gestured.

Mrs. An, supported by her maid, staggered into the cold and damp cell.

In the dungeon, the sky is dark and the sun is blocked out.

The smell of rotten straw was everywhere.

An Bailing curled up in the corner, his clothes ragged and stained, like a wounded stray dog.

Her face was flushed, her lips were cracked, and she kept mumbling unclear words.

"Cold...so cold..."

"It's so cold..."

"cold……"

Just as she was shivering and shaking all over, Madam An came to Se with the help of her maid.

She looked at her daughter's appearance and hugged her in her arms with heartache.

"Bai Ling, my daughter!" Mrs. An rushed to An Bai Ling and hugged her in her arms. Looking at her daughter's current appearance, her tears immediately fell.

Tears fell on the cold floor of the cell and disappeared without a trace after a moment.

Her daughter, her darling daughter, had always been a beauty-loving woman, but now she had fallen to a point where she was even worse than a beggar.

How could Mrs. An not be sad, how could she not be upset, how could she not be heartbroken!

Her body was shaking violently, like a tree about to wither in the cold autumn wind.

When her hand touched her daughter's burning forehead, Mrs. An exclaimed, "Bai Ling, you have a fever!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Mrs. An cried out in self-blame, "It's all my fault, mother, that I came too late..."

"Mmmmm... my daughter... how could you be so foolish as to murder the Regent!"

An Bailing suddenly raised his head, his eyes empty and desperate.

"Haha..." She let out a shrill sneer.

"Stop being pretentious!"

Mrs. An was stunned.