After the rebirth, the concubine wants to divorce

The fountain was repaired, with the magnificence and cumbersomeness of classical Baroque. The emperor was very satisfied, and the imperial concubine liked it very much, and even asked Han Yike to help design the nursery room for the future little highness.

At noon, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floated into the corridor. Mo Sijin was holding a plate with milk tea and delicate cakes on it. He stood at the door of the nursery with cold eyes.

"Mr. Mo, what are you looking at?" A handsome male voice sounded, Mo Sijin raised his head and saw Han Yike.

Mo Sijin smiled and said: "Mr. Han, I'm sighing, your design is really novel and interesting, but the child in Lu Zeyu's stomach can't be born, why do you bother?"

Han Yike took out a bag of medicinal powder and handed it to Mo Sijin. Mo Sijin frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"I won't do this matter." Han Yike said calmly, "I don't want to kill Xiaoyu's child with my own hands. If he finds out, he will hate me for the rest of his life. I don't want to have no way out."

"You!" Annoyance appeared on Mo Sijin's face, Han Yike put the medicine powder on the dinner plate, turned and left.

Mo Sijin looked at the medicine powder, then at the milk tea and cake that was going to be served to Luo Yichen, raised the corners of his lips, and showed a cold smile: "Don't you want to do it yourself? Then let me help you..."

Ten minutes later, the maid who delivered Lu Zeyu's lunch saw a plate at the door of the room with milk tea and cake on it, she shrugged, picked it up and took it in together, Mo Sijin stood at the corner, looking Seeing this scene, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the palace was full of hustle and bustle. Mo Sijin grabbed a maid who looked anxious and said, "Sister, what happened?"

The maid said in a low voice: "I don't know what's wrong, Her Royal Highness complained of a stomachache after lunch, and Housekeeper Chen and His Royal Highness Prince Chu are both in his room now, alas..."

The maid left in a hurry, Mo Sijin showed a smug smile, his eyes were dark, and he said in a low voice: "Lu Zeyu, there is no child, how can you snatch me from me?"

The curtains were drawn in the room, the light was very dark, Lu Zeyu was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt, his face was pale, his lips were pale, Chen Butler stood aside, wiping his tears with a handkerchief from time to time, Luo Yichen sat by the bed, his expression extremely gloomy .

Mo Sijin walked into the room, seeing the dull atmosphere, he felt even more elated, he squeezed out a few tears, walked to Luo Yichen, and said softly: "Yichen, don't be too sad, the child is gone You can still regenerate, you are still young..."

Luo Yichen clenched his fists and did not speak.

Lu Zeyu sneered, leaning on the pillow and said, "Mr. Mo really cares about me, how do you know my child is gone? The maid only told you that my stomach hurts after lunch?"

Mo Sijin was stunned for a moment, and said, "That's because..."

"That's because you put medicine in the milk tea, so you are sure that my child is gone, right?" Lu Zeyu said, curling the corners of his lips.

When Mo Sijin heard the words, panic appeared on his face, and he said pitifully: "Yichen, I don't know why Her Royal Highness wanted to frame me... Don't blame him, maybe Her Royal Highness lost a child, I feel so sad..."

The door of the room opened, Han Yike walked in, Mo Sijin saw his body shaking, and hurriedly looked away.

Han Yike leaned against the door and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo really knows how to act. Didn't you give me a pack of medicine powder to kill Xiaoyu's child? After I refused, you still did it yourself..."