Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

"By the way, husband." Ruoer said.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yin looked at the person in his arms.

Ruo'er raised her head slightly, her curved willow-leaf eyebrows slightly frowned, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the breeze, revealing a trace of worry and sadness, and whispered softly: "Noble Lady Luo...she...and the matter of the Fourth Prince, is there anything strange about it?"

Ruo'er never really believed that the death of the Fourth Prince was just a simple accident, and there must be someone else secretly involved.

When this matter was mentioned, Luo Yin's originally calm face was instantly shrouded in sorrow, his eyes flashed with resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The death of the Fourth Prince must have been caused by those vicious people in the harem!"

Not only that, the aristocratic families of the previous dynasty must have been involved as well!

After all, some people are jealous of the fourth prince for being the only one favored by the emperor!

Thinking about the death of the Fourth Prince and the loss of Luo Qin, their Luo family had no one to rely on, and Luo Yin hated those women in the harem.

It’s a pity that the Luo family has declined and can’t do anything to those noble families, but they definitely can’t swallow this humiliation. Now they can only rely on the emperor’s feelings for their daughter of the Luo family and unite with him to avenge Luo Qin!

The more Luo Yin thought about it, the angrier he became. Originally, their Luo family had already been appreciated in the court because of the relationship between Luo Qin and the Fourth Prince. In the future, the emperor would follow the example of the previous emperor and pass the throne to his favorite prince. Then they would rely on this marriage relationship to move up a level and become the emperor's uncle. Unfortunately...

Luo Yin clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to crush the mastermind behind the incident.

Seeing her husband's sinister expression, Ruo'er said worriedly: "My husband..."

Luo Yin suddenly came back to his senses. When he turned his gaze to the eight-month pregnant woman beside him, the hostility on his face quickly receded like a tide, and was replaced by a gentle look.

He gently stretched out his arms, took Ruo'er into his arms, and said softly: "Don't worry about this matter, I will handle it properly. Ruo'er, your body is getting heavier now, and the child in your belly is the most important thing. Don't think about it anymore, and you must take good care of yourself."

"Yes." Ruo'er nodded meekly, her beautiful eyes revealing a feeling of attachment, and she replied in a tender voice, "My lord, don't worry, I will take good care of myself and our unborn child."

Having said that, Ruo'er's eyes suddenly dimmed, her slender hands tightened unconsciously, and an indescribable sourness surged in her heart.

A few days ago, her mother asked her about her elder sister's condition and whether her elder sister was about to give birth.

But now faced with this sudden bad news, she really didn't know how to tell her mother about it...

Forget it, let my brother take care of my mother more. She is old and in poor health. She can’t stand any stimulation.

……

Xie's mansion.

Inside Muhua Courtyard.

The man sat on the corridor in a daze, like a sculpture, his deep eyes looking up at the flying snow in the sky, as if he wanted to see someone far away in the palace through the snowflakes.

The man's face was as handsome as a sculpture. Under his high nose bridge, his lips were slightly pursed, revealing a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

He was wearing a cloak, just sitting there quietly, and after a moment, he stretched out his slender fingers, caught the snowflakes falling from the sky, and watched the icy white snowflakes gradually turn into water droplets in his palms, as if they were his tears of longing.

Xie Yun's heart was filled with longing for Aqin. This longing surged into his heart like a tide, making him unable to extricate himself and regretful.

He didn't know why he had been feeling depressed these past few days, perhaps because the weather was cold, or perhaps because he was worried about her safety in the palace.

He imagined Aqin's life in the palace. Would the emperor protect her? Would she be wronged?

These worries made him feel even heavier.