No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

Giving birth?

Guo Luoluo's brain was a little numb. It took her a moment to react before she understood what the Eighth Master was talking about.

When Zhang found out she was pregnant, she was still imprisoned in the clan prison.

While everyone's attention was on the clan house, Zhang secretly saved the child.

When she was finally pardoned and returned home, she was anxious to poison herself and recuperate, and ignored the affairs of other women.

Zhang's pregnancy was revealed because her six-month-old belly could no longer be hidden.

However, this child was conceived before Emperor Kangxi passed away, and the Eighth Prince was already at this age and still had no children, so it was impossible for him not to keep the child.

Guo Luoluo's health did not allow her to worry about these things, so she never saw Zhang again.

Does time pass so quickly?

Is Zhang about to give birth?

Guo Luoluo didn't know why the Eighth Master told him this, and her eyes were filled with confusion: "Master? Are you planning to give the child to... me?"

I don’t know how long her body can last. It would be great if she had a child so that she could be filial to her during the holidays.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a light in her eyes and looked straight at Mr. Ba.

Mr. Ba was burned by her gaze and shrank back, turning his head away.

"What's wrong?" Guo Luoluo felt a little panic in her heart.

Maybe it was because she was addicted to the Hibiscus Cream again, but her heart started beating uncontrollably again, "boom boom boom".

The Eighth Master sighed and said, "Today, His Majesty came to pass on his decree, asking me to... divorce you..."

Guo Luoluo suddenly stood up from the recliner and looked at him in disbelief.

Trembling all over, he said, "I've become such a horrible state, and they still won't let me go?"

She doesn't have much time left, and she has no children in this life, so she can only say that she will not have a good ending.

Those two were the most noble couple in the world, yet they didn't even give her a little dignity?

If she was divorced and sent home, not to mention her own miserable afterlife, would Guo Luoluo's daughter still have a way to survive?

And there is Prince An’s Mansion, where is the face left?

"Be careful with your words!" Mr. Ba was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly covered her mouth.

He looked around again and felt relieved when he saw that there was no one around.

Guo Luoluo was almost unable to breathe because she covered her mouth and nose.

The Eighth Master then let go and said sternly, "Are you trying to kill us all?"

"Master, are you blaming me now?" Guo Luoluo endured the pain all over her body, looked up and stared at him fiercely.

The Eighth Master said, "I am not so heartless. I will not divorce you."

It's not just because of the friendship between the young couple, but more importantly, divorcing a sick wife would give him a very bad reputation.

No matter what Guo Luoluo did, in the eyes of outsiders they were one and the same.

If he really divorced her when she was dying, what kind of person would he be?

Guo Luoluo's pale face flushed: "Really?"

"Master, are you going to disobey my order?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. She never expected that Mr. Ba had such deep feelings for her.

With such a husband, her life is worth it.

The Eighth Master shook his head and said, "If I were alone, I would resist this decree."

"But Zhang's child is about to be born, and I can't let him suffer from the moment he is born."

"so......"

Guo Luoluo felt cold in her heart, but she couldn't say she was disappointed. After all, she had never expected the Eighth Master to disobey the order for her.

She murmured, "Then...what else can we do?"

I dare not disobey the order, nor will I divorce her, so...

"I've asked the imperial physician, and you only have a few days left," the Eighth Master said with difficulty, "Why not..."

If she died directly because of this imperial decree, there would be no need to divorce her.

When a person dies, everything becomes empty and no one will chase after him.

After hearing this, Guo Luoluo's heart went even colder and her mind went blank for a moment.

But later I accepted my fate - it was the only way.

She can't be cured anyway, so it seems there's no difference between living one or two more days and dying today.

Moreover, she died just after the imperial edict arrived today, so she can still prepare for the funeral as the Eighth Master's legitimate wife.

More importantly, she could use her death to disgust those two.

She lay heavily on the chair, closed her eyes, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

"Just listen to me." After she said this, she was as calm as if she was asleep.

The drug and cravings had already taken effect, and her bones were aching, numb, and itchy, but this time it seemed less unbearable without the drugs.

Once you die, everything is in vain...

Mr. Ba personally fed her the medicine, watched her slowly stop breathing, and sat down on the ground.

He always attached great importance to etiquette and face in his life. This was the first time he sat on the ground so unruly, and his plain clothes were covered with dust and dirt.

He closed his eyes, and what appeared before him was Guo Luoluo on the day of her wedding, with a fair face and red clothes, and she was bold and unrestrained.

At that time, he also hoped that the two of them could grow old together and spend their lives together.

pity......

Before noon, the Fourth Master received news that Guo Luoluo was dead.

Now that the person is dead, of course Mr. Ba is unwilling to divorce his wife.

If the Fourth Master insisted on forcing him to do it, he would really be left with a reputation of being mean and ungrateful.

"Ha~ What a cunning Old Eight!" The Fourth Master laughed angrily.

He has mastered it now and is no longer the Fourth Master who would have a dark face and smash the tea bowl in his hand when he gets angry.

Lin Mingyan saw that his expression didn't change, but the temperature in the room had inexplicably dropped by several degrees, and she knew that he must be very angry.

He hurried over to persuade her: "Forget it, he's dead, so why would we, as living people, bother with a dead person?"

The Fourth Master played with her jade-white hand. There was a small scar on her index finger, which was left by the injury she suffered on the rockery when Linglan died that year.

This scar represents not only the death of a maid, but also the death that almost resulted in Honghui's death.

He would never allow the Guoluo family to enter the ancestral tomb of the Aixinjueluo family!

It doesn't matter if I die.

Then let her be crushed to ashes!

Of course, Cha Cha doesn’t need to know about this, and neither does anyone else. Lao Ba just needs to do it himself.

There are so many brothers, but the jobs are limited. If the eighth brother wants to move forward, he can use Guo Luoluo's funeral to exchange.

This time, the Eighth Master received a hint that as long as he crushed Guo Luoluo to dust, the job at the Clan Court would be his.

He sat in the courtyard, where he could hear the cries of his servants.

Everyone knows how to choose between a dead person and the future of a family.

Especially when he set his eyes on Zhang who was kneeling and crying, he had already made up his mind.

He could not and dared not let his son be born with a mediocre father.

"Ms. Zhang is pregnant, go back and rest~" He waved his hand, "You all go back too..."