The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Li Anqi trembled, turning his head back intermittently, his body tense as he looked at the group of people behind him. His eyes were red, and his gaze was as sharp as a beast that had just broken free from its cage in hell. He slowly stood up.

Seeing her like this, Li Baoqin felt a pang of oppression in her heart. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "He's just a servant, so what if he dies... But I'm carrying the prince's child..."

Snapped!

A loud slap interrupted her.

Li Anqi slowly withdrew his hand, his palm burning with pain.

"This slap is for Xiao Dezi." Her voice was as cold as ice, her eyes radiating murderous intent. "Li Baoqin, remember this: I will make you pay for this debt in blood!"

A chill ran through Li Baoqin, and she unconsciously took two steps back, instinctively covering her vulnerable abdomen.

With a hint of confusion and helplessness in her eyes, Cuihong gently helped her up.

"What are you all doing?!"

A loud shout exploded like a thunderclap.

At the courtyard gate, Ling Luo's gray cloak fluttered in the wind, followed by Yu Yang.

His arrival made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

Ling Luo's gaze swept over the mess in the courtyard.

He saw Xiao Dezi's body on the ground, and finally his gaze fell on Li Anqi's cheek.

Ling Luo stepped forward slowly, each step feeling like it was treading on the hearts of everyone present.

He first silently wiped away the tears on Li Anqi's cheeks, then walked towards Li Baoqin with an invisible and powerful aura.

"Your Highness... Consort Qi is trying to harm the child in my womb! She dares to hit me!"

Li Baoqin covered half of her face, which was stinging and numb, her face full of resentment, looking like she was accusing someone, but she felt inexplicably guilty because of his intimidating presence.

"I saw it." Ling Luo bent down, picked up the blood-stained, mud-stained blue velvet hairpin, and hid it in her sleeve, her voice terrifyingly soft, "Then what are you afraid of?"

"I am not afraid! I only disciplined a servant just now. The death of a servant is not enough to vent my anger! Your Highness, please do justice for me!"

Li Baoqin collapsed to her knees, crying and begging, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.

When her first child died, Ling Luo was furious. She not only beat Li Anqi, but also punished Li Anqi by making him work as a servant in her Tianchang Garden, just to vent her anger.

She left Li Anqi's hands riddled with holes, but Ling Luo didn't utter a single word.

Li Baoqin was confident and resolute.

If Li Anqi harbors any more thoughts of harming his own child, he will surely be cast into the deepest hell by Ling Luo!

Ling Luo looked at Zhao Dequan, her profile sharp and angular, carrying a chilling aura that inspired fear: "What's going on?"

Zhao Dequan glanced guiltily at Li Baoqin and stammered:

"It was...it was Consort Qin who said that someone wanted to harm the Prince's offspring and ordered her subordinates to search Fuying Garden. Unexpectedly, they found a bottle of saffron...It must be Consort Qi who wanted to harm Consort Qin out of jealousy."

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, with a hint of disdain, as if she thought Zhao Dequan's acting was clumsy and that she could see through his and Li Baoqin's tricks at a glance.

He knew perfectly well that Li Anqi could never be jealous because Li Baoqin was pregnant...

Thinking of this, Ling Luo was suddenly struck where it hurt, and the suppressed resentment in her heart surged up for no reason.

"Who gave you the right to lay a hand on my concubine? Who gave you the audacity to trespass into the inner courtyard and overstep your bounds?!"

Ling Luo was practically gritting her teeth, and the air around her seemed to be frosted over.

The dozen or so guards trembled uncontrollably, feeling as if they were stepping into the gates of hell.

"Your Highness, it was me. Someone tried to harm my child. Shouldn't I fight back?"

Li Baoqin got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and gave Li Anqi a sarcastic look.

"What right do you have?!" Ling Luo took two steps closer to Li Baoqin, his gaze terrifyingly sinister.

Li Anqi, who was as tough as a rock, actually cried today... A soft spot in Ling Luo's heart softened slightly.

A mix of emotions welled up inside him—tenderness, bitterness, helplessness, hatred, regret—causing him to lose control.

Looking into Ling Luomo's dark and sharp eyes, Li Baoqin felt as if someone had suddenly pinched her heart, making her feel suffocated for a moment.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Li Baoqin's voice suddenly went hoarse, and she could not speak. Cold sweat soaked her clothes on her back.

She actually saw a hint of hatred in Ling Luo's eyes.

He hates himself?!

Why hate yourself?

Is this still Ling Luo?

I've helped him so much... Could it be that all that affection we shared in the past was just a lie?

wrong!

It must have been Li Anqi who sowed discord and said some seductive and malicious things to him!

That must be it!