The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

"Yes!" The eunuchs responded in unison, taking the person to the torture chamber.

The entire courtyard was filled with wails of agony, and the stench of blood in the air seemed to carry a poisonous quality, capable of congealing the blood that flows through the body.

Zhao Dequan broke free from the restraints of the two eunuchs behind him, crawled to Li Baoqin's feet, and grabbed her skirt, pleading tearfully:

"Your Highness, didn't you say you'd take responsibility if anything happened? I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

Li Baoqin was also extremely dissatisfied.

Last time, when Li Anqi caused the death of her unborn child, Ling Luo's attitude was completely different from today's.

Li Baoqin gritted her teeth and questioned:

"Li Anqi took the lives of more than a dozen people with just a few words, which shows how vicious he is! How can Your Highness be so sure that Li Anqi is innocent?! If Your Highness does not give an explanation today, I would rather die in this Fuying Garden!"

Ling Luo's face turned cold, and he whispered in her ear, "Do you really want me to torture Zhao Dequan to make him confess everything?"

The moment the sound entered her ears, Li Baoqin was terrified.

She shuddered, and her face instantly turned pale.

How did he know?!

Li Baoqin looked at Zhao Dequan at her feet with a horrified gaze, and suddenly frowned!

It's all Zhao Dequan's fault for acting so fake; he dragged her down with him!

Li Baoqin snatched the dress from Zhao Dequan's hand: "Useless thing!"

She abruptly changed the subject, wrapping her arms around Ling Luo's arm with a pitiful expression: "Your Highness, I love this child too much, and I'm too scared, that's why..."

Ling Luo didn't want to hear her explanation and lightly brushed her hands away: "Someone, Consort Qin is pregnant and needs to rest. Help her back."

"Yes." Cuihong and several eunuchs stepped forward and forcibly helped Li Baoqin away.

Li Baoqin was still shaken. She looked back at Ling Luo with a conflicted expression, feeling as if she had stepped into thin air and was extremely uneasy.

Even though he knew she had framed Li Anqi, he did nothing and didn't reveal it to everyone.

Does this also mean that he actually still cares about me deep down?

Thinking of this, Li Baoqin convinced herself again, with a touch of relief and sweetness.

Everyone dispersed.

Li Anqi seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He lowered his head and looked at Xiao Dezi's corpse on the ground. Tears that had been suppressed in his eyes for a long time finally burst forth.

She took a deep breath, moaning softly as she straightened Xiao Dezi's wet clothes.

Seeing her vulnerable and crying, Ling Luo felt as if her heart had been torn into pieces, and she felt terrible.

"Enough!" Ling Luo frowned and grabbed Li Anqi's arm. "I will send someone to bring over a more sensible eunuch."

He was clearly trying to comfort her.

To Li Anqi, however, it sounded extremely jarring.

"Let go!" she roared almost explosively.

Ling Luo's arm stiffened for a moment, but she didn't let go; instead, she gripped it even tighter.

Ignoring Li Anqi's resistance, he forcibly picked her up and carried her back to the Nianhui Palace.

Bang! The bedroom door was slammed shut by him.

"Ling Luo, what are you doing? Let me out!" Li Anqi could no longer maintain her status as a concubine and punched his shoulder hard.

Ling Luo's face flushed, and he grabbed her hands and pressed them onto the bed: "Don't force me."

His voice was restrained yet hoarse, and Li Anqi sensed the danger within it.

Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Ling Luo released her and turned to leave: "You stay here and calm down. I'm going to take care of Xiao Dezi's funeral arrangements."

Besides Xiao Dezi's funeral arrangements, there were also the funeral arrangements for Zhao Dequan and the dozen or so guards.

Creak—bang—the bedroom door closed again, followed by the sound of it being locked.