The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Looking at Xiao Yin, who was on the verge of emotional collapse, Su Rongrong's eyes showed no unease, but rather a firmness and composure.

She slightly raised her chin and said in a calm yet clear voice, "Xiao Yin, the only person I have ever loved is Xiao Ji, never you."

Xiao Yin's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

His body trembled violently, his hands gripping the dagger tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"You bitch, die!" he roared, completely losing control of his emotions, and plunged the dagger in his hand deep into Su Rongrong's abdomen.

Su Rongrong's body jolted, but a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Fresh blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her white clothes like blooming red plum blossoms.

As Xiao Yin drew his dagger to stab again, she said softly, "Xiao Yin, haven't you always wanted a child?"

Her voice was weak yet full of sarcasm, "Now that you've killed your own child, are you happy?"

Upon hearing Su Rongrong's words, Xiao Yin's movements suddenly froze, and the expression on his face instantly hardened.

His eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief, as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

"No, it can't be!" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling. "You must be lying to me, lying to me!"

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he instinctively wanted to deny Su Rongrong's words.

Su Rongrong looked at his panicked appearance, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

She shook her head gently and said weakly, "Xiao Yin, you've always lived in your own world, resorting to any means to gain power, but you've never truly cared about the people around you. Now, this is your retribution."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her body gradually lost its strength, until she slowly collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Yin stood there blankly, the dagger in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.

As he watched Su Rongrong's body gradually lose its vitality, a nameless panic welled up in his heart.

Su Rongrong's words kept echoing in his mind, as if countless needles were piercing his heart.

"No, no... it can't be, it can't be..." he murmured, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Xiao Yin shook Su Rongrong's body violently, shouting, "You lied to me, you lied to me, didn't you?"

Su Rongrong's lips moved slightly, as if she was trying to say something.

Xiao Yin's heart tightened, filled with a strange mix of anticipation and unease. He quickly leaned close to her lips, trying to hear her faint voice.

Su Rongrong's breath was extremely weak, and each word she uttered seemed to take all her strength. She weakly said, "In...in my arms."

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible to Xiao Yin unless he was very close.

Xiao Yin was slightly taken aback, but instantly understood. His hand trembled slightly as he slowly touched Su Rongrong's chest.

His fingertips touched Su Rongrong's cold skin, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he pulled out the blood-stained paper, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He carefully unfolded the paper, and in the dim light, he looked closely and realized it was a prescription for a pregnancy-preserving medicine.

The handwriting on the prescription was somewhat blurred, but the names of the various medicinal herbs were still legible.

Xiao Yin's gaze froze instantly, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart that was hard to describe.

A strange light flickered in Su Rongrong's eyes, a kind of vengeful pleasure.

Her lips moved again, and she said with difficulty, "Two, two months, male, male fetus..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly stiffened, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and then she breathed her last.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yin felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he immediately let out a terrified scream.

The sound was sharp and shrill, as if it were a painful cry from the depths of his soul.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his face contorted in a near-grossing expression, as if he were suffering immense pain.

He roared madly in place like a trapped beast.

The sound echoed through the empty, desolate palace, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, Xiao Yin realized something.

His hands trembled as he frantically tried to cover the bleeding wound, but the blood flowed out like a burst dam, impossible to stop, gushing out between his fingers and instantly staining his hands red.

"No, it can't be..." His voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair and regret.

He never imagined things would develop this way, let alone that Su Rongrong would be pregnant with his child.

He held Su Rongrong's gradually cooling body tightly, and then burst into tears.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes and dripped onto Su Rongrong's face, then she burst into wild laughter.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ji and his group finally caught up.

At this moment, thick black smoke filled the night sky, and the flames illuminated the entire Cold Palace as if it were daytime.

The raging flames licked at everything around them, crackling and popping.

Xiao Ji and the others rushed over, and when they stepped into the cold palace filled with thick smoke and fire, the scene before them stunned everyone.

The raging flames illuminated the surroundings in a fiery red glow, waves of heat rolled in, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood.

Xiao Yin sat quietly in the firelight, holding Su Rongrong, without moving.

Xiao Yin's head was slightly lowered, and his hair was scattered messily on his forehead, covering half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression at this moment.

His body was in a peculiar kneeling posture, as if he were confessing something.

"Your Highness, look at the Crown Prince's chest." Tian Qi's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with surprise and panic.

Everyone's gaze followed the direction Tian Qi pointed, and they saw a gleaming dagger embedded in Xiao Yin's chest.

The dagger was deeply embedded in his chest, and bright red blood slowly flowed out along the blade.

The blood stained his clothes, dripping down to the ground and mingling with the blood flowing from Su Rongrong's body, creating a particularly shocking sight in the firelight.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere filled the air, as if even the sound of flames burning had become faint.

A complex emotion flashed in Xiao Ji's eyes, a mixture of disgust for Xiao Yin's actions and sorrow for his tragic end.

He frowned slightly, stood there quietly, watching the scene before him, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

The other guards stood quietly to the side, none of them speaking.

Looking at the corpses of Xiao Yin and Su Rongrong, a sense of sorrow welled up in their hearts.

The once high and mighty crown prince has now fallen to such a state.

Su Rongrong fought her whole life, but in the end, all she got was a handful of yellow earth.