Biting her lip, she felt that she couldn’t carry on like this, and she got off the bed.

Mo Qian’er opened the door and saw two guards rolling around on the ground in pain.

She knew that Lu Fenying’s subordinate had been merciful; this was the first time she saw him leave his opponents alive.

Mo Qian’er looked at Lu Fenying stubbornly. “Your Highness, this is Prince Zi’s house.”

Lu Fenying looked at her. The moonlight fell on him, making him look even colder and more ruthless.

Mo Qian’er subconsciously took a step back. She was scared of Lu Fenying. This was probably a shadow that she would never be able to shake off. However, even if she was scared, she had to face it.

“Mo Qian’er?” Lu Fenying called her name coldly.

There was suspicion and uncertainty in his voice, which sounded especially deep in the quiet night. It was as if he had grabbed her hand in the dark, scaring her and making it impossible for her to escape.

“Your Highness, it’s me.” Mo Qian’er walked out of the room and down the stairs in her inner garments. She raised her head and revealed a beautiful face that was even more lustrous in the moonlight.

Lu Fenying realized that her chin was no longer as sharp as before.

She didn’t look as weak as before.

She seemed to be doing well.

She was so happy after leaving him and running away. She was so happy that her body, which never grew fat, was starting to put on weight.

Lu Fenying’s eyes grew colder, and he felt an inexplicable emotion well up in his heart.

“You’re really not dead,” Lu Fenying said affirmatively.

Qian’er looked at him. The moonlight cast shadows on his face. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew that he must be furious.

After being with him for so many years, Qian’er could sense his emotions from his aura.

“Your Highness, why can’t you let me go?” Mo Qian’er asked, feeling conflicted. She had always wanted to know the answer.

If it was really because of Dragon Spirit Blood, he could just tell her.

But every time she asked this question, Lu Fenying never answered her.

“Why should I let you go? Do you feel wronged being with me?” Lu Fenying strode forward. Mo Qian’er wanted to escape, but he pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Her face hit his muscular chest and hurt her nose.

She felt a little dazed.

Lu Fenying had never been gentle with her; she was used to it.

“Your Highness, you’ll hurt the baby.” Qian’er subconsciously covered her belly.

Her pregnancy had never been as obvious as Gu Bailu’s, but it had probably grown a little too big because she had been eating and sleeping well.

Lu Fenying grabbed her chin. “You know that you’re pregnant with my child, but you want me to let you go? Mo Qian’er, are you dreaming?”

Qian’er frowned and looked at him. “Can I give you the baby after it’s born?”

Now that Su Muwei had recovered, Lu Fenying probably didn’t need the baby anymore.

Of course, Su Muwei’s recovery was just an illusion; she would relapse in less than half a year. Qian’er also wouldn’t really give him the baby; it was just a temporary measure.