He knew that Mo Qian’er valued the baby more than anything else.
That was why she had run away: to protect the baby.
But now, she said that she would give him the baby…
She wanted to break away from his heart, which was more important to her than her baby.
What had turned her into a mother who didn’t even want her own child?
Where was the kind Mo Qian’er who cherished everything?
“Your Highness, it’s useless for me to go back. Miss Su has recovered, and I don’t have Dragon Spirit Blood anymore…” Mo Qian’er said gloomily.
“What?!” Lu Fenying’s expression changed drastically. He looked at her in shock. “What did you say?”
Mo Qian’er looked up at him with limpid and tender eyes. “The Dragon Spirit Blood is gone. My blood now no longer has any effect. I’m no longer a person with Dragon Spirit Blood, and I can’t do anything for Your Highness anymore. Please let me go, Your Highness.”
Lu Fenying grabbed her wrist. “Is that true?”
“It’s true. I really don’t have Dragon Spirit Blood anymore. If you take me back, you’ll become enemies with Prince Zi. There’s no need to take me back, right?” Mo Qian’er said calmly.
“You bastard! How can you lose the Dragon Spirit Blood?!” Lu Fenying grabbed her wrist and dug deep into it with his fingernails to draw blood. He licked it.
He promptly vomited. It really wasn’t Dragon Spirit Blood.
Dragon Spirit Blood had its own spiritual power and had a sweet scent.
This only had the scent of blood.
Mo Qian’er knew that he would be angry, but she wasn’t surprised. She endured the pain and said, “I’ve suffered for so many years because of Dragon Spirit Blood. Can you let me go, Your Highness?”
If it wasn’t for the Dragon Spirit Blood, she could have been content as a slave. If she committed the worst offence, she had least had the right to die.
“Let you go? I thought you were dead. I even sought out the Nether King, the man who touched you. You’re telling me to let you go now? Mo Qian’er, stop dreaming.” Lu Fenying lowered his head and kissed her.
The damn woman had actually swapped out her Dragon Spirit Blood.
Who was capable of such a thing?
He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he didn’t know what to do with Mo Qian’er. Kill her?
Impossible!
Hit her? She was pregnant.
There was no point in scolding her. He picked Mo Qian’er up, kicked the door open, and threw her onto the bed.
It wasn’t that Mo Qian’er didn’t resist, but she was still feeling shocked at Lu Fenying’s words. What had he just said?
Why did he look for the Nether King?
There was only one reason for him to do so, and that was to revive her.
So, he didn’t even want to let her die.
“Why would you do that?” Mo Qian’er howled. What was she going to do? Was she going to be under his control forever, not allowed to even die?
“I’m your master, and you’re just a slave. You can’t die until I let you die.” Lu Fenying tore off her clothes and buried his head between her breasts.
Mo Qian’er gritted her teeth to refrain from screaming. Why? Why was this happening?
“Your Highness, I don’t have Dragon Spirit Blood anymore.” She had to remind him that she was useless without Dragon Spirit Blood. Why was he still so obsessed with a slave?