Chapter 1109 Heart stagnation, childbirth

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Hong Zhao glanced at him meaningfully and continued to concentrate on reading the books in his hand.

Zhuge Jinqing curled his lips, brushed away his clothes, and sat not far from her.

"You did this simply because you suspect that the eunuch maid in the palace had a traitor. However, you didn't find any clues, you can only see any clues from these records. Look, what I'm right?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you..."

Hong Zhao changed his previous attitude and revealed deep helplessness in his faint smile.

"Unfortunately, there is no useful record here, and the clues have been completely interrupted."

"Even the cabinet has no useful clues, this is really strange."

Grabbing at his chin, Zhuge Jin thought about it and frowned slightly.

"Hongzhao... are you sure the direction of your investigation site is correct?"

"What do you mean?"

Hong Zhao's heart twitched slightly, and he looked at him seriously.

"You suspect that I was wrong in the beginning?"

"Well...is there something wrong with this?"

Zhuge Jinqing was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Hong Zhao's reaction to be so strong.

"After all... sometimes everything you think is not what the enemy thinks. The danger you think does not exist, but the real danger is exactly yourself."

Hong Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body repeated stiffly.

"I...is the one in danger?"

How could it be? Hong Zhao covered her head unacceptably and recalled the beginning of all this.

Could it be that since she met the two palace maids, she had already entered the enemy's trap. From beginning to end, she could only see them in the corridor, and all the others saw was she wandering around the place alone? This was simply creepy!

The coldness spread from her toes to her body, and her body was shaking with a pale face. Seeing that something was wrong, Zhuge Jinqing immediately stepped forward to support her.

But holding the temperature of the ground in his hand, the coldness surprised him. He knew that Hong Zhao was a sword spirit, and his body temperature must be different from that of ordinary people. However, the residual warmth at this moment did not look like a surviving person at all, but like a dead person.

For some reason, such a cognition scared him so much that his hands trembled slightly, and his lingering fear lingered in his heart, unable to let go.

"Hong Zhao...what's wrong with you? Why is your body...so cold?"

Hong Zhao opened her faint thin lips in sweat, her expression tired and dim.

"I'm fine, I'll just take a break."

"Okay, I'll take you to rest right away!"

Zhuge Jinqing didn't dare to delay, and hugged her in circle and wanted to go to the next room. Unexpectedly, halfway through the way, the severe pain hit her chest without warning. Hong Zhao suddenly clenched tightly, trying to relieve the pain, but afterwards, there were waves of torture.

Overwhelmed by her, she fainted straight in Jin Qingdi's arms.

Zhuge Jinqing had never encountered such a situation before. His face changed drastically and bent down and picked him up, quickly rushing out of the door.

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"Hurry up! Hurry up, bring the hot water in!"

Nanmu stood at the door anxiously, watching the maids keep coming in and out, and he can only look at the scene inside the house from a distance.

Hearing her screams louder and gasped hysterically. He felt bad in his heart, and he wanted to go in and share half of the pain.

But it turns out that he is doomed to do nothing.

Now, the only thing he can do is to keep praying to heaven, praying for their mother and son to be safe and sound.
Chapter completed!