The next day, Wei Zi moved out of Du Yunrou's room.

She went to see him several times, but he avoided him.

Du Yunrou became thinner, but her belly became bigger day by day. In a blink of an eye, four months passed, and more than a month later, she should give birth.

The little guy in his belly seemed to be sucking her essence and blood. One day he grew up, and she was closer to death.

In fact, she couldn't bear to die. She didn't know whether Wei Zi loved her or not. She wanted to watch her child grow up. She didn't know if he would be nice to this child, and she couldn't let it go...

After coughing up blood for several days, Du Yunrou's life became more and more desperate. According to Bo Li, a woman came to the door in the Wei house every few days. She seemed to be very close to Wei Zi. Du Yunrou was full of belly and was unable to move, so she never saw the rumored woman until this day when the woman came to the door.

She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a goose yellow silk skirt, and the material looked very luxurious.

She stood in front of her, her chin was slightly raised, as proud as a peacock, her almond eyes glanced at her and her bulging belly: "Are you the wife of Brother Zidu?"

Du Yunrou's face was calm and she was not afraid of her arrogant attitude.

"My name is Qin Huier, Qin Yuan is my brother." She stared at Du Yunrou's face, her eyes were very undispersed, and she said contemptuously: "My brother said you are a strange woman, but looking at your look, how weird is it?" She said contemptuously.

"What does Miss Qin want to say?"

Du Yunrou held the teacup in her palm. She was always afraid of the cold. She would get cold hands and feet away from the bed. Only the teacup with a slightly hot palm could barely make her better.

Qin Huier proudly curled her lips: "I'm going to marry Brother Zidu. Today I'm here to tell you that I will be the real wife in the future! And you are a concubine!"

"Knock!" The teacup knocked lightly, and Du Yunrou suddenly raised her eyes and looked at her: "Is this what Wei Zidu meant?"

"It's what I mean." Wei Zi leaned against the door panel at some point, staring at her with cold eyes.

Holding the teacup, her hand tightened quietly, and her pale lips pursed: "Since it is my husband's intention, I wish you a happy marriage."

She stood up at the corner of the table and walked out lightly.

"Miss..." The old butler looked at her worriedly.

Although she is eight months pregnant, the eldest lady is now as thin as a piece of paper, as if all the flesh is supplied to her bulging belly, and she is still alive...

"I'm fine." She sat down in the pavilion, with a smile on the corner of her lips.

It's really okay. She has been living for a few days. What's the point of being a slave or a concubine...

Du Yunrou poured herself a cup of hot tea. The tea water spilled out and splashed on the back of her hand, and a thin red color suddenly appeared. But she didn't mind. She had experienced any pain, so what was this?

I heard that a person will return to peace when he reaches the extreme pain. Today, she has seen it. When he reaches the extreme pain, he will return to giving up. His heart is dead. What else can I do toss?

Forget it, it's quite tiring.

She felt unprecedented fatigue and felt so stuffy that her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe for a while.

Days pass by day.

The General's Mansion was very good. A month later, some maids and servants from the General's Mansion moved into Wei's house. There were more people and more things in Wei's house. The fiery red wedding cloth hung one after another, making the originally simple house look particularly festive.

She didn't leave the house, but she could feel the show of marriage this time, so it must be earth-shaking.

I wanted to go and see Wei Zidu's bride, but unfortunately, on the day Wei Zidu got married, she was about to give birth, and the midwife was busy. She probably had never met a woman as difficult as her.

She lay on the bed and breathed heavily, like a fish caught out of the water, her eyes were empty, and the midwife kept asking her to exert force more, but her whole body seemed to be out of water. How could she have much strength to use?

There were bursts of pain, and the more I shouted, the more painful it was...

She was cold all over and felt that one foot had stepped into the gates of hell.

But...child, her child!

"Madam Wei, please use more force!" said the midwife anxiously.

She wanted to laugh, but there was no Madam Wei. She was no longer Madam Wei. Unfortunately, she could only breathe heavily, and she couldn't pull out a smile on the corner of her lips.

"Ah...!!" She pillowed on a pillow that had been soaked in cold sweat, and her shrill voice almost broke through the beam of the room. Unfortunately... the lively Weizhai was welcoming the bride today. Who could find her miserable misery?

A faint sound of music came...

This festive voice seemed to be turning into a huge black vortex, rolling her in little by little. She couldn't struggle, and could only watch the endless black...

Wei Zidu... Wei Zidu...

Her eyes scattered, and she would only recite the name over and over again in her heart.

In a trance, she seemed to see the boy again. He stood in front of her, pursing his lips, and asked her seriously: "Do you like me?"

Wei Zidu...

I haven't let you down...

"Why are you...betray me..."

She murmured unconsciously, and the midwife's voice was anxious: "Madam Wei, please speak loudly, what did you say?"

"Cough...cough!cough...cough...cough!!"

Du Yunrou coughed violently, and black and red blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth...

This child... I'm afraid I can't give birth to it anymore.

The midwife comforted her, "Madam Wei! Hold on and use some more force!" Zidu...

You let me down...

Du Yunrou looked at the top of the bed with a scattered gaze unconsciously.

lobby,

The festive colors are within reach.

The handsome man was wearing a wedding robe, and the red robe made him look taller and taller. The woman holding the red silk was also wearing a wedding dress like fire...

This scene looks so familiar.

In a trance, someone thought of the woman who was holding a knife to celebrate that day...

Mrs. Wei...Du Yunrou...

Someone sighed, but no one spoke.

The sound of gongs and drums was filled with lively atmosphere in the wedding hall.

"Worship the heaven and earth!"

"General Wei!"

"General Wei..."

Before they could bow down, they were interrupted. The old housekeeper was stopped outside while breathing. He could only cry: "General, please go and see my lady, she... she is almost out of here..."


Chapter completed!