In desperation, Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted immediately.

At this time, in the backyard, Nan Yunrou also heard the news of Ye Feng's return. She was so shocked that she quickly stood up with a pale face.

"Ye Feng is back, why is he back? Then the prince..."

no.

She can sit in this position only by relying on the fetus in her belly.

If people knew that her child was not the prince's, her fate would definitely be even more miserable than that of the Nanling couple.

Just when Nan Yunrou was panicking, the man hurriedly reported: "Princess, the prince... fell into the cliff of ten thousand meters and is already dead."

That person thought that Nan Yunrou was so excited because she was overly surprised when she heard the news about Ye Feng's return.

Therefore, he said even these last words with unbearability and pain.

After hearing what the guard said, Nan Yunrou was stunned.

She originally thought that the news of Jun Juechen's death would make her heartbroken.

But at this moment, she had never been so relaxed.

It was as if the heavy stone in my heart had fallen to the ground.

Let her eyes be filled with surprise and excitement.

The prince is dead.

Hahaha, Jun Juechen is dead.

From then on, no one can expose her, and she can sit in this position safely, and no one can pull her down again!

Suppressing her inner joy, Nan Yunrou pretended to be sad.

"I originally thought that the prince would come back, so I wanted to be his princess. Unexpectedly, he still left me."

She pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes and said sadly: "Let's go, I want to see Ye Feng. Even if the prince dies, I will raise this child to grow up for the prince."

After saying this, Nan Yunrou took the lead and walked out of the palace.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the old housekeeper did not ask anyone to help Ye Feng, who had fainted, to rest in the room, but left him in the woodshed.

As soon as Ye Feng opened his eyes, he thought of the bad news he heard today.

His heart hurt again, his throat felt fishy and sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Ye Feng endured the smell of blood in his mouth, stood up and staggered out.

Just then.

The door was pushed open.

Ye Feng was knocked back a few steps.

He steadied his steps, raised his head, and looked at the woman in front of him with a slightly bulging belly.

Nan Yunrou!

This name pierced his heart like a needle, making him furious and his eyes filled with anger.

"Did you kill the young prince?"

Nan Yunrou ordered someone to close the door, then strode towards Ye Feng, looking down at him condescendingly: "Jun Xiaomo is seeking death on his own, and he can't blame anyone."

"Besides, the person who killed him was not me, but Nan Yan. If Nan Yan hadn't appeared, Jun Xiaomo wouldn't have encountered so many dangers. If she was by my side, she would definitely be able to survive safely."

After all, the person who really killed Jun Xiaomo was Nan Yan.

"Oh, by the way," Nan Yunrou raised the corners of her lips and said with a half-smile, "Jun Juechen is dead, and those three little bastards are also dead. The child in my belly is Jun Juechen's only

heir."

"Whether it is the position of regent or the Night Palace, it will all belong to my son. Likewise, you are also my son's subordinate. If you don't listen to me again, I will let you die without a burial place!"

Her voice was gloomy, and her tone was full of pride and threat.


Chapter completed!