Yuan Qingling held the imperial staff in her sleeve bag with both hands. Once the carriage was driven, it would be useless to scream inside.

Calling is never a weapon.

"Is the prince planning to hold me hostage?" Yuan Qing asked with a face of Linghan.

King An laughed twice. "What are you doing so vigilantly? I won't eat you anymore, I'm just sending you back to your house."

This sentence won't eat you. It made Yuan Qingling think of his humble look as if he sniffed a handkerchief, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

She moved to the side and kept a certain distance from him, but the carriage was not spacious and he was born tall. No matter where he hid, the oppressive feeling formed by his height forced her to feel unable to breathe.

Yuan Qingling resisted his disgust. "Then I want to thank the prince?"

King An moved to her, and the smell of agarwood came towards her with his head and mind. The smell of agarwood was originally very pleasant, but Yuan Qingling now only felt that he wanted to vomit. He never wanted to smell this smell again in his life.

"I heard," his eyes slowly raised. He looked at Yuan Qingling with his eyes straight, his eyes were free and evil, "You are pregnant with the third son, why are you so lucky?"

He actually reached out to touch Yuan Qingling's belly.

Yuan Qingling took out the imperial staff with one hand and pressed it against his chest. He said angrily: "Don't come over."

King An looked down at the imperial stick, curled his lips and smiled. "This is the imperial stick given to you by the Supreme Emperor? I heard that you can beat the foolish king and the greedy ministers. I even heard that you used this imperial stick to hit the third brother, and it was so satisfying to beat it?"

He snatched it away with one hand, held it in his hand, and looked carefully, "The handmade work of the emperor's grandfather is indeed excellent, and every carving is very exquisite. The emperor's grandfather really loves you. Do you know that because of you, the salted fish of Lao Wu turned over."

He looked at Yuan Qingling with a smile, "Do you want to use this imperial stick to hit me?"

His body leaned over, and his chest almost pressed against Yuan Qingling's belly. He smiled, and the corners of his eyes were still blooming with peach blossom patterns, like a fan with light folds. "It's a pity that you can't hit it. Now you are in my hand. If I take a dagger, I will stroke your belly like this, and then another stroke..."

He said while doing movements. His finger was right in front of Yuan Qingling's eyes, gentle, but made a venomous posture.

His eyes kept looking at Yuan Qingling, trying to dig out panic and fear from her eyes, and he got what he wanted. When she saw Yuan Qingling showing a horror, her body trembled gently, and even her lips became so scared that it turned pale.

"I will take out your child," he continued, his eyes full of bloodthirsty and excited, "What should you do? The bloody baby, who has not yet known to open his eyes and falls into my hands, what should you do?"

He couldn't help laughing when he saw the panic in Yuan Qingling's eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he saw the panicked eyes calm down, showing a cold and firm look. Her hand quickly shook and something sprayed at him.

He had no time to hide, but in fact he couldn't hide, because his face was close to Yuan Qingling.

He only saw a bottle shaking, his eyes stinged sharply, something penetrated into his nose, and he sneezed repeatedly, almost unable to stop.

Yuan Qingling made a difficult move for her now.

He kicked his ancestral hall, and amid the strange scream of pain, he took back the imperial stick, lifted the curtain, and said sternly to the handlebars: "Stop, your prince is almost dead."

When the handlebar heard King An's scream of pain, he quickly stopped the carriage. Yuan Qingling sprayed pepper water at King An again, lifted the curtain and walked out, turned around and swung the imperial staff and hit King An's head heavily. King An couldn't even open his eyes, but his face was full of rage, but he still sneezed.

She said coldly: "You asked me just now whether it was pleasant to beat King Wei. I forgot to answer, it was pleasant, but it was better than I beat you."

Seeing that King An was beaten, his eyes became angry, but Yuan Qingling had already jumped down and landed steadily without falling. Then he hit the horse's butt with a stick and shouted, "Go away!"

The horse suffered a pain, pulled the carriage and ran away.

Behind him, the guard chased after him and looked at Yuan Qingling in surprise, "Princess, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Yuan Qingling held his stomach before his whole body trembled and his teeth fought.

On the streets in this winter, the wind was cold, but Yuan Qingling looked pale and sweated profusely.

She slowly leaned against the shop gate next to the street, sat down slowly, and breathed heavily.

When Madam Xi chased after her, she grabbed Madam's hand and then grabbed it hard, "Go home, let's go home."

Seeing her like this, Madam Xi was so scared that she was so scared that she didn't ask anything and helped her get onto Princess Ji's carriage.

When Madam Xi helped Man'er out, she saw that Prince An's carriage had left. Princess Ji heard her say and immediately asked her to get on the carriage to chase her.

Princess Ji was in the carriage. When she saw Yuan Qingling coming up, she covered her mouth and left.

Yuan Qingling said weakly: "No need to cover it up, your disease is no longer contagious."

The carriage was not big, and Madam Xi could not sit together, so she asked them to go home first. Madam Xi and Man'er thought of a way to go back.

Seeing her pale expression, Princess Ji asked, "What did King An do to you?"

Yuan Qingling looked at her and suddenly remembered that Princess Ji looked at Prince An’s back yesterday, and her eyes were clearly gloomy and cold, "How is Prince An? In your opinion."

"Ghost, evil ghost!" Princess Ji said lightly.

Yuan Qingling shuddered when he remembered the expression of King An when he said he wanted to dig out her baby, "That's right, he is an evil ghost."

"How did he treat you?" asked Princess Ji, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Yuan Qingling informed Princess Ji about the incident next to Ruyi Room and on the carriage just now. She knew that she shouldn't confess everything to Princess Ji, but she was really uncomfortable. Lao Wu hadn't come back yet, and he was in a state of great difficulty now, so he knew that this matter must have gone to Prince An to fight hard.

Princess Ji sighed and said, "You are pregnant now, avoid him. Also, don't tell Lao Wu about this."

"Why?" Yuan Qingling asked.

Princess Ji looked at her, serious and serious, "King An is not a lunatic. This is not something he can do normally. He did this on purpose. What is his purpose? Have you ever thought about it?"

Yuan Qingling has been busy these two days and his mind is basically in a state of crash. He has never thought about it.

Princess Ji patted her hand, which was a deep comfort, and then said: "The attack on King Qi and you are all counted on Yuwen Jun's head. However, I am sure that this thing was not done by him. He may have thought of doing it, but it must not be the present, so he is just a scapegoat, and the real murderer is King An."

"So cruel!" Yuan Qingling was shocked.
Chapter completed!