Lin Xuan'er was forced to tilt her body backwards again and again by strangers like her. Yu Zixia's terrifying expression made her even more uneasy. Although she was not crazy, she seemed to have lost her mind. A madman is not scary, but what is scary is a heart that has lost its mind.

Yu Zixia took back her body pressing against Lin Xuaner and said coldly: "Are you sure, are you really willing to bear all the mistakes alone?"

Yu Zixia looked proud. Lin Xuan'er didn't want to look at her ugly face, so she also said coldly: "Tell me, what do you want me?"

Lin Xuan'er also had a high aura, but if she could resolve this matter, she would do it unshirkable even if she wanted to die.

"Don't worry, I won't want you to die so soon. I want you to make Song Jingran hate you first. The deeper the hatred, the better." Yu Zixia looked at her with a gloomy face. Since they were in love, she would look at them hating each other.

Lin Xuan'er glanced at her with anger. She also wanted Song Jingran to hate her, but every time she saw the face of her deep love, she couldn't control her desire to lean in. Is it her cowardice or her lack of love.

At this time, a baby's crying sound disturbed Lin Xuan'er's thoughts. When she heard the sound, a maid came over pushing the baby basket.

Lin Xuan'er glanced at Yu Zixia inexplicably, and Yu Zixia said disapprovingly, "Go and have a look, it's his child after all."

Although Lin Xuan'er didn't understand Yu Zixia's movements, she still walked over by chance. Looking at the cute child, she felt a warm feeling in her heart. I don't know if it was related to her own child or just Song Jingran;

Suddenly, the child's bright red mouth spit out white liquid. Lin Xuan'er looked nervously and found a small black porcelain bottle in the baby's arms. He picked it up curiously and saw that the child was about to twitch. She remembered Yu Zixia, turned around and said angrily, "What did you give the child?"

"Isn't it in your hands?" Yu Zixia smiled meaninglessly.

Lin Xuan'er glanced at the small porcelain bottle in her hand in unknown detail and asked, "What is it here?"

Yu Zixia smiled, "It's nothing, it's just some chronic poison."

"You..." Lin Xuan'er said angrily, "The child is still so young, how can you attack him?" Lin Xuan'er didn't know why Yu Zixia's intention was Xiaohui's child, but the child was innocent in the end.

Yu Zixia stood up and took two steps towards her, "Who said I did it? That poison is in your hands."

Lin Xuan'er was slightly stunned, as if she realized Yu Zixia's intention.

"If Song Jingran knew what he would think if you poisoned his child." Yu Zixia looked at her with a sinister smile. This was just the first step she implemented.

Lin Xuan'er looked at her with anger and looked at the child worriedly, "If you achieve your goal, I hope you can give the antidote to the child."

"It's a pity that there is no antidote for this medicine. Life and death can only depend on his own fortune." Yu Zixia glared at the child fiercely. She was very happy with this method of killing multiple goals in one fell swoop.

"You..." Lin Xuan'er wanted to say something else, but Song Jingran's figure appeared not far away. I thought everything was arranged by Yu Zixia again.

Yu Zixia glanced behind Lin Xuan'er's eyes, guessing that it was Song Jingran who came, so she ran to the child, pretending to be panic and shouted, "Zihan, what's wrong with you, Zihan..."

Lin Xuan'er watched her skillful performance and could only stand aside with a small porcelain bottle, waiting for the next storm to come.

Song Jingran looked at Lin Xuan'er inexplicably, wondering why she was here, and even thought that she had hallucinations because of her longing. However, Yu Zixia's crying sounded back his complicated thoughts and walked to the child's side a few times.

Looking at the child foaming at the mouth, Song Jingran was so panicked that she was at a loss. She pinched Yu Zixia's shoulders and asked with an unknown look: "What's going on?"

Yu Zixia's face was flustered, and there was no pretentiousness at all. She shook her head and said with ignorance, "I don't know, Concubine Xuan suddenly came here and said she wanted to see the child, and then the child was like this."

Song Jingran looked at Lin Xuan'er with anger and unknown expression. Seeing her indifferent look, he felt a little disappointed. He accidentally glanced at the porcelain bottle in her hand, reached out and snatched it over, looked at the porcelain bottle, turned to Lin Xuan'er, and asked coldly, "What is this?"

"Chronic poison." Lin Xuan'er did not dare to look at him. She was afraid that she would see anger and hatred towards herself from his eyes.

Song Jingran suppressed his anger and asked again: "Do you drug the child?"

"Yes..." Lin Xuan'er answered neatly, her fingernails were buckled into the palm of her hand. She did not feel the pain, but tried her best to endure it.

Song Jingran waved her hand irrationally. Lin Xuan'er only felt the darkness in front of her eyes and fell to the ground. Her face was hot and hot. She thought that a fire burned in her heart. She held back her tears and used indifference to relieve the heat in her heart.

Song Jingran lost his mind because of anger and did not notice Yu Zixia's smile on the side. Yu Zixia instantly changed into a simple and ignorant face, "Jingran, don't be angry first, let's save the child first."

Song Jingran glared at Lin Xuan'er, glanced at Yu Zixia from the bottom of his eyes, turned around and picked up the child, and hurriedly left.

Yu Zixia also followed, took two steps, paused for a moment, and said to Lin Xuaner with a proud look on his face, "You can leave now."

After Yu Zixia finished speaking, she hurriedly followed Song Jingran's direction.

Lin Xuan'er was still sitting on the ground, sitting for a long time, with a dull look and crystal tears rolling in her eyes, but it never dripped. She didn't blame Song Jingran for being angry. She believed that after he woke up, he would adjust all his thoughts, but she would rather he never sort out the matter.

Lin Xuan'er sat on the ground for a long time until a pair of brocade shoes appeared in her eyes. She didn't care who it was, and she didn't even look up and take a look.

A hand appeared in her eyes. Lin Xuan'er retracted her senses and looked up powerlessly. Danpo appeared in front of her with her bulging abdomen. She was a little surprised, but she was still suppressed by her heavy psychology.

Seeing that she was still moving, Anpo said coldly: "Why, I plan to just sit like this?"

Lin Xuan'er sighed deeply, then stood up with her tired body and mind.

Seeing that there were traces of blood in the corner of her red and swollen mouth, Anpo took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to her. Lin Xuan'er looked at her inexplicably. Anpo said, "Are you planning to go back to the palace like this?"

Lin Xuan'er took the small porcelain bottle and felt a mess.

Seeing that she was still holding the porcelain bottle, Anpo simply took it over again, took out the brocade handkerchief from her waist, poured the powder in the porcelain bottle on the brocade handkerchief, and applied it directly to her swollen face;

Lin Xuan'er let out a soft hissing because of the pain of touching, and then she felt a hint of chill on her hot face, and the pain also decreased a little.

Anpo signaled her to hold the brocade handkerchief and apply it to her face, and sat down clumsyly; Lin Xuan'er also sat down stupidly.

Danpo glanced at her in a daze, but said meaninglessly: "Instead of being tortured by her, why don't you explain this to him clearly, so that it will be fair to everyone."

Lin Xuan'er glanced at An Po in confusion. She seemed to know about this, but she still didn't want to admit it, so she chose to remain silent first.

"Don't be confused, I heard all your words." An Po still looked as if nothing had happened. Although she was surprised, she was not shocked, because as long as she had the intention to analyze it, it would not be difficult to guess the matter. As for Song Jingran, maybe she was confused by the authorities, and perhaps he still had doubts that he had not solved.

Lin Xuan'er looked at her solemnly. Except for Song Jingran, she no longer cared about this matter. At least An Po would not say it easily.

"What I want now is not fairness, but everyone can live well." Lin Xuan'er looked expressionless. Sometimes she wondered whether she dared not face Song Jingran or was she really worried that he would have a conflict with Gao Jin because of her child.

"People who seem to live well may not be really happy because they live unreal." An Po hinted intentionally or unintentionally, and finally respected her own decisions, because she also needed time to investigate this matter clearly.

Lin Xuan'er looked at her thoughtfully. Can she really make her child's life experience last for the rest of her life? This is unfair to the child and is even more cruel to Song Jingran. In the end, she will be a sinner, but at this moment, she was really confused. She suddenly remembered that Cui'er was still waiting for her.

Lin Xuan'er stood up and said hurriedly: "I have something to do, I have to leave immediately. The child's poison, you can go to Linnan Hutong to find a miracle doctor, and he may be able to save the child." As she said that, she picked up the hat on the table and left quickly.

Seeing her hurrying look, Anpo could guess a few things. However, her words reminded her of the children, hoping that innocent lives could be blessed by God.

After Lin Xuan'er hurriedly left, she returned to the place she agreed with Lin Mo. When she arrived, Lin Mo was already wandering here anxiously. When she saw her figure, she looked around, met her, and took it straight and left quickly.

Cui'er and Xiaoying knelt in front of the stone tablet, burning yellow paper from time to time, and were anxious; the hurried footsteps behind them made the two even more nervous.

A servant came over and nodded and said, "It's getting late, should I return to the palace?"

This was the second time the attendant came to urge him. In order to avoid him distinguishing the difference in voice, Xiaoying could only pretend to cry and lower her head.

Cui'er had an idea, walked in front of the servant, and said gracefully: "The Empress misses her very much. Please give her more time to comfort her."

The attendant also said politely: "Miss for work, my subordinates are also ordered to do things. If I miss the time to return to the palace, it is difficult for me to explain."

Cui'er smiled and nodded and said, "If you have time, the general will go prepare the car, and the empress will arrive later."
Chapter completed!