Chapter 2011: Born with a Fate of Suffering

"Sadness doesn't have to be shown on your face."

At this time, the jailer came over to inspect.

Zhuang Yunshu couldn't help but ask: "Master Cha, do you know who killed Ji Wenyuan?"

The jailer said: "I know. It's His Highness the King of Qin."

"Prince Qin..."

Zhuang Yunshu glanced at Ji Tangtang subconsciously.

She knew about Ji Tangtang's obsession with Zhao Shu.

As expected, Ji Tangtang looked over and asked, "Excuse me, how is King Qin? Is he okay?"

She looked noble and aloof, but she had been extremely quiet since she came in. Even the jailer was embarrassed to speak loudly to her, so he answered with a great attitude.

"Prince Qin is not good," the jailer shook his head, "You have got into big trouble this time. Otherwise, can I put you in death row?"

Ji Tangtang couldn't help but hold the iron door and asked: "What happened to him?"

"It's not good anyway. How can I be more specific? How can I, a little jailer, know so much?"

The jailer became angry as he spoke and glared at them fiercely, "If it weren't for your accomplice, how could Prince Qin be like this? Prince Qin is my God of War in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If he has any shortcomings, even if you die ten thousand times, it won't be enough." Pay compensation!"

He regarded King Qin as his idol, and left angrily after saying this.

Ji Tangtang stared outside blankly and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhuang Yunshu said cautiously: "Tangtang..."

"Don't talk to me." Ji Tangtang's voice was cold, "It's all your and Ji Wenyuan's fault."

"Your brother is already dead, why do you still blame him?"

"I have to blame him."

Zhuang Yunshu was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed and he lowered his head to look at himself.

She was horrified to find that blood was flowing down.

I also started having severe pain in my stomach.

She let out a scream and squatted on the ground, clutching her stomach.

Ji Tangtang looked at her: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding... My stomach hurts, it hurts like hell..." Zhuang Yunshu shouted in horror, "Is there something wrong with the child? Tangtang, help me!"

The cry attracted the jailer.

The jailer wanted to scold him, but he was shocked when he saw Zhuang Yunshu's skirt covered with blood.

He quickly turned around and told the cell leader, who went out to look for Xu Hu again.

Xu Hu's expression did not change after hearing this, and he said: "Although it is appropriate to let her die, to avoid the Queen from asking questions in the future, you can go find a doctor and let her know."

The prison boss quickly went to find the doctor again.

The doctor checked Zhuang Yunshu's pulse and shook his head: "The child can't be saved."

The blood on Zhuang Yunshu's face instantly faded away.

She trembled and said, "How could this happen?"

The doctor said: "You are less than three months pregnant. The fetus is not sitting firmly. It looks tired and has not eaten well... It is expected that it will be difficult to support the fetus due to some stimulation and lack of Qi and blood. things in."

Zhuang Yunshu felt cold in his heart, grabbed the doctor's arm, and shouted: "Please, help me keep this child!"

The doctor took out his sleeves, shook his head and sighed: "It's useless. I'll give you a prescription to take to drain the blood. Try not to affect the future."

Zhuang Yunshu was stunned.

The doctor wrote Zhang Fangzi and put it on the ground, got up and left.

This was a prisoner who was imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishments. Naturally, he would not be so kind as to help her prepare medicine. Giving a prescription is already the most benevolent and righteous act.

Zhuang Yunshu burst into tears and was extremely sad.

Ji Tangtang said: "You don't have to be sad. If this is a boy, he will suffer a fate when he is born. It would be better not to give birth to him."