"Where is the Third Prince..." Ye Hanxing's cherry lips let out a soft moan, and his white and tender hands touched his swollen belly. His belly was bigger than that of ordinary women, but she was not pregnant with twins.

The delivery woman looked at the beautiful face of the Third Consort, which was covered with cold sweat. The fetus in her belly had been stuck in the delivery path for half a day. If it went on like this, something would happen.

This was the first royal grandson of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Several midwifes looked at each other and knew in their hearts that the Third Prince did not order them to let Ye Hanxing get into trouble.

"The Third Prince is going to discuss business. He will be back soon." The delivery woman comforted Ye Hanxing.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open.

The person who entered the room walked elegantly. He was dressed in a thin gauze dress and had a slightly plump figure. He had a faint smile on his face like a lotus flower and a gentle look on his face.

Although Ye Wanying was the younger sister of her stepmother, it was good to have a sisterly relationship with her since she was a child. Because Ye Hanxing was not good at the affairs in the manor, he took her to the Third Prince's Manor and the two sisters supported each other.

She gently moved to Ye Hanxing's bed and did not avoid the blood stain at all. Her hands, which were covered with dark red pellets, flowed on Ye Hanxing's belly, and there was a flash of coldness and jealousy in her eyes. She whispered, "I'm afraid that it's not easy to give birth to this child, right?"

"No, I'm going to give birth to this child for Sanlang!" Ye Hanxing endured the pain. His eyelashes fluttered slightly and he didn't see Ye Wanying's hostility. Instead, he tightly grasped the wrist of the person in front of the bed.

The competition for the throne in the imperial court was fierce. She gave birth to the first royal grandson and could also compete for some chips for the Third Prince.

"Your Highness, I'm deeply in love with you. Why don't I help you?" Ye Wanying put her hand on Ye Hanxing's belly with a smile and pressed him heavily.

"Ah-" Ye Hanxing screamed.

Her chaotic mind also became clearer. She reached out to grab Ye Wanying's hand, but at this time, she also saw that none of the midwifes in the room were there. She looked at Ye Wanying's ferocious face in horror and asked in a trembling voice, "What, what do you want?"

"Help my sister deliver the baby!" Ye Wanying smiled, and the ferociousness on her face disappeared like clouds. She gave a sharp look, and the two maids grabbed Ye Hanxing's hands from left and right.

"I'm sorry for offending you, Third Prince's wife. Please cooperate with us and don't let us hurt you." Ciaran said with a smile, with two dimples on her lips.

She vaguely remembered that this maid had expressed her loyalty to her not long ago.

Ye Hanxing felt desperate again and again. The pain in his abdomen made her unable to think. "Save... save me! Save my child."

A piece of smelly cloth was stuffed into Ye Hanxing's mouth.

After being pressed several times, the child was also pushed out of the delivery path. With a slight movement of his body, Ye Hanxing passed out.

"Puff!" A bucket of cold water splashed on her face.

"Congratulations, Imperial Concubine. You gave birth to a little royal grandson for the Third Prince, hahaha..." Ciaran had a mocking smile on her face as she stretched out her leg and kicked Ye Hanxing.

Ye Hanxing endured the weakness after giving birth, struggled to support himself, and murmured, "Where is my child?"

Ciaran threw a blood-stained child over in disgust. The moment Ye Hanxing hugged the child, tears began to flow down his cheeks.

The child's body was still warm, but why was he purple all over? Why didn't he cry?

"Sister, you're so lucky. This child is ten pounds in weight, aren't you?" Ye Wanying said with a sweet smile, as if she was harmless. She then changed the topic and said sharply, "It's a pity that he died."

"Ah-no!" Ye Hanxing held the child tightly and told himself that he was just asleep.

Ye Wanying snatched the child and threw him to the ground with a ferocious look on her face. Looking at Ye Hanxing, who climbed to the ground barefoot to hold the child, she clasped her chin and looked at her delicate face. "Do you really think that the abalone bird's nest that my mother gave you is for you to eat? It's your fault that you can't control your mouth. The child is not so big, how can you have difficulty? Haha."

Ye Hanxing had enough children. Holding him in his arms, he felt a burst of pain in his heart.

She had never expected that she would be so vicious as to treat her as her biological mother's stepmother.

"I think I've treated you well. I'll share everything I have with you. Aren't you afraid that Sanlang will find out about what you've done?" Ye Hanxing's teeth were chattering. If it wasn't for Ciaran holding down her shoulders, she would've pounced on that arrogant face, that hypocritical face, and torn it to shreds.

Ye Wanying's fingertips circled a strand of hair around her ear as she looked at Ye Hanxing with contempt.

"If it wasn't for Brother Yu's idea, would I be able to drive the midwife out?" Her faint words were like the thousand-year-old ice that chilled Ye Hanxing's heart. "You are too naive. I want the position of Third Prince's wife. In the future, my child will be the legitimate son and I will inherit the throne."

As she spoke, her hand gently caressed her abdomen.

Ye Hanxing's almond-shaped eyes were wide open. He pointed at Ye Wanying's belly with trembling fingers and asked, "You, you have one too?"

Ye Wanying nodded and shattered Ye Hanxing's last hope.

"He, why does he treat me like this..." Ye Hanxing's face was as white as paper, and his originally bulging abdomen became flat after the child was born. He was as weak as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"Because..." Ye Wanying whispered in Ye Hanxing's ear, "Because I told him that you are a bastard. When the Third Prince was on the expedition, you were lonely and couldn't bear to have an affair with the servant in the courtyard. Didn't you find that there was a servant named De in your courtyard?"

Xuanyuan Yu had been on patrol for three months. This child was pregnant the night before he left. It was only once, but it was really his child.

"I'll kill you!" Ye Hanxing's whole body shook, and all his blood rushed into his mind.

Before Ye Hanxing could pounce on her, Ye Wanying kicked her belly. Ye Hanxing's stomach ached and he crawled on the ground. He couldn't get up and his tears wet the ground.

She began to feel dizzy and her lower body was wet.

After some time.

"The Third Prince is back!" A maid outside the door said in a crisp voice.

"San... Sanlang..." Ye Hanxing lay on the ground, her hair hanging over her head. Her body was covered with blood, like a female ghost in hell.

Outside the door, Ye Wanying said coquettishly, "Brother Yu, it's so scary. I was born with a dead baby, and my whole body was purple. I just took a look at it, and now I'm so scared that my chest is pounding."

"Humph, I'll feed it to the dogs!" Xuanyuan Yu was full of coldness, and his handsome eyes were full of anger.

Through the door, Ye Hanxing heard it clearly. She had never seen Xuanyuan Yu like this. He was so cold-hearted. The child was indeed his biological daughter.

"I hate you!" Ye Hanxing shouted with all his strength. She climbed to the door like a worm and left a string of bloody handprints in the room.

Until her death, she did not ask Xuanyuan why he did not trust her.