Dou Qingyi's face turned deathly pale: "No... impossible... Qi'er is not Prince Jin's child... Qi'er is Your Highness's flesh and blood... he is Your Highness's flesh and blood! That night, the one who graced me was Your Highness—it was Your Highness!"
Lu Yuan refused to believe it; Lu Zhaoyan would coax him, would slowly make him accept it.
But Dou Qingyi's stubbornness only made him feel disgusted.
Lu Zhaoyan, holding Bao Shu, walked away without sparing her a glance.
Dou Qingyi grabbed his sleeve and choked out, "Your Highness, is it because of Bai Liu? Is it because Bai Liu cannot tolerate me?"
Lu Zhaoyan replied, "You have no right to mention her."
Dou Qingyi's tears fell like rain: "For Bai Liu... Your Highness is willing to abandon even your own wife and child?"
Lu Zhaoyan couldn't be bothered to waste words and walked away mercilessly.
When his sleeve slipped from her grasp, Dou Qingyi felt as if her heart had been wrenched away too.
