Inside Mistress Rou's chambers, Jing Rong's agonizing screams echoed continuously from the bed, sounding almost entirely drained of strength.
Wang Yuru stood beside her, watching with a cold, mocking gaze. Suddenly, the corners of her lips curled upward as she lowered her voice. "I never took you for such a skilled actress. It's a pity Third Prince is currently standing guard right outside your sister's door—no matter how loudly you scream, it's all for nothing."
Upon hearing this, the midwife's fingers trembled slightly. She glanced down at the flat expanse beneath the quilt and swallowed hard, nervousness gripping her. "Prince's Consort, the Side Consort's stomach..."
Chapter 235