Emperor Jiuyin

boom!

Thinking deeply is like being struck by lightning!

She clenched her hands tightly and looked at him in disbelief!

But the sarcasm on the lips of the man in front of her was so obvious that all the rest of her words were blocked in her throat.

A flash of coldness flashed in Xiao Zonghan's eyes:

"People like you should have died a long time ago. Don't worry, if you really die, I will definitely let the entire Young Marshal's Mansion be dressed in red and colorful to celebrate!"

With a "bang" sound, the door closed.

Shen Siyin collapsed on the ground helplessly. She couldn't bear Xiao Zonghan at all now.

The hands don't obey the command and tremble like chaff.

Elder Lin's words echoed in his ears again: "Madam, your body...if you are healthy, you should still have one year left..."

Feeling as if her whole body had been crushed over and over again, Shen Siyin pulled the pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth.

The pain from the illness was not as bearable as she imagined. Her intestines felt like they were being pulled out inch by inch. In order not to alarm Xiao Zonghan, Shen Siyin gritted her teeth and endured.

…

night.

Cool and thin as water.

Shen Siyin stood outside the door for a long time before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

Xiao Zonghan raised his head and his eyes fell on her.

"Zong Han, you are looking for me..." Shen Siyin was wearing the same clothes as usual, and her hair was pulled up meticulously. At first glance, he looks dignified and virtuous. But Xiao Zonghan knew exactly who she was!

With a curl of his lips, he threw over an exquisite and gorgeous gift box: "Send this to Paramount. Qingwan lost her temper. Go and apologize to her and say, I will make it up to her another day."

After hearing his words, Shen Siyin's eyes dimmed slightly.

The gift box was very light, but it felt extremely heavy when she held it in her hands.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Siyin forced herself to put on a gentle smile: "Okay, I will definitely deliver it to her personally." Submissive, weak, treating him as the sky and the earth. Xiao Zonghan was furious when he saw it.

This woman is really tolerant and good at acting!

That being the case! He smiled maliciously: "Qingwan said that she always sings operas for others. You are going to prepare and sing to her tomorrow." As he said, he seemed extremely satisfied with his sudden idea: "Yes! Just like this, Qingwan will definitely be very happy." Happy."

Shen Siyin's shoulders trembled slightly.

Trembling, from shoulders to hands to feet... Xiao Zonghan, do you really hate me so much? hate me? You hate me so much that you don’t want to leave any dignity to me?

Xiao Zonghan squinted his eyes, appreciating with satisfaction the suddenly pale little face of the woman in front of him, and her trembling body like a fallen leaf... Shen Siyin, since you so earnestly want to be the young marshal's wife, isn't this what you want now?

There was sarcasm and pride in his eyes.

But soon, all his sarcasm and pride were frozen on his face.

The woman's violently shaking body suddenly calmed down.

A submissive smile appeared on her face again. She looked at him and said, "Okay, whatever Zong Han says is whatever he says. Tomorrow, I will sing to Miss Chu."

"Sing Qingwan's favorite."

"good."

Shen Siyin didn't know how she walked out of Xiao Zonghan's room. Her cheeks were stiff and her steps were faster and faster.

Until finally, he locked himself in the room with a bang.

His body fell limply along the door!

My heart hurts so much, it hurts so much here!

Shen Siyin covered her heart, where she seemed out of breath. She opened her mouth and breathed heavily. Tears finally fell from her eyes...