The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 443 Don't Leave (Twelve)
As Feng Ji said, he took out the last letter that Ziyin handed over to him from his waist, and handed it to Shen Qiaoyan.

Shen Qiaoyan looked sideways, her body trembling a little.

He has even written the last letter, does it mean that he has already thought about it, and he will die.

Shen Qiaoyan looked at the final letter in Feng Ji's hand, raised her trembling hand to take it, and grasped it tightly.

Then, she threw it on the ground and shouted, "I don't want a last letter! I want him back!"

Feng Ji watched the must-written book being thrown to the ground, his eyes lowered, and he didn't say a word.

"Is there any other way?" Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyes, looked at Feng Ji, and asked anxiously, "Is there any other medicine that can save him, at worst, I'll go and get it back!"

It was windy all around.

Feng Ji lowered his head and shook weakly.

If there was, he would have gone to find it long ago.

"Just wait..." Feng Ji said softly.

Shen Qiaoyan held Ziyin's hand tightly, maybe it was because the attic was too cold, Shen Qiaoyan felt sick for a while, she quickly covered her mouth, looking like she was about to vomit.

As for Ling, who followed them and came in very late, seeing Shen Qiaoyan kneeling on the cold ground with an uncomfortable expression on his face, he hurried in to help Shen Qiaoyan up.

"My lord, don't kneel down. You're wearing such thin clothes. If you continue like this, you'll catch a cold," the old bustard said while helping Shen Qiaoyan, "Get up quickly, your lord, this will affect the health of the unborn child." .”

Shen Qiaoyan covered her mouth and stood up slowly, but the other hand still hadn't let go of Ziyin's.

"The main palace, let's go..." the old bustard persuaded, "It's too cold here, let's go out..."

Shen Qiaoyan shook her head, "I won't go, I won't go, I want to guard him, I don't want him to leave..."

Shen Qiaoyan swallowed her saliva, calmed down, broke free from the old bustard's hand, and sat down beside Ziyin, holding Ziyin's hand tightly, unwilling to let go no matter what.

The old bustard looked embarrassed, he glanced at the dark surroundings, and there was a constant cold wind penetrating through his body, he couldn't bear it if he stayed for a long time, let alone Shen Qiaoyan.

"My lord, don't be like this. You have to know that your belly is His Highness's flesh and blood, and it is His Highness's support for you. Think about it, it's fine if you don't think about yourself, but you have to think about your children, right?" The madam persuaded.

Shen Qiaoyan shook her head, she buried her head in Ziyin's chest, and said lightly, "I don't want any support, no thoughts, the child belongs to him, without him, I don't want anything, I just want him to wake up, I don't want to be a child. Don't let him die..."

"The main palace..." The old bustard had a troubled face, his brows were frowned tightly and he never let go.

Shen Qiao said nothing, her body was shivering from the cold, her hand was still holding Ziyin's cold hand tightly.

Feng Ji on the side looked very helpless.

His Highness must have expected it, she knew that His Highness would become a living dead, so she would be so persistent and unwilling to leave.

The old bustard looked worriedly at Shen Qiaoyan's trembling body, and turned to look at Feng Ji beside him.

Feng Ji nodded, he did not know when he had quietly walked to Shen Qiaoyan's side, raised his hand, and went down with a knife.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Qiaoyan closed her eyes heavily.

The old bustard stepped forward to help Shen Qiaoyan's body, sighed and said, "Thanks to the knights for help."

Feng Ji shook his head, but did not speak.

After a while, Shen Qiaoyan let go of Ziyin's hand, and was supported by the old bustard to leave the attic.

Watching them go away, Feng Ji looked back at Zi Yin's pale face, and sighed.

(End of this chapter)