The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1547 I Know You Can Be Saved, As Long As You Want To!
"Save your child?"

Feng Canglan frowned and asked back, Yan Xiang was sobbing, "They are my poor twins."

"Goddess Canglan, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't hurt An Ran for Feng Xin, and I shouldn't design you for Feng Xin."

"I beg you, my lord, to save my poor pair of children."

"Please!"

She kept kowtowing and crying.

A strange flash of light flashed in Feng Canglan's eyes, his eyes fixed on the person who kept kowtowing, his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Your pair of children are long gone, so there's no need to save them."

Yan Xiang's twins were dead two or three months ago, and now she came to save her twins?

What's the fuss?

At first, she thought it was Yan Xiang's previous children who were in trouble, but she never thought that it would be the twins who died prematurely due to dystocia.

Yan Xiang kowtowed for a moment, "Goddess Canglan, I know I was wrong."

"I regret it, please show mercy and save my child."

"It's all my fault, the child is innocent."

"I'm sorry for you, as long as you can save my children, you can punish them however you want."

After she finished speaking, she kowtowed violently again, "Please!"

"Please, I really can't live without them!"

"They are my own flesh and blood."

"Yan Xiang." Feng Canglan's eyes were sharp and his tone was low, "Are you crazy?"

"Your pair of twins died more than two months ago, what can be saved!"

"Where can I save them?"

"You can!" Yan Xiang yelled and interrupted, then burst into tears, "Goddess Canglan, you can!"

"I know you can save my child if you want."

Feng Canglan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared deeply at the person kneeling on the ground crying.

"Goddess Canglan..." She knelt and slowly moved in front of Feng Canglan, tears streaming down her face, "I beg you, please save my child."

"I'm willing...I'm willing to pay any price!"

What do you mean she can?As long as she wants?
This Yan Xiang seemed to know something that she shouldn't know.

Yes, if she died within seven days, she could indeed be saved.

But now more than two months have passed.

The two sons who were supposed to be in Yan Xiang's womb had already been born with new identities.

It's hopeless.

"I don't know where you heard the crazy talk, or someone told you on purpose."

"Now I can tell you clearly that there is no possibility of salvation." Even if she has all eyes and hands, is it possible that she can put back the person who has already been born?

"Do not--"

Yan Xiang roared, shaking her head in disbelief, "There is a way!"

"You must have a way!"

"I know, you must have a way!"

She knelt and moved to Feng Canglan's feet, grabbed Feng Canglan's hand with both hands and slapped her face, "I know I was wrong, you punish me."

"As long as you give me back my child!"

Feng Canglan Qiushui's eyes suddenly sank, and she flicked her hand back suddenly, her eyes were ice-like, piercingly piercing, "Give it back to you?"

"Have you forgotten why your child died?"

"It's because you worked with outsiders to design me, nervousness, fear and fear that led to dystocia and their death!"

Feng Canglan's face was full of ice, "I was kind enough not to kill you, you went all the way and told me to give it back to you!?"

Yan Xiang, who was kneeling on the ground, hurriedly kowtowed, "Goddess Canglan! I know I was wrong! It's all my fault!"

"Again...you can finally show mercy and save my child."

Feng Canglan looked at Yan Xiang, who was bleeding between his brows and kept kowtowing, with cold eyes, not half-hearted, "Dead people, there is no salvation."

(End of this chapter)