What I Want Isn’t the Baby's Heart, But Its Blood

Su Muwei waved at her maids. "Leave, all of you."

Soon, all the maids left the room.

Gu Bailu grinned. "I like smart people like you. You should know that the prince likes Qian'er very much."

Su Muwei replied mockingly, "The prince regards her as a mere bedservant. The quality of her life is entirely up to me."

"It's undeniable that the prince loves you, but you can never sleep with him, given your poor health. The privileges that a woman should enjoy will all fall on Qian'er. You're nothing but a sick bird caged in the backyard," Gu Bailu said sharply.

"I'll be cured as soon as Mo Qian'er gives birth to her baby." Su Muwei's lip curled. "You don't need to provoke me. I know how important I am to the prince. Nobody can change that."

"What if Qian'er is unwilling to give birth to the child? You may die, or become old and withered."

"Does she have a choice? Is that for her to decide?" said Su Muwei proudly.