On the bed, Xue Mier was in an extremely sorry state. Xue Mier, who was normally well-groomed, was no longer able to see it now, and her hair was randomly scattered on her face with a painful expression. Seeing Qin Shuo walk over, her eyes seemed to flash with a ray of light, and actually made Qin Shuo somewhat unable to bear it.
"Your Majesty, how is our child? Is she still in my stomach? "
Struggling to get up, Qin Shuo, seeing this, anxiously rushed forward to support Xue Mier, afraid that she would cause her body to become more serious.
"Mier, my child, no more."
It was just six short words, but it sounded as if an entire century had passed. These words were too heavy for Xue Mier and Qin Shuo, who wanted to go up and console them, but Xue Mier acted as if she had gone mad.