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Seven days later...

Vomit…

Jiang Jiamian, who had not been able to get out of bed for several days, suddenly retched twice on the jade bed.

Suddenly, his face turned from pale to dark, "Yan Ling! Come here, quick!"

No way, no way!?

He couldn't really have a baby in his belly!?

If as a grown man he is pregnant and has a baby, he might as well kill himself!

No!

What should he say? If he wants to kill, he must kill Yan Ling!

Jiang Jiamian got out of bed with murderous intent, holding onto his sore waist. He looked around, and his eyes quickly fell on the long sword on the table next to him.

The ancient sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was still shining.

Yan Ling, who was preparing soup in the back hall, heard his shout and ran over in a hurry, "Hey, Jiamian, what's wrong?

Halfway through his words, before he could clearly see the situation in the palace, he saw a sword sharply poking towards his head!