Prince Qing frowned and raised his voice: "Hong Ling, have you lost your mind? The child in her womb is mine."
Actually, even without Hong Ling making a move, An'an's life was not to be spared.
But this child must survive.
Not having seen it before was one thing, but now right before his very eyes, Prince Qing could not allow this child to die.
He was about to meet the world!
"Move aside!" Hong Ling shouted huskily and ferociously.
Prince Qing spoke with impatience: "Hong Ling, stop being crazy, when will you end this madness!?"
Hong Ling raised the Longsword, slowly aiming at Prince Qing's chest, word by word: "I told you, move aside!"
All of Prince Qing's patience dissipated: "Hong Ling, that's enough, look at how you are now, which man could tolerate this?"
He truly couldn't stand it, all his dissatisfaction pouring out in this moment.
