No matter how fiercely Su Qing struggled, the two servant women held her down, and a bowl of abortion pill was forced down her throat, the action rough and urgent, causing Su Qing to cry with tears and snot.
Madam Song watched coldly, her anger slightly subsiding. Qi'er's legitimate son was gone, and a despicable maid who harmed her still dared to dream of giving birth to an illegitimate child?
Why not ascend to the heavens!
Song Ci witnessed firsthand the potency of the abortion pill. After that bowl went down, Su Qing, already frail, curled around her belly, rolling on the ground, and soon, a bloody smell emanated from under her skirt.
Everyone pressed their noses with a handkerchief.
Song Ci stood up; with things having reached this point, there was no need to stay any longer.
"You, will all die horribly," Su Qing said venomously, glaring at several people, the corner of her mouth curving up sinisterly, looking terrifying.
