Su Juan's words were like a thunderclap, leaving everyone buzzing with confusion. If the child wasn't Prince Jing's, nor was it the businessman husband's from Chu State, then whose was it?
The businessman husband came eagerly looking for his wife, only to find himself cast in a dishonorable role!
These people really know how to play the game.
Song Qianfan's pupils contracted suddenly as he glared at Liang Yin, "Wretch, whose child is it that you're carrying!"
Liang Yin collapsed to the ground, pale-faced, "Young Master, the child in my womb is yours..."
"You lying harlot!" Song Qianfan, infuriated, stood up, ready to slap Liang Yin but was pulled away just in time.
He shouted at Liang Yin, "I've never wronged you. I only took you in because I pitied you being alone in Capital City, and now you resort to such heartless trickery against me. Tell me! Who's the father of the bastard in your womb, and who sent you to frame me?"
