Later, she met her master, who had a jade-like face and was as extraordinarily charming as a painting.

  He saved her from drowning in a lake. At that time, she vowed in her heart to be loyal to her master and fulfill his every desire. She would be the most loyal slave.

  Gradually, she grew up and could serve people. Because she was of good birth, she was sent to the main courtyard to serve her master.

  At that time, she only had him in her heart. He was her god and her unreachable love.

  She would observe him in silence, take note of his likes and dislikes, and remember every time there was a frown on that expressionless face.

  She even knew how many times he would chew something he liked before swallowing.

  He could cover the entire length of the corridors in the main courtyard in just a few steps.

  Although she served him in close quarters, she never had a chance to touch him.

  Those who could touch him were his Wolf guards.

  He didn’t even need a maid to serve him when he bathed.

  She had once thought that he liked men instead of women, because he was gentler toward the Wolves than to any female slaves.

  Until one day, when he returned with the weak Su Muwei in his arms. He had her sleep in his bed, and fed her porridge with his own hands.

  If she laughed, he laughed with her. If she was unhappy, he would think of ways to coax her.

  He would satisfy whatever she wanted.

  Mo Qian’er finally realized that it wasn’t because he didn’t like women, but because he had a woman in his heart, so all women were beneath him.

  The touch of any other woman would tarnish his honor.

  Mo Qian’er was both disappointed and happy. She sincerely hoped her master would be happy.

  So, when Lu Fenying happened to find out that she had Dragon Spirit Blood, she was so happy when he had her save Su Muwei with her blood, since she could finally do something for him and help him to become even happier.

  She really hoped that Su Muwei would get better. She was willing to trade her life for hers.

  Thus, she was willing to accept whatever Lu Fenying did. She never complained about his kisses, the way he ravaged her, or the abuse.

  Even when Su Muwei always found excuses to punish her, she never hated her.

  But one day, when she was passing by in the corridor, she heard Su Muwei say, “Your Highness, I read in a medical book today that a baby’s heart is more effective than an immortal pill, especially one that can produce Dragon Spirit Blood.”


  Mo Qian’er’s heart jumped for no reason. She felt that Su Muwei was implying something.

  After that, Lu Fenying was even more excited than usual in bed. She was exhausted every night, and he no longer gave her any contraceptive soup.

  She asked why she wasn’t drinking the contraceptive soup.

  He said that he needed a baby.

  Before this, Mo Qian’er would’ve felt it was a blessing and a great joy to have a baby for him.

  But when she thought of Su Muwei’s words, her body couldn’t help turning cold.

  He wanted her to carry a child for ten months and then give Su Muwei the baby’s heart after it was born.

  Although that was what she thought, she still clung to the faint hope that he wouldn’t be such a heartless father. After all, the baby was his flesh and blood.

  If he really wanted her baby, he could’ve let someone else get her pregnant. Why would he need to pay with his own flesh and blood?

  However, when she saw him personally cut his mother’s throat, she knew that her hope was dashed.