ebookland Chapter 318 "This child is yours, Murong Han's!"
Chapter 318 "This child is yours, Murong Han's!"
Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's question, Murong Han's face drained of color, his eyes filled with terror and panic. He opened his mouth, but found his throat too dry to utter a complete syllable: "Ah? I..."
His gaze darted around, unable to meet Lin Qianqian's eyes directly, and his hands trembled slightly involuntarily.
Murong Yi snorted coldly, her eyes full of mockery and smugness. She stared intently at Murong Han, her gaze seemingly trying to see through him. She approached step by step, each step firm and powerful, as if stepping on Murong Han's heart: "Hmph, he not only knows him, but he's quite familiar with him, isn't he?"
Murong Han's heart skipped a beat, his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "You..."
Murong Yi moved so close to Murong Han's nose that they were almost touching, and said, word by word, "Fifth Brother, am I right? Not only do you know her, you also defiled her."
Murong Han's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. His mouth was agape, but he couldn't utter a single word, as if someone had grabbed his throat. His hands instinctively rose, as if to argue, but then fell limply to their sides.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian hurriedly stepped forward, her face showing a mixture of surprise and doubt: "Fifth Prince, are you really going to take care of Huan'er...?"
Murong Han waved his hands frantically, his expression anxious: "I... Ah, it was all a misunderstanding. That day I mistakenly drank tea laced with aphrodisiacs, and I was out of my mind, which led to this terrible mistake." His brows were furrowed, his face full of remorse, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Lin Qianqian and Murong Yi exchanged a glance, a knowing smug look flashing in their eyes, as if they had the upper hand in this conversation.
Lin Qianqian's lips curled up slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips as she looked at Murong Han and said, "So, Your Highness, that's why you kept this handkerchief~"
Murong Han's expression was somewhat complicated. He nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness and emotion, and said, "I have also been searching for that woman for so long, but I still don't know who she is. I never expected..."
"I didn't expect you to be just a little maid in the Ninth Prince's mansion!" Lin Qianqian eagerly replied, her tone carrying an undisguised air of mystery.
Upon hearing this, Murong Han's face flushed red and then paled. He slowly lowered his head, his brows furrowed, his face filled with regret and shame. His hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes, as if trying to hide his embarrassment and awkwardness.
Murong Yi's lips curled into a malicious smile. She took a step forward and said deliberately, as if to make things difficult, "So... now that Fifth Brother has found her, what will he do? Will he take full responsibility, or... she's just a maidservant, so what if he defiles her..."
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian gently tugged at Murong Yi's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Your Highness~" Then she quickly looked at Murong Han, her face plastered with feigned apology, and said, "Fifth Prince, please don't overthink it! His Highness... didn't mean that~"
Murong Han fell into deep thought. His brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes were solemn and profound as he stared intently at the ground, seemingly weighing something.
Murong Han was about to speak: "This king..."
Before he could finish speaking, Murong Yi snorted and chuckled, "Fifth Brother doesn't know, does he? Huan'er gave birth to a son..."
Upon hearing this, Murong Han's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief. His already pale complexion went completely bloodless, his lips trembled slightly, and he stood frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized: "What! She's pregnant? And she gave birth to the child?!" His voice rose involuntarily due to shock, and his tone trembled slightly.
Lin Qianqian hurriedly chimed in, nodding vigorously with a serious expression: "Yes, Huan'er was indeed pregnant and gave birth to the child!"
Murong Han's gaze shifted urgently to Lin Qianqian, his eyes filled with panic and searching. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but his throat seemed to be blocked: "Then...this child..."
Lin Qianqian pursed her lips, her delicate brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her face. Then, she suddenly pointed a finger directly at Murong Han, her eyes filled with accusation and resentment: "That's right, this child is yours, Murong Han's!"
Murong Han was struck dumb, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance. His eyes were empty and blank, his expression frozen, as if he had been deprived of his ability to think by the immense shock. He stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank, as if he had lost his soul.