Before Qin Zhou stood a pond. Now in the twelfth lunar month, the surface of the pond had already formed a thin layer of ice. Yet, that thinness was absolutely incapable of bearing Qin Zhou's weight.
If the Princess Consort had not withdrawn her hand just now and instead had pushed Qin Zhou down, then Qin Zhou at this moment...
Ye Jiu found it unbelievable. Had this woman gone mad?
Originally, she was determined to harm her own for a son, and now, everything had gone as she wished. Why did she want to harm Qin Zhou?
Even if he was not her own flesh and blood, he was still the child she had raised with her own hands for over a decade and the one who had been calling her "mother" for that long. How could she have the heart to be so cruel?
Although she eventually retracted her hand, once the thought had arisen, who knew when she might lose her rationality again!
