Princess An He's words pierced Xie Yunzhen's heart.
A child, a child... all they see is the child!
"It's all because of him. If it weren't for him, Ji Mingzhu wouldn't have died!"
The person kneeling by the bed suddenly stood up and snatched the baby from Princess An He's arms.
"Why wasn't it him who died!"
After all, it's her own grandchild. Even if he's destined for an early death, Princess An He doesn't want the child to suffer.
Her face flushed with urgency, "He's your own son, why do you curse him?"
By the way he held him, it was clear he didn't know how to hold a baby.
"He's already pathetic enough, being harmed by his own mother. Don't make it worse for him, give the child back to me."
Afraid that Xie Yunzhen's emotional turmoil might harm the child, Princess An He watched him intently, not daring to look away for a second.
Xie Yunzhen growled, "It's not Ji Mingzhu who harmed him. It's he who took Ji Mingzhu's life!"
