"Miss Li, have you forgotten? You made a contract with the Young Master to marry him after the child is born. Only by becoming the Young Lady can you see him again…"
"Get out!" Li Qiyu swung her hand to push the servant away, her legs weakened, and she fell to the ground.
Footsteps were heard at the door, like the devil from hell increasingly knocking, inquiring if she would fulfill the deal.
Beitang Feng pushed open the wooden door, stood tall, and picked her up back onto the bed—
"Where's Qiye?!" Li Qiyu clenched his collar tightly, her pale little face was stubbornly furious.
Beitang Feng furrowed his brows and wiped the sweat from her face, and upon hearing her, he let out a sneer: "Beitang Qifeng? What a good name."
"He's just been born, he needs me!"
"Whether he grows up to be a noble Emperor or a lowly slave, it all depends on you."
Li Qiyu slapped him hard, her sharp nails leaving deep blood marks on the man's handsome face.
