Jiang Jiamian lay on his side on the bed, but he didn't really fall asleep.
Instead, he opened his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
The bed's curtain was not enough to block the movement outside, let alone the bloody smell coming through.
The child was dead.
Because he was the crown prince of the Dongli Kingdom.
But he really couldn't blame Yan Wuluan for anything.
Because even if it were him, he would definitely make such a choice if he was in the counterattack team.
Jiang Jiamian may be called cold-blooded, but he has never been an emotional person.
But now from the perspective of a bystander, that child has been with him for a long time, and it is inevitable that it is a little difficult to let go.
Jiang Jiamian let out a long sigh as if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, "Now that the Dongli and Xifu Kingdom have merged into one, will you change the country's name again and hold a grand ceremony?"
