Having said that, he reached out again and touched her protruding belly.
"Let it be the horse that kills the ox or the ox that kills the horse; in these matters, we should not meddle. That way, no matter who wins or loses, we can sit back like the fisherman. Otherwise, a single misstep could lead to the grave crime of implicating nine generations..."
"Is, is it that serious? I had no idea and almost dragged my lord into this..." Luo Yue fell into Wei Zheng's arms, feeling like she was beyond salvation, becoming more and more affected as she imitated manners, her voice so weak that it made her sick listening to it.
"But when I entered the camp alone, if it weren't for Feng Twelve taking care of me, how could I have come across such a good marriage... She treated me as close as a sister, and knowing that someone wants to assassinate her husband, to do nothing—at what cost... how could I live with myself afterward?"
Her tears fell like they cost nothing.
