Sang Yan had fought for two more days.
But two days were clearly not enough.
Trapped within her frail body, she couldn't do anything.
Especially since Qi Wuya was guarding against her escape, he had arranged for many people both inside and outside the house.
Sang Yan couldn't escape.
Two days later,
Qi Wuya carried her onto the carriage, beginning their journey back to the Beiqi Imperial City.
"Slower."
"Even slower."
She frowned as she lay in the carriage, her heart racing with every jolt, fearful it might harm the child.
Qi Wuya sat in the carriage too, listening to her concern for the child, his annoyance growing.
He couldn't help but give her belly a cold glare.
Sang Yan felt it and hurriedly covered her stomach, shifting to the side to put some distance between them.
Qi Wuya saw her guarded and fearful demeanor, which only increased his irritation, "Sang Yan, behave, don't keep reminding me... that you're carrying a... monstrous seed..."
