Mu Rou's teeth quivered with anger.
"You... you all... you humiliate me like this!"
Prince Qing looked at her coldly: "Zhi'er has presented you with two choices, both of which aren't bad, are they? Abort the child, and you'd still get a mansion, or join my Third Brother, isn't that the social status you want?"
Mu Rou was at a loss for words, her chest tight with anger.
She did want status.
But, if Prince Kang is reduced to nothing, who would want a thirty-five-year-old man!
He has nothing at all!
Mu Rou clutched her stomach, her brows furrowed, seemingly in great pain.
"Why do you treat me this way?"
The soft smile on Bai Zhi'er's face gradually faded.
She looked at Mu Rou and said coldly: "If you continue pretending, I won't be polite with you."
"Mu Rou, do you want me to reveal everything you've done in the past? This child, is it really my Third Uncle's? Did you think I honestly didn't know?"
Mu Rou's heart sank with a thud.
"Princess, what do you mean by this?"
