Mo Shang's gaze fell on the bed, his eyes turbulent, "Whose child is this?!"
"This isn't your child!!" Helian Yueyin reflexively retorted.
Mo Shang gave her a piercing look, his eyes suddenly cold as ice.
That look sent a chill to Helian Yueyin's heart, leaving her extremely anxious.
The royal palace was heavily guarded; she never imagined that Mo Shang could enter her room alone, undetected.
Like trying to deceive herself, she added another sentence, "…It's not my child either!"
"Very well!" Mo Shang's face turned livid, his teeth clenched, his anger clearly visible.
He pointed his finger at the bed, demanding furiously, "Then whose child is this? Why is he in your room?!"
Helian Yueyin shivered in fear.
She knew Mo Shang was astute; nothing could escape his eyes.
Ever since she hurriedly left his room that day, she had been nervous, afraid that he might discover something.
And now her fears had materialized.
