Zerg’s Daughter-in-law Are All 2.4 Meters

"Good words, get ready. The time has come."

I winked at the familiar and unfamiliar person in front of me: "You know I'm ready."

Lu Jie laughed, his amber eyes and that stubborn smile became more convincing and mature.

"It looks like you've changed a lot recently," he said.

I nodded solemnly: "Yeah, I was almost killed by Child, Wenther, and Burroughau in the backyard fire. Fortunately, I was in the fire brigade in my last life."

Lu Jie smiled: "Good words, you should be grateful. Because only hardships and pain can make people sharpen their iron bones, and they are constantly injured, from **** to hard cocoons. Don't hate Wilson, and don't put yourself out there. Confused with him. Wilson naturally understands this truth and is willing to practice it, you are different, although you see far and deep, but you still hold too much, know that we have no retreat from today."

I blinked: "So I'm just a mortal. But no matter what the final result is, I want to live with the people I hold dear."

Lu Jie was noncommittal. Before leaving, he told me that it was indeed the royal family who had attacked Tingman, but it was unclear whether it was the emperor or a few other less prominent princes.

I stood on the sink in the bathroom of the hospital, took out the communication and silently sent a text message to that person.

"Almost all of Tingman's subordinates have been severely injured. The Bayinmans family is the biggest supporter of the second prince. Are you okay? Pay attention to safety. Sorry about the past, don't hate me."

I didn't expect Child to get back to me, but before I could put the communicator in my pocket, a text message sounded.

I quickly took it to the front and saw the three words Child, and it was an incredible feeling.

Child's reply was simple, with only one sentence: "I'm not qualified."

Fingers paused, I looked at these four words, and slowly narrowed my eyes...

After turning off the communication, Child put down the communicator and put one hand on his stomach.

Tingman sat silently, but the surrounding aura seemed to be compressed and about to burst.

"It must have been done by His Majesty the Emperor?" Child asked, perhaps because of the pregnancy, his body was very thin, but his voice began to fade and became softer, and it sounded like a kind of motherhood.

Tingman heard slowly raising his head, his pale face and bloodshot eyes rolled with a gloomy breath. Unable to hear his anger, he said: "Break my wings but didn't do anything to me, suppressing my private industry and personal connections everywhere to eradicate my hidden subordinates, and even the Bayingmans family was left out. Can do both at the same time. Who can get to these people? I knew he was suspicious of me! He is old and the throne will be mine sooner or later! Why does he still oppress me like this?!"

Tingman suddenly growled! Child interrupted him expressionlessly: "His Majesty the Emperor has recently brought the eldest son of the eldest prince into the palace."

In a word, like a powerful tranquilizer, Tingman's whole body cooled down, and he pulled out a stiff smile: "What did you say? The eldest son of the eldest brother? That child is only twenty years old, just a teenager. Could it be that the father can let the emperor let him Will he succeed to the throne?"

"Why is this not possible." Child said, "Your Highness, you are suspected of killing your two brothers by His Majesty the Emperor. Naturally His Majesty will not simply expose the matter. And...if it is impossible, why is it only you? It was suddenly suppressed. If His Majesty the Emperor was trying to clear the way for His Highness’s children, then it would all be explained.”

Tingman raised his head and gritted his teeth. Although he couldn't admit it in his heart, the fact was put in front of Child's eyes. Tingman has to believe it if he doesn't believe it.

"What should we do?" Tinman murmured.

Child lowered his eyes and said softly, "If Your Majesty doesn't want you to sit on the throne, then we can do it ourselves."

Tingman suddenly raised his head and looked at Child with deep vigilance in his eyes: "Child, this is not what a smart person does, just what you said just now is enough to destroy the entire Bayingmans family... …”

"I know." Child smiled slightly: "So it's good that we have a legitimate reason. We have been informed that there is a rebellion of the previous generation who wants to rebel against the palace, so we will follow behind. When His Majesty fights against the rebellion, we will come forward. It's good to get rid of both of them. Externally, we can say that Your Majesty was killed by rebellion, and although Your Majesty did not save His Highness, you killed the rebels. What's wrong with succeeding the throne in an upright manner?"

A beautiful rhetorical question, a bold and careful assumption.

Tingman breathed heavily for a moment.

"Your Highness An Xin, nothing will happen. Na Ershe, who manages the palace guards, is also my elder brother. I will also stand by you!"

After a long silence, Tingman nodded.

Child stood up holding on to his stomach and whispered as he walked past Tingman, "Your Highness, I'll go get ready." After that, he turned and left the room and walked out the door. Child can already be called Thin shoulders leaned lightly against the corridor wall. There was deep exhaustion in his eyes, and his face was pale as if he had drained all his strength.

Only the big hand that stroked the bulging belly was firm and powerful.