Chapter 1316: 324: Incident occurred_2
This, after all, was the child she carried for ten months and gave birth to.
A few days ago, the little one had already learned to call her Mom.
But rcy and softness cannot achieve great things.
Didn’t Wa Zetian strangle her own daughter with her own hands back then?
If Wa Zetian had been rciful, she wouldn’t have overthrown Empress Wang. Without overthrowing Empress Wang, she wouldn’t have beco the eternal female emperor.
She must harden her heart.
Only with a hardened heart can she drive Ni Yang out of this house, and only then can Ni Yang be completely ruined!
Besides, this was all Ni Yang’s fault.
If Ni Yang hadn’t stolen her fiancé, she wouldn’t have needed to sacrifice a child.
It’s all Ni Yang’s fault!
She’s the third party!
Zhao Jingrong looked down at Mo Zhiyuan, her eyes brimming with tears, “Zhiyuan, don’t bla Mom. Bla Ni Yang. It’s her, it’s all her doing! Revenge has a target, grievances have a source. If you harbor resentnt and want revenge, make sure you don’t go after the wrong person!”
“Zhiyuan…”
Zhao Jingrong reached out and gently touched Mo Zhiyuan’s little face.
There was reluctance.
And sorrow.
And a sense of indignation.
In his sleep, Mo Zhiyuan seed to sense sothing, as his small hand restlessly scratched at his face.
At that mont, Zhao Jingrong’s expression suddenly twisted into ferocity.
She pulled up the blanket, covering Mo Zhiyuan’s head, and pressed down with both hands.
One second.
Two seconds.
…
It was approximately five or six minutes later when Zhao Jingrong finally released her grip.
With trembling hands, she pulled back the blanket to look at the motionless Mo Zhiyuan within. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
This place couldn’t be stayed in for long because Ni Yang could co upstairs at any mont.
Zhao Jingrong took a deep breath, doing her best to adjust her emotions, pretending nothing had happened, and proceeded downstairs.
As she descended, Ni Yang was walking up with a teacup in hand.
Seeing Zhao Jingrong, Ni Yang asked curiously, “Jingrong, weren’t you going out for sothing?”
Zhao Jingrong smiled and said, “I was planning to, but a friend called last minute to cancel the plan. By the way, Aunt Liu, why are you heading downstairs? Where’s Zhiyuan?”
Ni Yang replied, “Zhiyuan fell asleep, so I ca down to get a glass of water.”
“Oh, then I’ll go check on Zhiyuan, and carry him back to sleep properly.”
“Sure.” Ni Yang nodded.
The two headed upstairs together.
Ni Yang walked ahead, Zhao Jingrong followed behind.
Before long, they entered the room.
Zhao Jingrong went straight to the bed and exclaid in surprise, “Aunt Liu, how could you cover Zhiyuan with so many blankets in this hot weather?”
“I didn’t put any blankets on him.” Ni Yang set the teacup down and turned toward Zhao Jingrong.
Zhao Jingrong pulled the blanket away—
“Ah!”
A piercing scream echoed in the air.
“What’s wrong?” Ni Yang frowned slightly.
Zhao Jingrong’s face turned pale with fright as she pointed at the bed, “Zhiyuan, what’s wrong with Zhiyuan?”
On the bed, Mo Zhiyuan’s body was drenched entirely, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
Ni Yang reached out to feel for breath under Mo Zhiyuan’s nose, her expression shifting to shock.
No air.
He wasn’t breathing anymore!
“Zhiyuan! My Zhiyuan!” Zhao Jingrong wailed in anguish.
The commotion upstairs brought Mo Qishen, the Mo grandparents, Xiu Jiao, and Mo Rongping rushing over.
“What happened?”
“What’s going on here?”
Seeing everyone arrive, Zhao Jingrong cried out, “He’s gone! Zhiyuan is gone! Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom! You must stand up for Zhiyuan!”
Gone?
Mo Zhiyuan was really gone?
Everyone’s faces changed imdiately.
Especially Mo Baichuan.
He instantly picked up Mo Zhiyuan, “Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, what’s wrong?”
Mo Rongping and Xiu Jiao were beside themselves with panic. “Jingrong! What the heck happened here? Weren’t you watching over Zhiyuan? How did this happen to him out of nowhere?”
Grandma Mo collapsed straight onto the sofa, her face ashen.
Mo Qishen sensed sothing wasn’t quite right, his gaze turning toward Ni Yang.
Ni Yang glanced back at Mo Qishen, her expression a mixture of complexity.
Then Zhao Jingrong said, “Just now, I was preparing to go out, so I temporarily handed Zhiyuan over to Aunt Liu. When I left Zhiyuan with Aunt Liu, he was perfectly fine. But by the ti I ca back for him, he was already like this!”
At this point, Zhao Jingrong pointed at Ni Yang, and her voice beca venomous, “It’s her! It’s her! It’s this wicked woman! She killed my Zhiyuan!”
Hearing this, Xiu Jiao and Mo Baichuan turned to look at Ni Yang in disbelief.
They couldn’t believe, even in their wildest dreams, that this incident could have anything to do with Ni Yang!
Why would Ni Yang do such a thing?
Mo Baichuan, in particular, was filled with shock.
If what Zhao Jingrong said was true, then his previous suspicions wouldn’t be wrong.
Ni Yang must have acted out of jealousy for Zhao Jingrong.
From start to finish, Ni Yang’s goal had always been him.
She couldn’t stand seeing him and Zhao Jingrong have a happy life as a family of three.
So she tried to destroy it!
But she was way too vicious!
How could she bring harm to Mo Zhiyuan?
Had she lost all her humanity?
Mo Baichuan held Mo Zhiyuan tightly, his face contorted with grief and rage!
“Impossible! Yangyang would never harm Zhiyuan! Until we get to the bottom of this, stop spouting nonsense here!” Grandma Mo stood up from the sofa and shielded Ni Yang.
“I’m not spouting nonsense! It’s her! Ni Yang doesn’t actually not want children—she simply can’t have them, because she’s infertile! That’s why she envies ! She envies for having Zhiyuan! Ni Yang, if you’re angry, take it out on ! Why must you hurt Zhiyuan? Zhiyuan is my life! Without him, how do you expect to live? I want your life for his!”
Zhao Jingrong spoke as if utterly convinced of her claims, entirely ignoring Ni Yang’s expression.
Ni Yang’s expression turned cold.
Her deanor remained extraordinarily composed.
If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed that such a mother as Zhao Jingrong could exist in this world.
She was utterly unworthy of being a mother!
Xiu Jiao had already lost all reason, crying, “Ni Yang! I never expected you to be this kind of person! Give back my precious grandson’s life! Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan! My poor grandson…”
Mo Old Master grabbed Xiu Jiao’s hand, “Calm down!”
Although the loss of his great-grandson was undeniable anguish for Mo Old Master, amidst the grief he composed himself.
He couldn’t lose control.
He had lived a lifeti and experienced all manner of adversity.
Xiu Jiao sobbed, “Dad! At a ti like this, are you still trying to protect this murderer? Zhiyuan was your great-grandson too! I want Ni Yang to pay Zhiyuan back with her life!”
Mo Rongping walked over and held Xiu Jiao’s hand, “Dad is right; calm yourself. Yangyang is Zhiyuan’s sixth aunt. I don’t believe she would treat Zhiyuan this way.”
“From start to finish, no one else interacted with Zhiyuan. If not her, then who else could it be?”
At that mont, Mo Qishen stepped forward and said, “Call the police.”
Call the police?
Zhao Jingrong subtly glanced up at Mo Qishen.
If they had decided to call the police, didn’t that an Mo Qishen had already given up on Ni Yang?
That ant her plan had worked.
She had thought Ni Yang might be formidable.
Turns out, Ni Yang was just like this.
With just a slight intrigue, Ni Yang had beco her defeated opponent.
Moreover, Ni Yang would spend the rest of her life in prison.
Thinking of this, a smug smile tugged at Zhao Jingrong’s lips.
A servant imdiately went to report to the police.
Ni Yang raised her head and looked at Zhao Jingrong, “Zhao Jingrong, if you wish to remain undiscovered, then don’t commit the act. You know exactly what you’ve done.”
Zhao Jingrong’s eyes reddened as she shouted, “Ni Yang, how dare you try to pin your cri on at a ti like this! I’m Zhiyuan’s biological mother! Zhiyuan is my everything!”
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