Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    She only reacted after four to five seconds after Mr. Zheng finished speaking.


  Zheng Qiangwei shook her head and paused for a moment…He nodded again.


  "Are you not feeling well? Tell Daddy where you're feeling unwell…" Mr. Zheng asked nervously. Then, he remembered and quickly pressed the bell at the bedside.


  Zheng Qiangwei opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but…For a moment, he did not know what to say.


  She seemed to be feeling uncomfortable everywhere…Every part of his body felt uncomfortable. Every inch of his skin, every organ in his body, and every cell in his body felt uncomfortable. They were all screaming that he was in pain.


  Looking at the panic-stricken and pale-faced Zheng Qiangwei, Father Zheng's heart ached indescribably.


  He held her hand tightly. " Qiangwei, it's okay. It's okay now. We're in the hospital now. Daddy is here. No one can hurt you anymore…"


  The doctor and nurse soon arrived at the ward.


Chapter 838: The Death of the Emperor