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

    Only then did Father Zheng move. He changed his cold attitude and immediately explained,"No, no…It's my daughter. I'm just joking with her. Look, they're about the same age. Just now, this nurse's skills were not good. She took my daughter's blood and the results showed that there was no bleeding. My daughter was in a lot of pain, so I said a few words to her. I didn't expect…This nurse has quite a temper, but we understand each other…"


  Initially, his daughter had humiliated her one-sidedly and treated her as a human being. However, after hearing what he said, not only was the nurse's skills not good enough, but she also had a bad temper. When the patient's blood was not drawn successfully, the patient complained a little, and she even lost her temper.


  Father Zheng was really good at twisting black and white.


Chapter 845: The Death of the Emperor