Li Qiyu took a deep breath, trying to contain her emotions, "I know, Miss Ye, actually I have a secret I want to tell you as well..."
Ye Zhilu crouched on the ground, burying her head in agony, consumed by her own sorrow, "Actually, I should thank you for giving me Emperor Bo's child. That baby is the only reason I want to keep living, my sole pillar of strength."
The words Li Qiyu was about to blurt out were stifled in her throat.
"At least I have a child that belongs to Emperor Bo, right? Everyone wants me dead, yet I always miraculously survive... because I think, I can't die. I have a baby waiting for me, what would he do if I were gone?"
Li Qiyu's heart ached even more, she too was a mother, and deeply understood Ye Zhilu's feelings.
Moreover, their situations were incredibly similar, everyone wanted her dead—
In this maelstrom of events, Ye Zhilu was unfortunately pulled in, becoming the target of the Bo family's animosity.