Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

A little girl of four or five years old, with a pink and tender face, bruised and purple from the cold, huddled beside Mrs. Wenren, crying that she was hungry and wanted to eat cakes.

Wu'er, be good, sleep for a while, and you won't be hungry after you fall asleep. Mrs. Wenren hugged the little girl and burst into tears.

The daughters and daughters-in-law next to her were also crying.

Jiang Ning said, How can I sleep when I'm hungry?

Everyone in the cell was startled and looked at her.

You... Jiang Ning? Madam Wenren was surprised.

The sisters also shouted, It's Jiang's Xiaoqi!

Jiang Ning pushed the wheelchair over, took off his purse and handed it over: Here are some fruits, give the child a bite first. I'll try to find something to bring in later.

The situation was over, and she couldn't care about anything else. The elder sister hurriedly reached out to take the purse, took out a piece of fruit from it, and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl was so hungry that she grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.

Coughing after eating.

There are a few other children who are watching eagerly, but they are sensible and dare not speak.

The eldest sister distributed the remaining few fruits to them.

The small purse was not much at all.

A few children are not enough.

Adults don't even think about it.

Mrs. Wenren wiped her tears, stood up, walked in front of Jiang Ning, stretched out her hand, passed through the iron fence to hold Jiang Ning's hand, and said, Ning Ning, it's this time, you still want to take a look... ...

The second sister sighed: Our family is in trouble. Those so-called relatives and friends in the past wished they could run far away. Who would dare to come here?

Yeah, don't blame them.

The more at this time, the more valuable Jiang Ning can be shown.

Jiang Ning said: Don't they give you food? They don't even have bedding and coverings, and there are so few clothes. What are you going to do at night? How can you survive?

Mrs. Wenren smiled wryly: We are death row prisoners, they don't care about our life and death. It's fine for adults, these children are so good. They are all pampered, how can they survive. Wu'er is sick.

Jiang Ning glanced at the little girl.

Sure enough, although the little girl's face was blue, her cheeks were red and her expression was listless.

Ma'am, what else do you want me to bring, I will find a way to bring it in later.

Mrs. Wenren said: As long as there are some warm bedding, hot water to eat, and a few children, that's enough. Even if it's the death penalty, I don't want the children to suffer alive. We adults are fine. I know you're here It’s not easy, so don’t make things difficult for yourself.”

Jiang Ning nodded: I understand, Madam, don't worry, I will think of a way.

She was about to leave when she heard crying from the cell next door.

Mother, mother!

Mrs. Wenren was taken aback, grabbed the railing and looked over there: What's the matter, what's the matter?

The rest of the people also ran over and looked next door.

Miss Jiang Qi, please go over there and take a look. What happened to my ninth sister. She and her two daughters are locked up there alone.

Wen Renzong said that his ninth sister is the concubine of King Chen.

Jiang Ning hurriedly moved the wheelchair over, but was also taken aback by the scene in front of him.

Wen Renjiu actually hanged himself.

Two little girls hugged her legs and hissed and cried.

Jiang Ning rushed outside and called, Come here, come here! Li Hongyuan!

Li Hongyuan came faster than the prison officer.

He ordered the prison officer to open the cell immediately, and stepped forward to put Wen Renjiu down.

It's too late.

The two girls lay on top of her crying heartbreakingly.

Mrs. Wenren passed out after hearing the bad news.

Sisters and sisters wept bitterly.