Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1316

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 mercy 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 merciful, she wouldn’t have overthrown Empress Wang. Without overthrowing Empress Wang, she wouldn’t have become 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 blame Mom. Blame Ni Yang. It’s her, it’s all her doing! Revenge has a target, grievances have a source. If you harbor resentment 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 seemed to sense something, as his small hand restlessly scratched at his face.

At that moment, 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 come upstairs at any moment.

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 something?”

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 came 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 exclaimed 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?”

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