The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

However, when Fang Qiulu turned around and was about to leave, Mo Yanjun's cold voice suddenly rang.

"Fang Qiulu, don't pretend it anymore."

Fang Qiulu was taken aback when she said this, and looked at Mo Yanjun suspiciously.

"Madam, what do you mean by this?"

"I always thought that I had underestimated you before. Until now, I don't understand what is called a viper and venomous woman. You hide too deeply!"

Mo Yanjun's angry voice was filled with emotion. She looked at the weak face in front of her. Who would have thought that her heart was so terrible?

"You counted everything, but you didn't expect this poison to need the blood of your loved ones as a medicine, right?"

Fang Qiulu's expression changed, and a sharp look quietly flashed in her eyes, but it was fleeting, and she returned to her former fragile appearance.

"Madam, I don't know what you are talking about.

If you are talking about this antidote, I already feel that my body is much better, but my body is too weak, and I am afraid that I will not be able to fully recover for a while. "

"This antidote can't be solved at all, right?" Mo Yanjun mocked, "Because Tongqin is not your daughter at all."

"I don't know what you're talking about." A panic flashed in Fang Qiulu's eyes, and she forced herself to calm down, "Tongqin is my daughter. I was pregnant in October. How could it not be?"

"It's a good move for the civet cat to change the prince!"

Mo Yanjun's voice trembled a little because of his anger.

She looked at Fang Qiulu with anger, but when she looked at Mo Tongqin, she was filled with distress and anxiety.

She has always had her own pride, and the last thing she regrets in this life is to marry the wrong person, but other than that, everything is as she thought.

However, she never imagined that she would be so stupid and let her daughter endure the pain for so many years, and even these pains are related to her.

If she hadn't indulged Mo Huayue, how could Tong Qin suffer so much?

As a mother, how can she face her?

Fang Qiulu was completely panicked at the moment, she did not expect that the secret she had concealed for so many years would suddenly be discovered by Mo Yanjun.

For nineteen years, no one besides her knew that she thought she was hiding perfectly, but she never thought that such a mistake would appear when she was completely at ease.

"Madam, I'm already dying of illness now, even if you don't want to give me an antidote, you don't need to use such a guise."

With that said, Fang Qiulu grabbed Mo Tongqin's hand, her kind and loving face was full of worry and tension at this moment.

"Tongqin, you are the mother's biological daughter, don't believe other people's deceit."

Mo Tongqin looked at the familiar face in front of him, and suddenly felt strange.

Is this the kind of person she has been protecting her mother?

Mo Huayue, who had been in the clouds and mist, finally recovered at this moment. What is the civet cat for the prince?

If Mo Tongqin is the prince, does that mean she is a civet cat?

"Mother, what do you mean by this?" Mo Huayue was a little worried.

Even if she thinks this may be an excuse her mother made up for not giving the antidote, she can't just talk about such an important thing.

"She must want to tell me that the poison can't be cured, not because of the antidote, but because you are not my daughter."

Fang Qiulu sighed and shook her head, "Madam, you are so mean."