Chapter 472 Is Snowflake Hua Feixue?

Chapter 472: Is Snowflake Hua Feixue or Not?

After Hua Feixue finished speaking, she coquettishly said to Luo Jingshen, "Your Highness, the way I see it, we should just force her to get rid of the baby. Look, she's already using the child to threaten you, and she hasn't even done anything yet. If the child is actually born, she'd be sitting right on Your Highness's head."

Luo Jingshen's brow furrowed slightly. He'd initially thought Ji Qingqing was lying about being pregnant to trick him into rescuing her, but it turned out she was telling the truth.

He had also asked the imperial physician whether he could be sure the kid in Ji Qingqing's belly was really his.

The physician's answer was that the baby was too small and hadn't formed yet; they'd only know for sure once it was born.

Luo Jingshen, though, could pretty much figure it out—the child Ji Qingqing was carrying was indeed his.

The timeline checked out—she'd been a virgin when they slept together.

That was enough to make it highly likely he was the father.

Ji Qingqing, though, couldn't get Hua Feixue's "seven times in one night" out of her head.

Her first thought was: did that bitch actually sleep with the Crown Prince?

Otherwise, how would she know something so private about Luo Jingshen?

This realization completely broke Ji Qingqing down.

She now understood why Hua Feixue had always refused Ji Qingfeng whenever he tried to get intimate with her after bringing her back to the Marquis's residence.

At first, they all thought Hua Feixue was playing some hard-to-get game, and Ji Qingqing didn't want Ji Qingfeng alone with Hua Feixue either, so she'd often find excuses to drag him away.

Now that she thought about it, Hua Feixue's target had never been Ji Qingfeng—it was Crown Prince Luo Jingshen all along.

That bitch was so scheming.

Ji Qingqing wanted to curse at Hua Feixue, but remembering the slap she'd just gotten, she held back.

Her eyes brimming with tears, she looked at Luo Jingshen, but he didn't even give her a single look. He just stood there, his mind elsewhere.

Hua Feixue cursed inwardly, "This spineless dog of a man can't even make a decision without dragging his feet."

Afraid Luo Jingshen might soften, she kept stirring the pot, "Your Highness, Second Miss Ji is just a fake who stole someone else's identity. What good could a child born from someone like that possibly be?"

"Who can guarantee that the Emperor and Empress, and everyone around you, would accept him? His identity would never be able to see the light of day—he'd be forever in the shadows!"

"Your Highness, you must think carefully!"

Hua Feixue's words pelted Luo Jingshen like rain, completely waking him up.

It made him think of himself.

If Consort Li hadn't come to him and told him herself, he might never have found out he was a fake, living his whole life in the delusion that he was the Empress's legitimate son.

Ever since he learned his true identity, he'd never been the same, living each day in constant fear, walking on eggshells.

Luo Jingshen had asked himself if he hated Consort Li, if he hated Prince Nanxiao.

The answer was definitely yes.

Those two had schemed together to bring him into the world, then switched him with Luo Junhe, raising him as the Empress's son so he'd think he was heaven's chosen one.

But reality had slapped him awake out of nowhere.

Luo Jingshen knew that everything in the past had just been a dream; in reality, his life had been in someone else's hands all along.

One thought leads to heaven, one step leads to hell—take one wrong step and you're done for.

Wasn't his current identity also something that couldn't see the light of day, something that couldn't be brought out in public?

His face turned terribly grim at these thoughts. He couldn't stand the thought of Ji Qingqing's child latching onto him and sucking him dry.

He knew better than anyone just how ambitious Ji Qingqing was.

If he let her have the baby, the moment she got the chance, she'd turn around and bite him.

With that in mind, Luo Jingshen turned to the imperial physician and ordered coldly, "Go brew a bowl of abortion medicine and bring it here. Make Second Miss Ji drink it."

The physician bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

Hearing these words, Ji Qingqing nearly went mad. Unable to contain herself any longer, she rushed to the prison door and cried, "Your Highness, that's your own flesh and blood! How can you bear to kill him?"

"Your Highness, I beg you to reconsider and spare the child in my womb!"

Ji Qingqing had previously thought that the explosion that night had rendered Luo Jingshen impotent, and that the child in her belly might be his only chance at offspring in his entire life.

So she had assumed Luo Jingshen would surely pamper her, take care of her, and rescue her.

But she had never calculated that Luo Jingshen would already have a new woman by his side so quickly.

And that woman was the very Hua Feixue she hated most.

That bitch had crawled into Luo Jingshen's bed, which meant his impotence must have been cured.

So how could she still use the child to threaten him?

Ji Qingqing felt that all of this was Hua Feixue's doing—it was her malicious instigation that made Luo Jingshen unwilling to keep her child.

She hated Hua Feixue with gnashing teeth, wishing she could drink her blood, eat her flesh, and slice her into a thousand pieces.

At the same time, it further cemented Ji Qingqing's conviction that Snowflake was Hua Feixue.

She didn't know Snowflake, but she had a grudge against Hua Feixue. Ji Qingqing was certain she was Hua Feixue, disguised as Snowflake merely to take revenge on her.

Thinking this, she decided she wouldn't let Hua Feixue get off easy. Her eyes turned bloodshot as she glared at her.

"You're not Snowflake at all—you must be Hua Feixue! Otherwise, how could two names be so similar?"

Then she looked at Luo Jingshen with pleading eyes and accused, "Your Highness, you must believe me. I'm really not lying this time. I'm absolutely certain—she's the woman Hua Feixue that my second brother brought back. She definitely doesn't have good intentions staying by your side."

Seeing that Luo Jingshen wasn't responding, suddenly a flash of inspiration struck Ji Qingqing, as if she'd thought of something.

"Oh, Your Highness, I remember now! Once when I was arguing with Hua Feixue, I saw with my own eyes a crescent-shaped scar behind her ear. If Your Highness doesn't believe me, just have someone check her ear and you'll know the truth."

Sure enough, after she said this, Luo Jingshen's gaze turned to examine Hua Feixue.

Because of Ji Qingqing's persistent insistence, Luo Jingshen felt that such a matter couldn't be groundless.

It must be that the two really looked alike, which was why Ji Qingqing kept bringing up Hua Feixue's name again and again.

Moreover, Luo Jingshen also felt that the names Hua Feixue and Snowflake did sound somewhat similar.

Was this a coincidence, or was it truly premeditated?

Hua Feixue cursed Ji Qingqing inwardly for being so talkative. She was already at death's door, yet still trying to drag her down with her.

From the look on Luo Jingshen's face, she knew—this dog of a Crown Prince really was starting to suspect her!

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