Jin Moli rose to her feet, her face covered in blood, and pointed at Jin Canghan as she roared:
"He, Jin Canghan, is nothing but a useless wretch—a useless wretch who can't even have children! You want him to ascend the throne? Are you trying to let the Black Obsidian Nation's magnificent foundation be ruined in his hands?"
Su Qiao snorted. "You don't need to worry about that. There may already be a future heir in my belly."
"Even taking the worst-case scenario, even if we can't have children of our own, we can still choose a suitable heir from among the Imperial Family. In our hands, the Black Obsidian Nation will only grow more prosperous."
Jin Moli glared at Su Qiao in fury and resentment. "Su Qiao, I have never treated you poorly. Why must you be so heartless?"
Su Qiao sneered. "You never treated me poorly?"
"To deal with my Su family, you impersonated Jin Canghan and tricked me into entering the palace. During our wedding, to please your beloved Gu Wanting, you had Jin Canghan take your place in marrying me, and even spend the wedding night with me. You call that treating me well?"
"When I became pregnant with Jin Canghan's child, you and the Empress Dowager knew perfectly well that this was the only child Jin Canghan would ever have, yet you still schemed to eliminate the child in my belly. You damaged my health and nearly made it impossible for me to ever become a mother. You call that treating me well?"
Jin Moli opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.
So she had known everything—all of it—from the very beginning.
Jin Canghan had not heard Su Qiao's later words clearly. His mind was in a daze as he placed a hand on