Gazing at her gradually swelling belly, Princess Iron Fan's expression shifted between cloud and sun, her brows furrowing.
If fire could not refine it away, she naturally still had other means.
But before, every time she had used fire to refine it, the guilt in her heart toward the fetus had grown by another measure.
Now the fetus had already taken shape. Feeling that other heartbeat inside her body, when she tried to strike again, she could no longer harden her heart.
"Forget it!"
After a long while, Princess Iron Fan sighed and gently stroked her belly. That ruthless, vicious female rakshasa vanished from sight, and a few traces of maternal radiance appeared on her face.
After struggling for so long, to be honest, she was tired too.
Besides, could it be that without a father, she, Princess Iron Fan, could not raise a child by herself?
Why did she have to be so tangled over who the child's father was?
This was her child.
A child who belonged to her alone.
Over the course of this month, her feelings toward that child had slowly changed from rejection to acceptance.
In the mortal world, Child-Bestowing Guanyin revealed a smile. Though Princess Iron Fan had cultivated into a Ghost Immortal, she was vicious and ruthless, killing without blinking, her methods extremely cruel, and thus she was called Rakshasa Woman.
This was not a good title. Rakshasa meant evil ghost, and this Buddhist Sect protector bestowed by Buddha was precisely the opportunity to awaken her conscience and convert her.
What followed would naturally be water flowing into a channel.
Only, the channel might form a little faster than expected.
Two months later, Princess Iron Fan's abdomen swelled. Three months later, pain seized her belly, as though she had reached her time to