"It's not that," Princess Yongning frowned and said, "I'm certain, this was Li Xian's doing. Otherwise, who else would do such a thing? But Mr. Shen," she slowly stood up straight and looked at Shen Yurong, as if trying to see into his heart, she asked, "This is your child, so why don't I feel, not even a bit of sadness from you?"
Shen Yurong quietly watched her, and after a long silence, he said, "He's already dead."
"But that was your child!" Princess Yongning exclaimed sharply.
She suddenly realized that from the beginning until now, whenever Shen Yurong talked about the child, whether he was analyzing Li Xian or stating the outcomes, there was not the slightest bit of grief in his expression. If he had any affection for the child, he wouldn't be so indifferent. Even someone as ruthless as Princess Yongning had genuinely felt pain upon learning of her miscarriage.
Could it be that he didn't feel anything at all? This was his own flesh and blood!
