The Missed Whore (Emperor Transmigration )
Cleanse My Son for Me.

Day after day Eleena walked on, on, the routine during the day he spent in the weapons workshop and at night if the Prince came he would serve the man satisfactorily until the Prince did not dare to complain let alone get angry.

Not felt two weeks passed, the Prince's wedding will be held ten days later. But Eleena doesn't look angry or sad, she just lives her life before she actually leaves.

After two weeks inside the workshop, Eleena had already managed to make a sharp double-sided axe, hammer, even padlock with a few keys. Even now he was making a sword for the prince's wedding gift, a sword with a phoenix-shaped handle with a sharp two-sided sword blade. Today he plans to give the gift to the Prince, before he will run away on the Prince's wedding day.

Yep. Eleena was already very close to the four men in the weapon workshop, the more days they became more like a family. Until Eleena finally gained their trust, she expressed her desire to escape from the Prince's Palace and all promised to help her escape even Andrian and Ace wanted to accompany her away.

"The sword is done?" andrian asked, he squatted and watched Eleena work.

"Died smooth, a few more minutes finished. Andrian's job is done?" eleena asked without looking, she wanted to finish the sword immediately.

"Um, this is a drink first. You have so much sweat" Andrian gave her a glass of water, Eleena took it out with a single sip of water and then she focused on her work.

Andrian shook his head, if you've worked, you'll forget anything. Elele's pretty face even with dirt, the woman's palm even has a lot of peeling because it hardens and then rubbed and opened.

Andrian wiped the sweat on Ele's temple, then intended to find a cure for the wound on the palm of the woman he had liked. Likes not as mistress or sister, but likes men in women.

Just now Andrian wanted to get up from his squat, his body was pulled upwards then suddenly floated to the back of his stomach was hit hard by someone.

"Argght!" Andrian grimaced in pain, his hand going down to the stomach that was hit.

The prince came back forward, lifting up Andrian's thin body strangling the man's neck with one hand, the other hand was already clenched ready to attack again but was held back by Eleena.

"Prince, no. What are you doing?!" shout Eleena.

"This boy dares wipe your sweat! Dare to look at you with a look of wanting you! Eleena! You are my woman! How dare!"

Eleena was still holding the Prince's fist, ever since working on forging iron the muscles in her arms were formed. Although not strong, but he has energy.

"Surge!" The prince rebelled and released Eleena's hand.

"Arr!" Eleena screamed in pain, her face was elbowed by the Prince's hand. Blood immediately flowed from his nose.

The prince turned around to release his strangulation from Andrian's neck, his eyes wide at the sight of blood pouring from Eleena's nose. "Elene."

Seeing her face hurt, Prince Jagger thoughtlessly grabbed Eleena's body and ran out of the room. Along the way he cursed his emotions that are always easily ignited. Especially during the few weeks spent with Eleena, her feelings softened.

"Santos! Hurry up and call Abner to check!"

"Prince, my nose is only nudged by you. It'll be fine in a moment, don't call anyone," Eleena stroked the Prince's face to calm the man down. It seems like the Prince was jealous.

' Is the Prince jealous? Or just angry that my face was touched by another man besides him and his ego was hurt?

The prince laid Eleena's body on the bed, she shrouded attentively.

Eleena has indeed felt it, some recently the Prince behaved like never before. Sometimes he feels the Prince has fallen in love with him, but when the Prince's emotions come out the man will return to be indifferent to him.

Abner comes, he immediately treats Eleena's nose. When he finished, the man with medical expertise left.

"You must be in pain, right?" The prince stroked Eleena's face gently.

"It's okay, it just feels painful."

The prince looked at Eleena as if he loved her, his normally cold voice now sometimes always soft.

"Prince, do you like me?" eleena asked at last, she had been waiting to ask but she had always held back.

"Blessed son to me, Eleena."

Not the answer that Eleena wanted to hear but even the words that sounded terrible to the woman who came from the 20th century.

'I have to what?! Give birth to a son for her! She told me to get pregnant! Crazyhead!