Even worse, they won’t let me gamble! Why?! I’m really puzzled! But with such a righteous argument, the words would die in my throat before I could speak.
According to discussions, Shuyang had returned to the palace to prepare for the wedding. Since I was now carrying his child, we needed to marry first to have a proper status. Otherwise, marrying after the child is born would be seen as a “shotgun wedding,” which wouldn’t be ideal.
Shuyang had released all the concubines from the inner palace, promoting those with official positions. This was the condition to encourage the concubines to leave willingly. However, this caused concern about the continuation of the royal lineage.
But they’re overthinking it! Isn’t there already one in my belly?!
Because of this child, I will become a mother and lead an extremely boring, monotonous, confusing, and family-centered life.
During this time, I still have some things to say, like about the two developing romances.
The relationship between Mo Ran and Silly Lu is naturally getting better and better. Mo Ran, who has no feelings for the opposite sex, even skipped work to date Silly Lu. I almost wanted to chop him with a kitchen knife, but four people held me back.
The situation between Ning Yu An and Little Yue Yue is even more tense. Poor Little An kneels in front of Little Yue Yue’s door every morning, holding roses, only standing up after she agrees. He prepares clothes and daily necessities for her, cooks three meals a day personally, and even prepares a bath with flower petals in the evening…
In short, he has put in a lot of effort to win Little Yue Yue’s heart, yet he does it all happily, with a foolish smile on his face, without any complaints. I can’t help but wonder, are men really this foolish in love? How can they become so silly… -_-!
But there’s no code in this text. This seems to be a segment of Chinese literature that needs to be translated. Here’s the translation:
“But you must drink this soup, otherwise, your health will suffer, and if your health isn’t good, it will affect…” “Enough! I don’t want to hear it! I won’t drink! Won’t drink!” I stubbornly kept my mouth tightly shut, refusing to open it.
