“Uh, it seems really terrible,” Bao Xi nervously swallowed. “More than that, the Dugu guy might be even more miserable. -_-|||”
“Don’t take off my clothes… T^T”
“How else will I eat you? I said I’ll be gentle, don’t be afraid.”
“Ah!!!”…
“Kids shouldn’t look!” Yu Mo covered the two holes in the window. “Not suitable for children.”
“Huh? But why is Brother Dugu the one moaning? According to this situation, it should be Little Han moaning, right?” Bao Xi asked. “⊙﹏⊙b sweat, little one, you know too much.”
“Uh, I heard about it,” Bao Xi said helplessly. “But Little Han is really lustful.” “Totally agree,” Yu Mo sighed. “T^T Feng’er, Xin’er, daddy is sorry for letting your mom have an affair.”
“Hey, don’t ruin the flowers, okay? -_-!” Yu Mo and Bao Xi turned back simultaneously.
[Volume Four: Inseparable, Chapter 96: Pregnant Again?!]
Half a month passed. Since it wasn’t confirmed whether she was pregnant, Shang insisted on not letting me leave the palace, so I kept lounging in Shang’s bedroom. After all, I’d rather die than go to that overwhelmingly large harem alone.
“Urgh…” I retched again. “Did I eat something wrong?” I covered my stomach. Shang nervously patted my back. “Han, are you okay? Should I call a royal physician?”
“Based on my years of experience, Her Majesty seems to be pregnant!” Li Gong Gong said joyfully.
“Really?!” Shang’s nervous expression disappeared, replaced by wild excitement. “Quickly summon the royal doctor! The most experienced one!”
Li Gong Gong took the order and sprinted away.
“Han, let me help you back,” Shang carefully supported me. “Be careful.”
“Mm.” For some reason, seeing Shang’s slightly happy and nervous expression warmed my heart. His smile was beautiful.
Shang only showed such a genuine smile in front of me. I hoped he could always smile like this, setting aside his imperial responsibilities.
“The royal doctor is here!” Li Gong Gong’s voice rang out, startling me.
An old physician with a beard approached, nearly kneeling before Shang but was helped up. “No need for formalities, come and check on the queen.” The physician leaned on his cane, walking over and placing his hand on my pulse.
Moments later, he grinned, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”
