The moment Xia Ruqing laid eyes on the green apricots, her mouth instantly flooded with saliva, and her eyes gleamed.
"Sour?"
"I'll eat, I'll eat!"
Her stomach churned as if a raging sea, and she was about to throw up.
Zi Yue no longer hesitated and brought over the plate.
Sure enough, Xia Ruqing took an apricot and began to eat.
Standing to the side, Zi Yue felt sour just watching.
"My Lady, this servant heard the Old Sisters say, 'Sour for sons, spicy for daughters!'"
"The child you're carrying in your belly must surely be a Little Prince!"
After finishing an apricot, Xia Ruqing spat out the pit with a look of relief on her face.
She touched her stomach.
"Whether it's a Prince or a Princess, I'll love them all the same!"
"But, I do hope that this first one is a Princess!"
If it were a Princess, the Empress would also be delighted, and no one would have designs on her! If it were a Prince, then he would be the Crown Prince. A thorn in many people's sides!
