Ji Mingzhu had been pregnant in her previous life.
Knowing how difficult the process of pregnancy can be, and how fragile pregnant women are.
Giving birth is like passing through the Ghost Gate, a slight mishap can result in both mother and child losing their lives.
Du Peifang's provocation was received by her.
If she thinks avoiding this cup of tea is a victory, she's gravely mistaken!
Ji Mingzhu withdrew her gaze indifferently.
Princess An He felt stifled with anger, and with no outlet for it, staying here wasn't a wise choice.
"Before Young Master went out, he said he would return to the manor for lunch. I came in a hurry and forgot to tell the cook what dishes he wanted."
She glanced outside, "When I arrived, I saw Aunt Lin kneeling at the courtyard gate. You must have important matters to attend to, so I won't take up more of your time."
She nodded slightly and signaled to gold.
Gold immediately followed, leaving the hall just like that.
