But her sister-in-law wasn't an outsider; telling her was surely harmless.
Because she had let it slip, Xiang'er didn't linger after dinner. She just cleared the plates and bowls and left.
But not long after, she returned with two plates of pastries: one was a plate of cloud cakes, and the other was plum cake.
"Mother said you had a tiring day, Sister-in-law, and didn't eat much for dinner. She was worried you'd get hungry tonight, so she had me bring some snacks over ahead of time."
Xiang'er put the things down and vanished in a flash.
Chen Wanqing thought about her mother's lesson from yesterday, and then about Mrs. Zhao's meaningful reminder. Suddenly, her heart began to race, and her cheeks burned.
Remembering the rites of conjugal union, all thoughts of being "unable to give birth" flew out the window.
