Now, every time she vomits, the whole family is on edge.
Saint Ruan looked at the pale-faced Su Yingxue, his handsome brows furrowed, âThe pulse is fine, the body isnât showing problems either, and the prescription you took is supposed to stimulate the appetite and strengthen the spleen without harming the fetus, yet you keep vomiting. I suspect this child might be the reincarnation of some demon.â
âYouâre the demon⦠Ugh!â
Before Su Yingxue could finish her sentence, she viciously kicked Saint Ruan, âYou old coot, if youâre so capable, shed your skin and let everyone see what kind of demon you really are!â
How dare he call her child a demon!
She wouldnât let him get away with it!
Saint Ruan dodged her kick, shamelessly grinning, âIâm not shedding anything. If you have the guts, jump up and hit me! Itâs not like Iâm the one carrying a weird fetus and suffering! Besides, I didnât become emperor and leave your hubby here in the dust, blah blah blah!â
Saint Ruanâs laughter was as irritating as it could be!
Chu Yihan had heard everything from outside the door; he entered with an expression so stern, his presence alone could suffocate someone.
Saint Ruanâs legs shook, âChu Yihan! What⦠how did you get here!â
âIf I hadnât come, would you continue to bully her? Saint Ruan, are you seeking death?â
The word âdeathâ from Chu Yihanâs lips seemed to turn Saint Ruan into a corpse already.
He ran faster than anyone could.
Su Yingxue vomited again, âBlahââ
This time there was nothing left to throw up, just the acidic water from her stomach, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
Chu Yihan quickly took the cup of water from Zhilanâs hands and rushed over to her, helping her rinse her mouth.
He cradled her small face in his hands, forming a circle with his palm, his expression cold and serious, âHow could this be? Why didnât you tell me if you were sick?â
âYour Highness⦠oh, no, emperor, grandfather said youâve been very busy lately and shouldnât be disturbed, so Iâve been waiting at the Marquisâs Manor for you to come over.â Su Yingxue curled up in discomfort on the bed, wanting to be obedient and sensible, but she never expected that being so would mean not seeing Chu Yihan for a whole month.
Moreover, the child in her womb was restless, giving her no peace day or night.
âDo you know whatâs wrong with yourself? Should I bring the imperial physician over?â
Chu Yihan held her hand, feeling that she had slimmed down all over, and his heart ached unbearably.
Su Yingxue opened her mouth to speak but, seeing so many people in the room, changed her words, âItâs just some stomach discomfort, nothing serious. Have you finished with your recent busy work? Have you come to take me with you?â
Though she wasnât eager for life in the imperial palace, she wanted to go wherever Chu Yihan was.
âIf your health isnât good, itâs better to recuperate at the Marquisâs Manor. Being with family, youâd feel more at ease. I am here to discuss military expedition matters with Su Hao,â Chu Yihan said gently, his voice soft and tender, as if cradling all his care and tenderness in his palm for her.
After waiting a month, Su Yingxueâs parched heart felt as if it were being quenched by Yu Lu, and she smiled sweetly hugging Chu Yihan, âAlright, Iâll listen to the emperor!â
Chu Yihan stayed with her a while longer, rubbed her head, and then went to find Su Hao.
Su Yingxue watched him leave. Their relationship seemed affectionate, sweet as honey, without a hint of discord, yet Su Yingxue couldnât help feeling that Chu Yihan was not as attentive as before.
In the past, wherever he went, heâd think of her and visit, but now, he seemed uncomfortable being around her for long periods.
âMiss, although the emperor treats you well, after his coronation, he has yet to bring you into the imperial palace, nor has he mentioned anything about making you empressâ¦â
Zhilan was hesitant to add to Su Yingxueâs worries with these words, but considering Su Yingxueâs position, if she couldnât become empress, how heartbroken she would be?