Li Qingxun remained silent.
Having spent every moment with Zhang He'an on this journey, inseparable day and night, she had long anticipated the day she would become pregnant.
The physician was utterly loyal to Li Qingxun and knew the child in her womb was Zhang He'an's.
Kneeling on the ground, the physician asked, "Your Highness, we will soon arrive at the imperial capital of the Yelang Kingdom. If news of your pregnancy spreads, you may face persecution from the Yelang Emperor... Your Highness, would you like a dose of abortifacient?"
In the physician's view, getting rid of the child early would spare them much trouble.
But Li Qingxun only shook her head. "I want this child. Brew me some prenatal medicine instead."
The physician's lips twitched, but in the end, he obeyed her command.
Before long, the warm, bitter medicine was ready. Li Qingxun held the bowl, steeling herself to drink the foul-tasting concoction, when Zhang He'an strode in and snatched it from her hands.
