"Concubine." Qiu Yin hurriedly followed, "You're pregnant, don't walk so fast."
Xiao Anqi watched Xie Qianyun's rapidly departing figure and then turned to Xiao Luming, "Your Majesty, should you go see the Concubine?"
"She'll be fine after a while," Xiao Luming said nonchalantly.
Xiao Anqi wanted to say more but ultimately held back.
Xiao Luming tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
In the evening.
Xie Qianyun lay in bed.
After really calming down, she wasn't that angry anymore.
Thinking about it, she realized she had been overly sensitive.
Was it worth throwing a tantrum just for a bit of meat?
Ultimately, Xiao Anqi did care for her.
And the child in her belly was a dragon's son, possibly the next emperor; it's natural to be nervous and worried.
Once she understood, she realized she was wrong.
What's more, Xiao Luming had explained to her that he only had sibling-like affection for Xiao Anqi.
Why did she still doubt?
