"What did you say? Who died?"
She asked calmly.
Gao Qiang was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something amiss in the atmosphere. He scratched his head in confusion: "Did I say something wrong?"
Xiao Hen knew that with his mother's intelligence, it was unlikely he could keep this a secret. He glanced at his mother's swollen belly, ready to give birth at any moment, worried that the shock could affect her pregnancy.
He said earnestly, "We haven't figured it out yet. I'll handle it. Mother, go inside and rest for a bit. I'll come to tell you once I've sorted everything out."
Princess Xinyang replied sternly, "No need, I'm fine. You can speak."
"This..." Gao Qiang scratched his head, leaned closer to Xiao Hen, and whispered, "Should I say it or not?"
Xiao Hen sighed deeply, "You may as well say it."
At this point, there was no point in staying silent.
Gao Qiang acknowledged and then awkwardly asked, "What should I say?"
"Who died?" Princess Xinyang reminded him.
