In September, the Capital was no longer as scorching hot as during the height of summer. Early in the morning, before the mist had dispersed, the Emperor's procession grandly emerged onto the Imperial Street.
Inside the dragon carriage, Nangong Yi glanced at Cai Wei's swollen belly, his face still dark with displeasure. Seeing Cai Wei's cheerful and smiling demeanor, he said coldly, "You truly don't let people stop worrying. You're about to give birth! Can't you just stay peacefully in the Palace? Instead, you insist on coming out and making me fret. I must be insane—completely irrational—to have agreed to bring you here! Why is it that as soon as you beg me, I end up agreeing to anything you ask?"
