"Since no one is speaking, go and invite the master in." Fujin's heart had already sunk; since no one was speaking, it might be bad news.
If it was bad, she wanted to see Hongqi.
When Hongqi heard that it was a breech position, he was startled. Now hearing that Fujin wanted to see him, he completely disregarded protocol and went straight in.
After all, the situation was bad, and no one dared to stop him.
Beside the couch, Fujin was weak and pale, looking at him: "Master."
Hongqi suddenly froze on the spot, a bit afraid to go forward.
In that instant, he suddenly felt that more than three years of companionship weren't enough. Although they were very close, like honey mixed with oil.
But no moment had ever made him feel different like this one.
He suddenly understood why sometimes his Imperial Father could look at his Mother's back or sleeping face for a long time, with a face full of smiles or tenderness.
He used to think his Imperial Father was being silly.
