"So your meaning is, we can only wait?"
Empress Chen Miaotong grew anxious; it was precisely because she couldn't wait that she thought of relying on medicine to become pregnant faster.
Ji Ruyan spread her hands, "Your Majesty, there's nothing wrong with your body. If I were to prescribe medicine randomly, it would only make it harder for you to conceive. Moreover, all medicines have some toxicity. Are you really going to risk your body as a joke?"
Hearing this, Empress Chen Miaotong felt crushed.
In fact, she really wanted a child.
Ji Ruyan understood the harem's fight for favor; how long could the so-called favoritism last? She knew that whether it's the Empress or a concubine, they all hoped for a child to avoid being sent to live in isolation in the ancient temples when they grew old, so as not to live alone for the rest of their lives.
Ji Ruyan glanced at Empress Chen Miaotong but said nothing more.
