Joanna was silently calculating the timing. At the current pace, in at most a month, she'd have the item in hand.
A month…
So many years of scheming, and she was finally about to get it.
But she couldn't actually feel happy; something felt off.
Just then, Lu Cong pointed downward and said, "Princess Consort, look, isn't that Nan Mufeng coming back?"
Joanna lowered her head to look—wasn't that Nan Mufeng?
Seeing him appear, Joanna relaxed a lot. "Come on, to the office."
Joanna went in and out of Nan Mufeng's office as she pleased, and she could touch anything inside at will. That was a privilege he'd given her, one of the signs of his capitulation.
She dropped into the boss chair, arrogantly sizing up Nan Mufeng who had just walked in. "How's Jian Xi? Her body okay?"
"More or less. Her early pregnancy reaction is really bad—she fainted once." Nan Mufeng's expression was grave; he deliberately looked exhausted.
