In the grand hall, Chen Yi watched as Zhu E stepped out.
"How is she?" Chen Yi stood up and asked immediately.
It wasn't just her well-being he was concerned about, but also the unborn child developing in her womb.
Calculating by time, it was nearly one month along.
If Qin Qingluo were to discover it as usual, it would take another two months, after the New Year.
However, this turn of events threatened to shatter the remaining sliver of tenderness in Chen Yi's heart.
This proud and defiant female Prince had dared to play with fire like this!
Zhu E nestled in his embrace, her tone tinged with guilt as she said:
"She's much better now, just a bit fatigued. I'm afraid this final encounter, my lord, she won't be able to join you."
Chen Yi, knowing what to say, lightly patted her shoulder and replied:
"It's fine. With Aunt Zhu here, it's enough."
Zhu E curled her lips into a faint smile, her tone shedding its seductive quality for a more serious, elder-like one:
