Nan Feng reported the matter to Rong Ling, who raised an eyebrow coldly: "Too much melon? I suppose she doesn't want to serve me dinner."
Nan Feng immediately shook his head and replied, "Prince, I think the Princess Consort truly seems uncomfortable."
Rong Ling snorted coldly and as usual went to the Purple Bamboo Pavilion in the evening.
Inside the Purple Bamboo Pavilion, Si Qi was asking Feng Qing, "Princess Consort, are you really not eating tonight?"
Feng Qing touched her belly and smiled, "Eat, how could I not? If I don't eat, I'll definitely be too hungry to sleep tonight."
"But you said earlier that your stomach was uncomfortable."
"Even if it's uncomfortable, I can still eat two bowls. Go to the kitchen and get me a bowl of tender steamed egg custard, and a serving of thousand-layer shrimp dumplings. Oh, and have them make bamboo shoots chicken soup, and tell them to choose tender bamboo shoots, not those tough ones that are hard to chew."
