"Kids shouldn't worry about these things."
Phoebe Huxley wasn't concerned, either. A few years ago, when policies were strict, they hadn't dared to raise them. But things were more relaxed now, so what was there to be afraid of? Besides, the Thorne family had been poor, upstanding peasants for eighteen generations. 'What the hell is there to be scared of!'
Byron Thorne and Felix Thorne didn't seem to mind either, which put Tang Xiaonan at ease. If it were really serious, the Thornes wouldn't be so calm. 'It must be a minor issue, right?'
"One more thing, don't spread the word about Lana's pregnancy just yet. Let's wait until things are more stable before we say anything."
Frederick Thorne had ridden a few feet before turning back, nagging like a meddlesome old woman. Raina grew impatient and snapped, "I know, I know! Your wife is more precious than an empress. I won't say a word even after the baby is born."
