Ji Qingwu wanted to gauge Emperor Wu Su's expression to plan her next move, but he caught her in the act.
Seeing him staring at her head, she reached up in confusion and touched the cloth bundle on her hair.
'It hasn't come loose. It's wrapped tightly. My appearance is fine.'
But Emperor Wu Su's brow furrowed even deeper, his face filled with displeasure.
Tao Wanxin's kneeling body trembled more violently. Ji Qingwu said softly, "Your Majesty, Princess Yong is pregnant."
Hearing her speak, the corners of Emperor Wu Su's mouth turned down.
Ji Qingwu quickly lowered her head again, leaving only the small, gray cloth bundle visible on top.
After a long moment, the Emperor finally spoke, but it was to ask, "How long has Prince Yong been kneeling at the hall entrance?"
Li Yuzong took a few steps forward and replied respectfully, "Since the morning court session ended. It has been four hours."
