As Ji Qingwu took Du Yufang's pulse, her eyes remained fixed on her.
She took her pulse for a very long time—so long that Du Yufang's fingers began to tremble unnaturally, as if she were afraid of what might be discovered.
Ji Qingwu withdrew her hand. "The concubine is indeed unwell. The physician from Qingchun Hall said yesterday that nothing was wrong, but that's only because he has seen too few cases like this."
Du Yufang was filled with suspicion, wondering why Ji Qingwu would help her. She turned a pitiful gaze toward Prince Yong.
"My Prince, with Miss Ji as a witness, I truly am unwell. I am not faking it."
Ji Qingwu spoke up. "Don't be so hasty, concubine. I'm not finished."
"Your body has a major problem. If you wish to carry this child to term, you must remain on bed rest until the birth."
'Bed rest? Doesn't that mean I can't go out whenever I please? This is like dropping a rock on my own foot.'
