When Ji Qingrong saw the crowded room, she gasped softly and, despite her large belly, began to bow to the worried-looking Prince Yong and the fuming Princess Qingyun.
Ji Qingwu cleared her throat.
Prince Yong immediately stood up. "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay long." He looked intently at Ji Qingwu and added, "If the Princess Consort needs anything, feel free to send someone to find me."
Qingyun also stood up and walked over with a show of great affection to help support Ji Qingrong.
"Cousin, there's no need for such formalities between us. Quick, come sit down. Judging by the look of it, you must be due soon, right?"
Ji Qingrong had never received such an enthusiastic reception from Princess Qingyun. She suppressed her surprise and responded with a smile of her own.
"I still have a little over a month."
Ji Qingwu sat beside her older sister with a faint smile, her eyes shining as she gazed at Ji Qingrong, as if she couldn't look at her enough.
