Wangyou Palace was utterly silent. Song Yunzhao was sleeping soundly, but Feng Yi, beside her, had already risen to prepare for the morning court. He threw on an outer robe and sat on the edge of the bed. Turning to look at the woman on the bed, his gaze unconsciously fell upon her abdomen. His hand gently brushed over the spot, separated by the silk quilt.
Feng Yi's expression flickered through several changes. In the end, he rose and left.
The moment Feng Yi left, Song Yunzhao's eyelids trembled. She let out a soft sigh of relief, realizing she had broken out in a cold sweat without even noticing.
She had woken the moment Feng Yi moved. She had originally planned to feign sleep to give him a surprise, but the Emperor had given her a fright instead.
She subconsciously reached for her own stomach. Even through the quilt, and though the Emperor's touch had been very light, she had felt his palm.
'So, my previous suspicions were justified.'
