Qian Tong and Qian Shuang were both unmarried girls. They had lost their parents since childhood and lived a simple life in Prince Rui's palace. They rarely chatted with the old ladies and young wives in the palace, and they only cared about pregnancy.
After a wedding, women would vomit like crazy when they have a baby. Tao Xiaowei had no symptoms of being unhappy, so they didn't think of it at all.
Hearing Yan Rong's unintentional joke, several scorching eyes immediately focused on Tao Xiaowei's slightly protruding belly.
Yan Xi put her wrist on Tao Xiaowei's pulse, closed her eyes, and after a while, slowly opened her eyes and said to Yan Rong, "It seems that the plan is about to change. Weiwei's current health is not suitable for traveling far."
In other words, she is really pregnant with the baby.
Gluttony, picky eating, and lethargy are all symptoms of early pregnancy. Everyone ignored it as they were rushing along the way.[
"Wow, we are about to have a young master. Qian Shuang, go and help Madam prepare lunch again. Those greasy dishes will be replaced with light ones. We also have pork bones. Let's make some soup for Madam to eat with it."
Qian Tong rarely showed panic, so she dragged her sister Qian Shuang out like a headless fly, fearing that Tao Xiaowei would not be nourished enough and the young master would be wronged.
Yan Rong teased with a half-smile, "Seventh brother, you work really hard, but you don't know how to control it. Weiwei is still young, so giving birth at this time is a little harder." He turned to Zhuye Tong behind him.
Smiling flatteringly, "Xiao Tong, my brother is about to have a child. When will you nod and agree to marry me? Maybe if we work hard, we can have a baby next year."
Zhuye Tong wore a white veil on his face today. It was thin and reflected the blush on his cheeks. He used his eyes to gouge Yanrong fiercely, and quietly pinched a small ball of flesh on his back with his bare hands, elegantly
Rotate one hundred and eighty degrees.
Yan Rong was in pain, and rubbed Zhuye Tong's thigh pitifully like an abused puppy.
In public, Zhuye Tong was not as thick-skinned as Yan Rong and ran away quickly.
Yan Rong winked at Yan Xi and exited in a very sensible manner, leaving the small courtyard to Yan Xi and his wife who had fallen into ecstasy and could not extricate themselves.