A Rare and Uneasy Peace

When Lu Fenying came in, Mo Qian'er was taking small sips of the porridge. When she raised her head and saw him walk in, she hurriedly stood up. "Your Highness, why are you here so early?"

Lu Fenying sat down and looked at the food on the table. "Why are you only eating these?"

How could this be nutritious for the baby?

"The imperial doctor said I can only eat these," Mo Qian'er sat down and replied softly.

Her voice was low and carried a trace of bitterness.

It was only then that Lu Fenying remembered that he had hurt her last night, and she might not be able to have children again.

Seeing Mo Qian'er sitting there with her head down, Lu Fenying's chest suddenly hurt.

"Oh," he replied with some difficulty.

Mo Qian'er picked up her porridge and sipped it again.

She was as quiet as an obedient child.