Powerless
Editor: Atlas Studios
Helpless, Qi Haoran gently patted Mu Yangling's head and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll summon the imperial physician."
Mu Yangling grabbed him and told him not to call for help. As she cried, she shook her head. "I'm not feeling unwell. There's no need to call for them. It's all my fault. Back then when life was tough, I've even lay in the snow to hunt in the winter and I was perfectly fine. I even plowed the fields under the vicious sun without getting any headaches or fevers. It must be because life is too good these days, that I'm suffering a loss of appetite from the hot weather. How would I know that you've done so much for me…"
Of course, Qi Haoran wouldn't blame Mu Yangling. In his opinion, all of this was the baby's fault. He hugged Ah Ling in his arms and said hatefully, "It's not your fault. It's all because of our unborn child. When he's born, I'll smack his butt. Even his big brother wasn't as mischievous as him."