Su Xi-er laid in bed, her face coloured a sickly white.


Sitting beside the bed, Pei Qianhao grasped her slender wrist, pain crippling his heart.


The doctor arrived quickly and felt her pulse, reporting her condition to Pei Qianhao respectfully. “The excessive traveling has exhausted your wife and disturbed the fetus. I will prescribe some medicine to help stabilise her pregnancy; she’ll be fine after drinking it.”


Shock flashed through Pei Qianhao’s eyes, a tumultuous storm roiling in his heart. “Wu Ling, go get the herbs and arrange a comfortable horse carriage.”


With no other outsiders left in the room, Pei Qianhao traced the contours of Su Xi-er’s face as he murmured, “Xi-er, it’s been hard on you.”


Pain permeated his heart, but his eyes were filled with warmth. The sudden arrival of a child had surprised him, but also brought him another inexplicable feeling.


Meanwhile, Du Ling and Yun Ruofeng faced off against each other outside the door, not budging an inch.


“Yun Ruofeng, I’ll let you off for today. Scram right now.” Contempt hung at the corners of Du Ling’s mouth.


Despite the raging fury in his heart, Yun Ruofeng understood that the best opportunity had passed. A wise man knows when to give up temporarily; we still have time in the future. With that in mind, he left with Wu Yong.


“Western Region King, why didn’t you let me kill him?” Yu Xiao was displeased, feeling that they wouldn’t find another opportunity better than this.


“Your Prince and I have our own plans.” He then stepped into the room to check on Su Xi-er’s condition.


Upon entering the room, he coughed softly at the intimate scene before him.


Pei Qianhao raised his head for a moment before carefully tucking Su Xi-er under the quilt.


“What did the doctor say? How’s Xi-er?”


Pei Qianhao showed a gentle smile. “You’re going to be an uncle.”


Du Ling froze briefly. “You’re saying that Xi-er is pregnant?”


Pei Qianhao nodded.


“Haha, this King will send someone to inform Royal Grandmother. We can finally stop worrying.”


Due to Su Xi-er’s cold constitution, her chance of pregnancy was slim, and the Western Region’s Empress Dowager had relentlessly seeked out potential solutions to the problem. She was worried that her granddaughter's position in Beimin wouldn’t be secure if she didn’t have a child, and considering how far away the Western Region was, the Empress Dowager didn’t feel secure. However, this would no longer be an issue.


Pei Qianhao shook his head. “This matter shouldn’t be publicised; the more people who know about this, the greater the danger Su Xi-er may be in.”


“This King was too reckless.” Du Ling understood Pei Qianhao’s point, and looked at Su Xi-er with a worried expression. “Yun Ruofeng has already left, and I also plan to enter Xiliu again and find a way to save Hua Zirong. Xi-er can’t make the rigorous journey since she’s pregnant, so you should stay with her for a few days.”


“I’ll send Wu Ling to go with you.” Pei Qianhao calmly said.


Du Ling flashed a smile. “You can let Wu Ling stay by your side, but I’ll be taking Yu Xiao with me; otherwise, that rash fellow is going to take revenge on Yun Ruofeng by himself.”


“Hua Zirong is the monarch of a nation, so even if he’s currently held captive, his life shouldn’t be in danger.” Pei Qianhao reminded him.


“Mmm, I will make thorough preparations.” Du Ling left the room, brushing past Wu Ling.


“Prince, the medicine and horse carriage are ready.”

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