After Geng Songfu left, Emperor Yong'an slammed his fist heavily on the desk in front of him, causing it to shatter into pieces, with porcelain bowls and plates crashing to the ground.
"Your Majesty..." Wu Xian was also a bit frightened.
...
One day later.
Prince Wei's Mansion.
In the study that had witnessed countless affairs, in the height of June, the doors and windows were shut tightly, keeping the sunlight out, with a few wisps of sandalwood incense curling inside.
Yue Ruyan stood behind the desk, her clothes half undone, a strand of hair stuck to her cheek with sweat, her thin lips biting gently, and a beautiful leg lifted.
No one knew how much time had passed, but a rare blush of shyness appeared on her charming, valiant face, and her cheeks gradually turned red. After hesitating for a moment, she turned her head and whispered, "Husband, I... I might be pregnant."
