Ji Qingwu had just stabilized her pregnancy and cleared her blocked meridians, so she wasn't worried about agitating her.
She said, "When the time comes, you can go watch Prince Consort Li's wedding procession and see for yourself."
Mo Lingling shot to her feet in terror, her legs trembling as she stumbled backward, as if she had just heard something utterly unbelievable.
On the other side of the door, Duan Mingfeng was speechless with shock.
'This Miss Ji is so perceptive! She figured out whose child Mo Lingling is carrying from just a few words.'
The three of them were not only from the same hometown, Xianyang, but had also known one another since they were children.
