"Princess Consort, you must take care of yourself, for you carry our little Princely Heir in your womb,"
Seeing Chu Baihan return to the room still appearing lost in thought, Ruolan's crying grew louder.
Doctor Wei had repeatedly cautioned that the Princess Consort was frail and the fetal position unstable, she must not be subjected to great happiness or sadness.
"No, I must clear up this matter with him. What right does he have to have people follow me!"
Perhaps the child inside her gave her strength, as Chu Baihan quickly stood up and walked out.
The guard still stood at the door of Qianling Pavilion, hesitant whether to leave or stay.
"Where is the Prince now?" Chu Baihan quickly asked.
"Before coming here, I believe I saw Lord Ziying and the Prince head to Cuiyue Building,"
The guard pondered for a long time before finally recalling this.
Cuiyue Building? Isn't that the most secluded tavern in the capital city? What is Yan Lin doing there all of a sudden?