It seemed that there was some truth to Gu Bailu's words.
If that was the case, Mo Qian'er couldn't let Xiao Xiao misunderstand anything.
She was already a withered flower. There was no way she could give him a reply. Even if she was free, it was impossible for her to have anything to do with him.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm the crown prince's woman. I've served him since I was ten, and I'm pregnant with his baby. The beauty in Mr. Xiao's eyes is just a withered flower. There's no need for you to lose your reputation over such a person."
Mo Qian'er sat up again and got off the bed. She pulled on his sleeve and said, "Please go, Mr. Xiao!"
Looking at her frail figure in her white robe, Xiao Xiao didn't dare continue.
He was afraid that Mo Qian'er would avoid him in the future, which was the last thing he wanted.
Xiao Xiao stood up. "Alright, I'll go. Go back to bed. You're the one who's sick."
Mo Qian'er let go of him. "Thank you."