“Where does Your Majesty feel ill?”
“Bengong won’t summon you here if bengong knows.”
“Then please allow me.” The man ignored her curtness. He could already largely guess her condition from her attitude alone.
The prince, renowned for his ability in medicine, touched her wrist. Silence fell as Ouyang Wenrou was being serious. Bai Yu herself knew, too, of the appropriate time for her to act a certain way.
“How is it?” The frustration in her voice had slightly lessened.
Ouyang Wenrou answered not with words, but with a wide smile that differed from the polite smile he usually had.
“It’s good news, Your Majesty.”
“What good news?” Bai Yu asked, wanting to confirm her thoughts.
“Your Majesty is preg—”
“Wait.” Bai Yu held her hand up to stop Ouyang Wenrou from finishing his sentence.