Capítulo 337: Long Yang’s Worry

He was still a little worried as he thought about it. If Zhao Qian's information about the horrors of menstrual pain was reliable, and if Weiwei suffered from it, how could her petite body bear it?

He furrowed his brow, momentarily distracted from the state affairs.

Why did women menstruate? 

Despite his worry, it was difficult for him to ask about a lady's private matter.

Zhao Qian's heart sank as he looked at his master's darkening face. Did he say something wrong?

He did not say much just now, though. He only recited to the Emperor what the palace maid had told him.

Wait—was the Emperor so gloomy because he was worried about Second Miss Lu?

When Zhao Qian thought of this possibility, his spirits rose.

He patted himself on the back, feeling that he was indeed a good subordinate who understood the Emperor's heart well.