In the cold winter, Su Pan'er was in such pain that her whole body was drenched in sweat.
Hearing the words, she managed to shake her head, still worried about Old Xue outside, "Go, go and bring Old Xue here. No matter what, we cannot let anything happen to him! Go!"
"But..."
The personal soldier hesitated.
"Hurry!"
Su Pan'er endured the pain and scolded, "Didn't your lord tell you to obey this lady's orders?"
Of course, there was...
"Yes, my lady, please take care," the personal soldier said helplessly and ran out.
After the personal soldier left, Su Pan'er managed to endure the pain, untied Little Yanyan from her back and, unable to bear the pain any longer, curled up to protect her stomach, firmly guarding it!
Child, you must be good!
You will be fine, it's mother's fault, mother has made you suffer...