Mo Canglan arrived very quickly.
The elegant young man, calm and composed, with handsome, distinct features, had shed the immaturity of youth and matured without losing his grace.
Duchess of Zhen, Lin Jinyun, and Feng Liu gathered around the small table, watching him take Xuanyuan Qing's pulse.
Mo Canglan's fingertips lightly rested on her pulse, his expression calm, giving no hint of anything unusual.
The Duchess of Zhen's heartbeat quickened, her forehead beading with sweat in nervousness, and she suddenly gasped for breath, swaying as if to faint.
"Grandmother!"
Lin Jinyun and Feng Liu were startled, one on either side supporting her, gently rubbing her back to help calm her down.
Mo Canglan was unfazed, his lips curving slightly as he withdrew his hand, smilingly giving a bow: "Congratulations to the old Madam, the Regent, and the Princess Consort. You are indeed expecting a daughter."
"That's great!"