Chen Courtyard.
Luo Qiong sat by the window, tenderly stroking her belly with a gentle expression.
For the love she felt towards that man, she thought she had to bury it in her heart forever, but to her surprise, the heavens were merciful and let them meet again.
Thinking of the child she carried, the beloved one's, hope in Luo Qiong's eyes grew stronger—she would not have to continue a life devoid of interest any longer.
At that moment, there came a noise from the direction of the Clean Room.
Luo Qiong looked up and saw Xue Ling helping a freshly bathed Xue Qiao walk out.
Seeing Xue Qiao's pale complexion, Luo Qiong's gaze lowered slightly before she raised her hand to have her sit down, "Last night, you served the young master. He didn't notice anything amiss, did he?"
Xue Qiao bowed her head, biting her lips tightly and shook her head.
