Now that Su Ke had succeeded in the High School exams, she was eager to enter the palace once more, and Su Pan'er naturally desired nothing more.
"That's good! My body grows heavier with each passing day. I fear the time is drawing near. Having my mother accompany me in the palace would improve my spirits somewhat."
By now, Su Pan'er's belly was already more than eight months along.
Recently, the Imperial Physician had been taking her pulse for peace of mind twice a day, closely monitoring the child in her womb, for fear of even the slightest problem.
Skilled in medicine herself, Su Pan'er had a deep understanding of her own body. Although the Imperial Physician did not say it outright, the furrowed brows each time he took her pulse made it clear that she would likely give birth before the full ten months were up.
However, there has long been a folk saying that "at seven months the child will survive, at eight months it may not."
