It's just that he relied on her in this process.

"I will come to the palace tomorrow and continue what I promised you to do." Zhiyun said.

Louis nodded, "Okay."

Then he stood up and before leaving, he reminded Zhiyun: "Take good care of yourself and the baby in your belly."

He was so concerned and had to wear Han Qingrang's face. Zhiyun couldn't imagine what Han Qingrang was feeling at this moment.

What she said just now undoubtedly stood on Lewis’s side.

After Louis left, Zhiyun saw him sitting motionless, “Han Qingrang, you are angry, right?”

He unexpectedly responded, "Angry."

Zhiyun: “…”

Yes.

How dare you say "hmm"?!

"You destroyed the Saint Diya Palace, Han Qingrang." Zhiyun looked at him eagerly, as if staring at a culprit.

Han Qingrang's eyes were burning with anxiety. "Zhizhi, I have people restoring the Saint Diya Palace. It will take some time. Please wait for me."

"When did it happen?"

"When we were at Yiren Winery," he said.

Zhiyun pursed her lips, said nothing, and looked at him quietly.

As he looked at her, he reached out and held her in his arms, "Zhizhi, I can't make up for the mistakes I made, but I will spend eternity to slowly make up for them."

He was blaming himself again.

Zhiyun's restless hands pinched his waist. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was itchy. She also said coquettishly: "You are annoying."

His deep laughter spread out, close to her ear: "What did Zhizhi just say?"

Zhiyun couldn't stand him saying, "You didn't hear clearly."

"Then, Zhizhi, say it again."

"You're annoying."

"continue."

"You hate it, you hate it, you hate it."

"Zhizhi, do you know what you are doing now?"

His voice had obviously become much hoarse, and Zhiyun remained silent.

While the two of them were playing, she had unknowingly been trapped on the sofa by him, and he was very careful not to press on her stomach.

Zhiyun slightly narrowed her eyes that were as charming as a Persian cat, especially her gray-blue eyes, which made them look distorted.

Biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, she stared at him, "Actually, I don't know what I'm doing. I just want to be coquettish with you."

When she heard the word "coquettish", Zhiyun said that she got goosebumps all over her body.

Then she stretched out her hands, hugged his waist, and got close to him, "Han Qingrang, am I cute when I'm being coquettish?"

"It's terrible," he said.

Zhiyun was instantly amused and asked, "Are you going to die?"

"Zhizhi is trying to kill me." His Adam's apple moved violently.

Those scorching gazes were a bit scorching for Zhiyun.

She wanted to look away, but he wouldn't let her, his hand on her jaw forcing her to look at him.

Super domineering.

"Zhizhi," he said, his lips close to her ear, his breath was very light, "I was wrong."

The three words "I was wrong" made Zhiyun slow to react for a while.

I don't know why he apologized.

However, his next words made Zhiyun understand why he suddenly apologized, "I know I was wrong about the Saint Diya Palace incident, and I will never dare to do it again."

Zhiyun: “…”

So that's what it was.

She took away his hand that was holding her jaw, then held his face and squeezed it until it was deformed.

As she rubbed his face, Zhiyun began to feel a sense of mischief and pinched his nose again. He was extremely docile and refused to give in no matter how much she rubbed his face.

"Okay, I've got it back." Zhiyun smiled with her eyes curved.

"Hmm?" He seemed puzzled.

Zhiyun tilted her neck back and touched his chin. "Just now, you rubbed my husband's face into a pancake and ruined his image. Now, we're even."

He was slightly stunned.

Xuanji laughed, "Zhizhi, you are indulging me."

"What else can I do? I'll beat you up, okay?" she said jokingly.

He looked very serious. "That's fine, but hitting with your hands will hurt. I suggest using a stick."

Zhiyun: “…”

His serious suggestion made Zhiyun neither laugh nor get angry. "Han Qingrang, are you teaching me how to domestically abuse you?"

"As long as Zhizhi is willing, I will let you do whatever you want." He said, still making such a serious suggestion.

"Han Qingrang, why are you so soft-hearted in front of me? Although I indulge you a lot, there is a limit to indulgence. If you continue like this, I will continue to indulge you."

"Then it will stay that way."

How lucky I am to be with you in life and death, my Zhizhi.

When Zhiyun heard Louis say that the Saint Diya Palace was destroyed by Han Qingrang, to be honest, she was not angry at all. Because Han Qingrang didn't remember, she could forgive him no matter what he did.

Even though she was thrown into a snake den.

Love is inclusive, and she accepted everything about him.

However, the love she gave him was far less than his love for her.

Zhiyun had to admit this.

Noticing his movements, Zhiyun widened her eyes, "Don't..."

The corners of her eyes were tinged with red, her eyelashes were wet, she blinked, blinked again, and tears flowed down her cheeks... Those were tears of joy...

…

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

The Palace of Saint Diya has been successfully restored, and Zhiyun has moved in.

During this month, Zhiyun clearly felt that her belly had grown bigger.

She touched her belly and said, "Baby, you are growing so fast."

Putting on the queen's gorgeous dress, fortunately it was tailor-made and the silk was very light, so Zhiyun didn't feel tired when wearing it.

However, her sleepiness became more and more severe. Although Han Qingrang never bothered her, because she was pregnant, she always wanted to sleep when she was almost seven months pregnant.

I didn’t have this reaction when I first got pregnant!

Holding her chin, Zhiyun ate grapes while keeping her eyelids open. In her unclear vision, a person walked towards her.

Zhiyun suddenly raised her eyes and saw the maid coming to her, "Queen, there are two people who want to see you, Ms. Jin and a man named Ji Chen."