"Yan Shiyao, do you hate Yan Yuning?" Qi Qingchen asked casually while fiddling with the dishes with his golden chopsticks.

"Hmm?" Yan Shiyao curled her lips, "I don't hate you."

Over the past month, she had thought about it many times. Although she was not happy that Ning Ning did not save her mother, she was just not happy.

Ningning has been raised by her mother at her maternal grandmother's house since she was a child. Her mother wanted to hurt her after taking her back, so it is understandable that Ningning is dissatisfied with her mother.

She would no longer be sisters with her, but she would not hate her either. As for Ning Ning watching her being locked into a dark room by Xuan Yanyu...

It was also because she pushed her that she was angry with her.

Qi Qingchen's eyes darkened, "Really not hated?"

"Really?" Yan Shiyao picked up the roll, took a big bite, and said vaguely, "Third Prince, why do you ask like that?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "You said that I am narrow-minded, but you asked Yan Yu Ning to help you, but she didn't care about you at all. Isn't she even more narrow-minded?"

Yan Shiyao's eyes flashed a few times, but she said nothing.

Qi Qingchen pursed his lips, took the handkerchief handed to him by Wu An, and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly, "Yan Shiyao, if your child can have a higher status in the future, will you also acquiesce to hand him over to someone else to raise?"

"No." Yan Shiyao said seriously, "Qi Qingchen, I will have to raise my child by myself in the future."

I can’t be like Ningning, who will feel resentment when she grows up...

Qi Qingchen sneered. He stood up, straightened his brocade robe, and said slowly, "Eat slowly."

Yan Shiyao stared at Qi Qingchen's back suspiciously. What did he mean by saying this to her?

——

In the dark night, Qi Qingchen, followed by the imperial physician, pushed open the door of Yan Shiyao's bedroom.

Over the past month, Qi Qingchen would stay in the same bedroom with Yan Shiyao every few days.

After dinner, Yan Shiyao returned to the bedroom feeling very tired. Not long after washing up, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Come here and take her pulse." Qi Qingchen lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing Yan Shiyao's wrist.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The imperial physician placed his fingers on Yan Shiyao's wrist. Half a minute later, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes widened with smiles. "Congratulations, Your Highness. Miss Yan is pregnant."

The pregnancy-maintaining medicine was not taken in vain.

Qi Qingchen closed his eyes and clenched his fists, "When I report back to the emperor, tell him that I want to marry Yan Shiyao as my concubine."

"This old minister will speak to your majesty."

The imperial physician gave some more instructions, then hurried out of the Third Prince's Mansion and took a carriage back to the palace.

In the bedroom, Qi Qingchen looked at Yan Shiyao with complicated feelings, muttering, "I have no other choice. If it wasn't me, it would have been another prince. Yan Shiyao, I will make it up to you, I will."

"I will take your mother to the other courtyard and send someone to take care of her. I can do this. I hope you will not blame me in the future."

——

Pray for the palace.

When the imperial physician came to report, Emperor Qi was playing chess with the imperial teacher.

"Your Majesty, Miss Yan has the Third Prince's child, and the Third Prince wants to give Miss Yan the status of a concubine."

Emperor Qi glanced at the Imperial Master who was sitting opposite him. The latter smiled, holding the chess piece, and shook his head.

Emperor Qi understood and waved his hand to the imperial physician, "Go away, we'll talk about this later."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The imperial physician bowed and slowly left the hall.