Holding Thirteen's hand tightly, she thought for a moment but decided not to voice her suspicions, lest he worry and rush to the palace to fetch the imperial physician.

There was still one day until the daily pulse check, and He Yuexin said there was no need to rush. The imperial physician would check the pulse tomorrow as well.

"It's nothing, just a nightmare," Heyue comforted him, then lay back down.

Thirteen pulled her into his arms, gently placing his hand on her lower abdomen, murmuring, "Don't be afraid."

Suddenly, Heyue felt a distinct movement in her stomach, let out a soft hiss in pain, and her face turned pale.

Thirteen also noticed the movement in her palm, and her last bit of drowsiness vanished instantly. She sat up abruptly and looked at her anxiously: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Her face was even paler than Heyue's.

He Yue smiled wryly: "It's alright, it's just that he kicked a little too hard, and the child seems a bit fussy."

The baby started moving when it was four months old, so it's nothing unusual.

Thirteen glared at her lower abdomen with an unfriendly expression: "I'll definitely teach him a lesson when he's born!"

"You're not even a father yet, and you're already planning to discipline your child?" He Yue found it amusing, but felt a warmth in her heart.

"Who told him to bully you?!" Thirteen said angrily.

He Yue still remembers the first time Thirteen felt fetal movement, when he placed his hand on her belly and said with a look of surprise that he would take good care of the baby.

This is a resounding slap in the face.

Seeing his serious and stern fatherly demeanor, Heyue chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Thirteen's face darkened.

He Yue didn't say anything, letting him think whatever he wanted: "Go to sleep." She smiled slightly and closed her eyes.

Thirteen frowned, and seeing that she really had stopped moving, he sighed and had no choice but to lie down as well.