Of course Shang Changge wants the child; it's her and Xiao Ji's child.

She and General Xiao were deeply in love, and she had no reason not to want the fruit of their love.

I'm just very worried, worried that the baby won't be able to be born safely...

Shang Changge told Xiao Ji about her concerns, including the reasons behind them:

Why she has difficulty conceiving, and why she has such concerns, and so on...

After listening, Xiao Ji pulled Shang Changge back into his arms and gently comforted her:

"There's no need to worry too much. Didn't we agree to leave the matter of the child to fate and see if we are destined to have this child?"

Shang Changge couldn't help but feel lazy again, and leaned on Xiao Ji's shoulder: "I know, I'm just afraid of making you happy for nothing."

Although General Xiao hid his emotions well, she knew he was happy that they now had a child.

Xiao Ji felt sorry for his unruly little rascal who had to worry so much about him, so he kissed Shang Changge's red lips, a kiss that lingered long.

After they separated, Xiao Ji began to coax Shang Changge.

Every word he said made sense, quickly dispelling Shang Changge's concerns.

Xiao Ji seized the opportunity to change the subject, and with a few words, he made Shang Changge laugh again.

A person's emotions are very important.

In a good mood, Shang Changge ate half a bowl more rice at lunch than she had a few days ago.

Xiao Ji noticed and silently smiled. He half-coaxed and half-tricked Shang Changge into eating another half bowl of soup before finally stopping, satisfied.

With the eldest princess pregnant, the entire princess's residence was bustling with activity.

The head steward summoned everyone in the manor for a series of instructions and reprimands, while the dozen or so chefs in the kitchen began studying the recipes.

The household went on a shopping spree, and even the embroiderers began preparing little clothes and jackets for the unborn baby...

Shang Changge: ...No need, really no need.

Shang Changge had a headache. She thought she had contracted some kind of illness, so when she asked the female physician to take her pulse, she didn't ask any extra people to leave.

Now everyone in the manor knows, what if... Ugh, headache.

Xiao Ji paid close attention to Shang Changge's emotions, and soon the lively commotion in the mansion subsided.

Everyone kept quiet about their mistress's pregnancy and simply did what they were supposed to do.

Shang Changge's mood eased somewhat, and with Xiao Ji's deliberate adjustment, a bright smile quickly returned to her face.

That day, Xiao Ji sent someone into the palace to tell Shang Changze that Shang Changge was pregnant, and also told him about Shang Changge's current situation.

Shang Changze didn't want his sister's emotions, which had finally been soothed by his brother-in-law, to deteriorate again because of his inquiries after leaving the palace.

Suppressing his desire to leave the palace to care for Shang Changge, he personally went to the emperor's private treasury to select a gift to take out of the palace the next day.

Night fell, and the weather was freezing cold.

The lights in the princess's bedchamber had been turned off, and beneath layers of magnificent curtains...

Shang Changge wasn't sure if it was because she had slept too much during the day or because she had just lain down, but she wasn't sleepy yet.

"Xiao Ji, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

Bored and restless, Shang Changge rolled over and lay on top of Xiao Ji, treating her man like a warm bed, when a sudden thought struck her.

Xiao Ji doted on her, his large hands supporting Shang Changge's bottom as he lifted her up slightly. His strong arms wrapped around her slender waist to steady her, and he kissed her delicate, full red lips before saying:

"Okay, what do you want to hear? Romantic tales between men and women, supernatural stories, or something else?"

Shang Changge was surprised that Xiao Ji had such a wide range of reading interests, but she wasn't interested in either of them.

After thinking for a while, she pressed her pretty face against the man's perfectly muscular chest, listening to his rhythmic and powerful heartbeat:

"Then tell me about your years of leading troops in battle. That will give you a better understanding of how Qingyan armies march and fight."