Xiao Ji's dream, to some extent, motivated Shang Changge to strive for excellence.

I got out of bed early on a cold morning, quickly washed up, and went to my study to write furiously.

In just over half an hour, I quickly finished writing the grand plan for the future development of Qingyan Military.

The morning light lingered, with only a few birdsongs occasionally heard.

This morning, unusually, it didn't snow, and the biting winds that had been raging for the past few days subsided considerably.

Shang Changge was a little hungry, so she ate breakfast first. Perhaps the food prepared in the kitchen had changed in terms of preparation and taste.

Shang Changge's appetite was just as good as yesterday, and she ate quite a lot.

However, they ate very slowly. By the time they finished eating, Xiao Ji had already returned from court, accompanied by Shang Changze, who was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe.

Shang Changze: "I heard that my sister is pregnant, so I brought some things to visit her."

It was still that gentle voice, but the joy in it was easy to hear.

For family gatherings, there's no need to be overly formal in casual settings.

The Qingyan Emperor and his ministers all went to court on empty stomachs, so Shang Changge let the two of them eat and talk at the same time. Of course, she would occasionally be fed by Xiao Ji.

The three of them talked for a while, and when it came to naming their child, Shang Changge's lips twitched as he shared his opinion:

"She's only just gotten pregnant, isn't it too early?"

Remembering Shang Changge's worries about whether the child could be born smoothly, Xiao Ji gently agreed, "It's a bit early, then we'll think about it again later, no rush."

Shang Changze belatedly realized the drawbacks of his sister's superpower, and a look of annoyance flashed across his handsome face. He agreed and then changed the subject.

Half an hour later, Shang Changze was to return to the palace.

Since she was already there and had arrived just in time, Shang Changge asked Shang Changze to take back the plan she had written early that morning.

If there are any problems, she will make the changes; if there are no problems, she will implement them.

Half a month later, after two weeks of joint discussion between the emperor and his ministers, they unanimously agreed that the plan drafted by Shang Changge was feasible.

If it's feasible, then let's implement it.

The implementation of this matter has little to do with Shang Changge; others will handle it themselves.

In the days that followed, Shang Changge focused on resting and recuperating during her pregnancy, and then spent the next ten to fifteen days dealing with some important matters that she needed to attend to.

In the second to third month of her pregnancy, Shang Changge was feeling terrible.

Nothing more than morning sickness and various early pregnancy symptoms.

The worst part was the morning sickness; she couldn't eat anything except plain porridge and pickled vegetables.

Eating plain porridge and pickled vegetables for a few days is fine, but eating it every day for more than half a month would be unbearable for anyone.

The weather was pretty good that day.

In the garden pavilion of the Princess's residence, Shang Changge lay on a soft rosewood couch, gazing at the serene scenery outside the window, utterly despondent.

She was hungry, so hungry.

But she was already so full from eating plain porridge and pickled vegetables that she was about to vomit. She couldn't even imagine eating anything else; just the smell made her want to throw up.

Annoying, so annoying.

She'll never have another child after giving birth to this one; this kind of suffering isn't something Shang Changge should have to endure.

"Crunch."

The attic door opened, and Shang Changge glanced at it. When she saw Xiao Ji carrying in the food, she subconsciously frowned, her repulsion obvious.

However...

She took a sniff, and it didn't seem to have any unpleasant smell.

A moment later, Shang Changge was so moved by the food Xiao Ji fed her that she almost cried.

After eating several bites, my stomach, which had been feeling unbearably hungry, felt less uncomfortable, and I finally had the energy to ask.

"Who cooked this meal? The new cook?"

Why does she not feel nauseous when she smells or eats ordinary home-cooked food?

Xiao Ji did not answer immediately, but continued to feed him the rest of the food in one go, and only then did a smile appear on his handsome and rugged face.

He put down his chopsticks and served tea to Shang Changge to rinse her mouth. He truly exemplified the ultimate in a husband's attentiveness, thoughtfulness, and affection for his wife.

After finishing his work, he embraced Shang Changge, who had lost weight recently, and whispered tenderly, cuddling her cheek against his ear:

"I did it."

Shang Changge: ?!

Xiao Ji didn't notice Shang Changge's shock, confusion, and disbelief. He was measuring Shang Changge's waist with his palm. After measuring, his eyes darkened, and self-reproach and regret surged in his chest.

You shouldn't have had children.