After changing clothes, the kitchen brought breakfast, which was a specially prepared breakfast of six dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, and a balanced nutrition. The chef prepared it based on Qin Ye's preferences, appetite during pregnancy, and other aspects.

The food is different every day of the week.

Qin Ye sat at the table, holding a spoon, looking down, stirring the red date and black chicken porridge in the bowl from time to time.

Zong Zhengchen was so considerate that he even ordered someone to put a layer of velvet cloth over the ceramic spoon in Qin Ye's hand so that it would remain at room temperature and not get cold.

Everyone in the palace has personally experienced how good Prince Chen is to his princess.

They dared to say that there would never be another man in the world as considerate and loyal as the prince.

Zong Zhengchen held the chopsticks, looked at her nervously, and asked softly:

"Ye'er, no appetite?"

She has been sleeping since yesterday afternoon and hasn't even had a sip of water.

Qin Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the thick, sticky porridge in the bowl without saying a word. He didn't even have the desire to open his mouth.

She is not hungry.

Not hungry at all.

She felt very tired and wanted to sleep.

He scratched the spoon a few times, threw it back into the bowl, put his hand down, and didn't want to move anymore.

"Ye'er..." Zong Zhengchen's heart tightened instantly, and he took a spoonful from her bowl, "I'll feed you, come on."

No matter how angry you are, you cannot stop eating and drinking.

She pursed her lips and looked at him silently, her eyes a little dull, as if she was trying to identify who he was.

So many people want to harm her, does that include him?

In the dream, was he also there with those people who were chasing her with knives?

She looked at him blankly.

Her stunned look made the man's heart ache, "Ye'er, even if you don't want to eat, think about the child. The child is hungry, your child is hungry!"

Her...child?

Qin Ye lowered his head in a daze, looked at his bulging belly, and slowly raised his hand to touch it.

The warm body temperature permeated the palm of her hand, a little life that had not yet been born, making her dazed eyes overflow with a hint of warmth.

"Ye'er, eat first. When you're full and in good spirits, we'll talk about what happened yesterday. No matter what you say, I won't talk back. You can hit me or scold me, I'll take it all."

"Don't joke with your body!"

The man's pleading voice trembled slightly, and the desire in his eyes was almost humble.

He is afraid.

He was afraid that she would get sick, be unhappy, or frown. No matter how seriously injured he was, he would remain silent. But as long as she pursed her lips or frowned, he would feel that he had lost.

If he can't even protect his own wife, he will be a complete loser even if he gains the whole world.

Qin Ye raised his head in a daze and looked at the man in front of him.

He seemed to be observing, hesitating, and guessing. He looked for two or three minutes before he gently opened his dry lips.

Zong Zhengchen was overjoyed when he saw this and immediately put the spoon into her mouth.

The porridge was stewed with red dates and black chicken. The fishy smell of chicken immediately filled Qin Ye's mouth, causing him to change his expression instantly and tilt his head to the side:

"vomit!"

Spit it all out.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

“Ye’er!” Zong Zhengchen rushed over immediately, holding her shoulders, patting her, and shouted, “Someone, come quickly! Doctor Li, call Doctor Li over!”

"Ugh... cough cough!"

After taking just one bite, Qin Ye vomited all over the place, his face as pale as a ghost.

He vomited desperately, wishing he could vomit out all the acid in his stomach.

Zong Zhengchen's thin lips trembled anxiously, "Ye'er, how are you? Don't scare me!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I deserve to die, I'm going to die, if anything happens to you, I'll fucking die too! Qin Ye!"