Qin Ye raised his eyes and saw the man pushing the door open in the reflection of the bronze mirror. A gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Are you done?"

"Um."

Zong Zhengchen walked behind her, naturally took the handkerchief from her hand, wrapped her waist-length black hair, pressed it gently, and soaked it to dry the water.

Then, he gathered his inner strength in his palm and brushed it through her hair.

From top to bottom, wherever the palm of the hand reaches, the hair dries inch by inch and becomes as smooth as ink.

Qin Ye smiled: "Your inner strength is more useful than a hair dryer, and it won't damage your hair. Can you also use it to make soup? Fry eggs?"

The man looked at her in the bronze mirror, his dark eyes were bottomless, and his thin lips were curved in a dull arc:

"If Ye'er needs it, it's not impossible."

The sound seemed particularly peaceful against the backdrop of the night.

Qin Ye wanted to try it herself. Although she had strong internal strength and knew the Ice Art, there were very few occasions where she could use it. Besides, she was pregnant, so it was not advisable for her to do it.

How about trying frying an egg tomorrow?

Well, let’s try it!

His little face was serious and he was thinking seriously.

When she looked up inadvertently, she unexpectedly discovered that the man in the bronze mirror seemed to be staring at her, but when their eyes met, he quickly looked away.

Qin Ye paused slightly.

Is it her illusion?

"What have you been up to?"

"It's nothing important," he lowered his eyes calmly, his voice as calm as usual, "I took in many beggars from the imperial capital some time ago, I went to make arrangements for them, and the emperor assigned me another task."

He was brief and to the point, not wanting to talk any more, and carried her to bed.

In the warm little bed.

She leaned slightly to one side, nestled in his arms, her swollen belly resting lightly on his waist, her small hands touching his chest, her fingertips drawing circles...

One circle to the left, one circle to the right.

Horizontal, vertical.

But the man had no intention of sleeping with her?

She groaned and groaned, tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep without knowing when. When she woke up again, it was the next day and the man had already gone to court.

Qin Ye sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and felt like something was not right.

"Princess, did you not sleep well last night?" Yun Ying saw that she looked a little unhappy.

Qin Ye muttered a little depressed:

"I haven't eaten meat for more than ten days. Can I sleep well?"

Yue Er was stunned: "How is this possible? The kitchen has meat for every meal, and it is a combination of chicken, duck, fish, pig, goose, and deer. How come you don't have meat to eat?"

Qin Ye: “…”

Yun Ying: “…”

This topic is not suitable for Yue'er, so she quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, Princess, Imperial Physician Yang has something urgent to do today, so he won't come to check your pulse."

Ever since Qin Ye became pregnant, the emperor has attached great importance to it and sent a special imperial physician to check her pulse every three days. He takes good care of her and protects her very well.

Qin Ye lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, and asked casually:

"If he doesn't want to come, then don't come. I can diagnose my own pulse anyway... But what could be so urgent? Is it more urgent than the royal heir in my belly?"

"Yes, Princess!" Yun Ying frowned and said with a serious expression. Her voice also became deeper.

"I heard rumors that Prince Li ran into some bad guys on his way home last night and had an argument. It seems his hand was broken... The situation is serious, so Imperial Physician Yang rushed to Prince Li's mansion and can't take care of you for the time being."

Qin Ye froze immediately.

King Li's hand was broken...