As Luo Dangdang's finger moved, the little person on the bed seemed to begin to feel uneasy.
Princess Bajie's delicate brows gradually furrowed, and her small body began to twist slightly. Although the movement was small, it appeared particularly intense and ferocious on such a weak and petite baby.
Seeing this, Emperor Chongjin's heart sank even further.
Although he didn't understand Taoist metaphysics very well, the Seventh Princess's pained expression was so obvious that he didn't think it could be a good thing.
Without realizing it, everyone seemed to hold their breath, watching Luo Dangdang's movements with tension.
Luo Dangdang quickly withdrew his hand, but his expression was rather strange.
Xu Guiji was driven mad by Luo Dangdang's behavior of changing her expression four or five times in half a day without saying a word. At this moment, she no longer cared that Emperor Chongjin was still there and couldn't help but ask, "Imperial Preceptor, is there any hope for my daughter? Could it be that my daughter is destined to die..."
Now, whenever Luo Dangdang hears someone hesitantly asking if their child is "destined to be...", he instinctively interrupts them before they finish speaking.
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