The doctor shook his head: "You should drink some millet porridge first!"
The doctor left after speaking, and Aunt Li felt even more uneasy: "Zhou Jun, do I... do I have some terminal illness?"
Zhou Jun looked at Aunt Li with a very complicated expression, and he sighed softly, "Don't overthink it!"
"Is my illness incurable?" Aunt Li was devastated.
Zhou Jun frowned: "I told you not to overthink it!"
Aunt Li: How can she not overthink things? She doesn't even know how many days she has left to live!
The maid had already brought over the millet porridge, but looking at the golden millet porridge, Aunt Li had no appetite at all.
She could even smell the aroma of roasted meat. She even thought that since she was about to die, she might as well have a good meal and die with a full stomach.
Several people went outside because Zhou Jun had arrived, meaning there was one more person to eat meat.
The outside was still bustling with activity, but Zhou Jun spoke very little.
"Are all the wedding preparations almost complete?" Han Luoxue asked, as if she couldn't resist asking.
"Everything is ready, and the invitations have all been sent out!"
Zhou Jun personally handed over several invitations, which he filled out by hand for each person.
Han Luoxue accepted it with a smile: "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll definitely come. However, the child's father might not be available!"
Zhou Jun suddenly realized: "I know! I'm already very happy that you came in person!"
He was just a small-time merchant; how could he possibly trouble the Emperor to come in person? Having the Empress to back him up was already a blessing he had accumulated over several lifetimes.
"After your wedding, I'll probably have to go out of town!"
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