Of course not!
So, instead of answering Jiaming's question, he reached out and touched Jiaming's belly, both to change the subject and to communicate with his child.
For some reason, the child in Jiaming's belly seemed to have a great rapport with Fourth Master. Usually, when she reached out to touch her belly, he was rarely naughty and was usually very quiet, as if he were asleep.
Every time Fourth Master reached out to touch her belly, the baby seemed to wake up from a dream, stretching out her little fists and feet to play with Fourth Master through Jiaming's belly.
Logically, after seeing so much, one should become numb. But Jiaming is different. Every time she sees it, she can't help but feel heartbroken and jealous. It's clearly the child she carried for nine months, yet it's always so close to the Fourth Master.
Even now, Jiaming, who is envious of the excellent relationship between Fourth Master and the children, keeps muttering to herself.
Unfortunately, the baby in her womb either didn't understand the bond between mother and child, or was deliberately ignoring it. It continued to play happily with the Fourth Master.
Fortunately, Jiaming had the protection of wood-type ability. Under the protection of the wood-type ability membrane, Jiaming did not feel any pain or discomfort from the little guy's punches and kicks.
However, one cannot speak so definitively. As Fourth Master played with the child, Jiaming's baby face suddenly scrunched up like a bun, and she let out a muffled "hmm".
Upon hearing this, Fourth Master abruptly stopped moving his hand on Jiaming's belly and looked up at her.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" Fourth Master's gentle features instantly turned cold, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Could it be that I played too roughly with the child and Ming'er couldn't handle it, causing a miscarriage?
Thinking this, Fourth Master's face tightened even more. He suddenly stood up and shouted towards the door, "Su Peisheng!"
Upon hearing Fourth Master's urgent shout, Su Peisheng almost tumbled in, "Master?"
"Quickly, summon the imperial physician!" After instructing Su Peisheng, the Fourth Prince turned and bent down, scooping up Jiaming, who was clutching her stomach, groaning intermittently, and sweating profusely. He carried her into the inner room and carefully placed her on the bed. (To be continued.)
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