Chapter 561 I will go and get you some medicine to stimulate your appetite and protect your pregnancy!
"Xiao Yue'er!" Dongfang Ming's face suddenly changed and he exclaimed in surprise. He reacted extremely quickly, snatched the fish skewers from her hand and threw them on the snow beside him. At the same time, he grabbed her wrist without saying a word, and placed his slender fingers precisely on her pulse.
In a few breaths, the worry on Dongfang Ming's face froze instantly, and was then replaced by an extremely complex emotion: shock, disbelief, and a hint of bitterness and heartache that was difficult to conceal.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Lan Xiyue, who was still trying to calm down her nausea. His voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Xiao Yue'er...you...you are pregnant."
Lan Xiyue suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open with astonishment. She subconsciously pulled her hand back, not caring that the feeling of nausea had not completely subsided. She immediately held her breath and concentrated, placing her fingertips on her wrist pulse and carefully checking it.
The pulse is smooth like a pearl, flowing freely, and should be strong... This is clearly...
Smooth pulse! Happy pulse!
Lan Xiyue froze in place, her fingertips icy cold as a huge shock washed over her. She was truly pregnant! It had been over a month already... right before Mo Liyuan headed north...
Dongfang Ming looked at her dazed look, and felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, causing him dull pain.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Fortunately... the child is healthy, his pulse is strong, and he's fine."
He spoke faster, his voice unquestionable, "You little girl! You're already a double, yet you're still running around so recklessly! We can't stay here for long, let's go back to the inn immediately! I'll have the cook make you some nourishing, warm soup. What you need most right now is rest and recuperation!"
He looked up at the sky. It was thick with dusk, with leaden clouds hanging low. The outlines of the distant mountains were already blurred. "Look at the sky, it's almost 4 p.m., and if we delay any longer, it will be completely dark. The mountain roads are difficult to travel, which adds to the risk. We must leave immediately."
Lan Xiyue was still in great shock and confusion, her mind was blank. She just subconsciously nodded blankly at Dongfang Ming's arrangement and made a vague nasal sound: "Hmm..."
After everything was packed, Chuchun and Chuxia helped Lan Xiyue get into the carriage.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a regular rumbling sound.
The heater in the car was burning brightly. Chuchun suddenly remembered the earth-shattering words that the young master Dongfang had just said. Her heart skipped a beat and she realized that her master's period was indeed late for a long time.
She couldn't help but jump for joy, her face lit up with genuine happiness: "Master! When I have time in the future, I will sew new clothes for you, young master! I must choose the softest material!"
Chu Xia was delighted when she heard this, and she quickly agreed, "I will help Sister Chu Chun with the pattern and the thread!"
Lan Xiyue leaned on the soft cushion and was brought back from her thoughts by the sudden enthusiasm of the two girls.
She subconsciously raised her hand and gently placed it over her still-flat stomach, feeling the warmth of her fingertips through the fabric. A sense of bewilderment, mixed with subtle complex emotions, swept through her heart. She spoke sullenly, her voice tinged with resignation, "It's only been a little over a month. Why rush? There's still a long way to go."
When the carriage swayed back to the inn where they were staying, the sky had turned completely dark, like thick ink.
The lanterns hanging in front of the inn swayed in the night wind, casting a dim glow.
Dongfang Ming almost didn't touch the ground and went straight to the kitchen.
The stove was blazing, and the smoke was rising, but he paid no attention to it. He personally watched the cook and gave detailed instructions: "Skim off all the excess fat in the chicken soup and stew it until it's clear and tender. Also, stew the pork ribs, and add some refreshing side dishes..."
When the exquisite food box was ready, Dongfang Ming carried it himself and hurried to the door of Lan Xiyue's room.
The light in the corridor was dim, and a figure as silent as a rock stood in front. It was An Yi.
"Young Master Dongfang!" Although he knew Dongfang Ming was now the King of Southern Xinjiang, he was used to calling him that and continued to address him that way. An Yi was very wary of Dongfang Ming getting close to the princess. "It's late at night, so you should avoid suspicion. Just give this food box to me."
Dongfang Ming paused, his sharp eyes shooting towards An Yi like cold stars. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and a cold aura suddenly spread out: "What a joke! Sister Yue'er is my sister. Why should I avoid suspicion when she sends me some food? Get out of the way!"
An Yi's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but at the right moment, Lan Xiyue's slightly tired but clear voice came from inside the room: "Come in."
Dongfang Ming raised his chin slightly, and his eyes swept over An with a hint of imperceptible victory.
An Yi snorted coldly, and finally moved sideways to make way.
The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and warmth brought a faint sense of calmness. Dongfang Ming walked quickly to the table and put down the heavy food box.
"Sister Yue'er, come here and have some." He said as he opened the lunch box.
Chuchun hurried forward, deftly took out the warm dishes one by one, and carefully placed them on the table.
The clear chicken soup, tender pork ribs, and green seasonal vegetables are filled with fragrance.
Lan Xiyue walked out slowly from the inner room and sat down at the table.
Dongfang Ming immediately picked up a small porcelain bowl, scooped a bowl of black chicken soup himself, and placed it in front of her.
"Try it. I specially asked them to stew it. Do you think it suits your taste?"
Lan Xiyue picked up the bowl as she was told, stirred the soup twice with the small porcelain spoon, and reluctantly put a few spoonfuls into her mouth. Then she frowned slightly and gently put the bowl back on the table.
"I don't have much appetite. I can't eat."
Dongfang Ming's brows knitted into a knot when he saw this, and his worry deepened: "How can this be? You are a twin now. Even if not for yourself, you have to think about the little one in your belly and eat a little to fill your stomach." His voice became softer and coaxing.
Lan Xiyue rubbed her forehead helplessly. "I don't know why, but today, after just one bite of grilled fish by the lake, I felt so nauseous. I still feel sick in my stomach, and I can't get excited about anything."
"Sister Yue'er..." Dongfang Ming felt distressed when he saw her obviously haggard face. "You can't go on like this! I'll go get you some appetite-stimulating and pregnancy-protecting medicine!" As he said that, he was about to get up.
"Don't bother," Lan Xiyue waved her hand. "I'm a doctor myself, I'll be there later..."
"No!" Dongfang Ming interrupted her flatly, his tone firm and uncompromising. "Your body is special now, so avoid those medicinal fumes if possible. I'll prepare the pregnancy-maintaining and appetite-stimulating medicines! That's it!"
Before he finished speaking, he turned around, his robe sleeves fluttering in the wind, and strode out of the door with big strides, his movements revealing a sense of swiftness and decisiveness.
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