"That's not a problem. Like I said, I had to produce a dozen cups of blood every day for someone else before. I'm already accustomed to it."
Though Qian'er smiled when she said that, Gu Bailu spotted the sadness in her eyes.
This girl had a story to tell.
Gu Bailu's heart was itchy and she wanted to find out.
"Who did you produce blood for?"
Qian'er's smile froze. Realizing that she had misspoken, she said apologetically, "I would rather not talk about it. It would only ruin your mood."
"Just tell me. Why don't you just tell me who the father of your baby is?"
At Gu Bailu's blunt question, Qian'er looked at her and said helplessly, "Princess, you're a straightforward person, and I don't want to keep anything from you, but I really can't talk about this."
"Let me take a guess. The father of your child is Lu Fenying, the crown prince of Heavenly Wind Empire," said Gu Bailu almost without hesitation.
