Qian Qingyu didn’t care about her status as long as she could stay by Lu Ang’s side.
But if she had a child and had no status, what should she do with the child?
In the future, Lu Ang would have to marry a concubine.
It was fine if she had a daughter, but if she had a son, the future princess might be able to tolerate Lu ang having a bastard son?
Lu ang saw that Qian Qingyu was not smiling and asked, “Aren’t you happy that we have a child?”
Qian qingyu forced a smile and said, “Yes, why wouldn’t I Be Happy?”
Lu ang put his hand on Qian Qingyu’s abdomen and said, “I don’t know if it’s a son or a daughter. Do you like a son or a daughter?”
Qian qingyu said, “Both are good. I prefer your Highness.”
Lu Ang was very satisfied when he heard Qian Qingyu’s words. “I hope the first one will be a girl. It would be even better if she looks like you.”
