After going down the mountain, Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling rode together and walked slowly towards Mocheng. Due to the inconvenience of taking care of Zhao Ling's body, Meng Yuan rode the wind chasing horse very smoothly. Zhao Ling sat sideways on the horse's back, nestled in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat and the hooves of horses chasing the wind all the way, and felt a little drowsy.
Seeing that she was at the gate of the palace, Zhao Ling was awakened by a pain in her abdomen.
This kind of pain was slow and dull. She had also experienced it on Fulong Mountain just now, but this time thed pain was stronger than the previous one.
She moved in her heart and counted the days. There were still 20 days before the due date. Could it be that the baby can't wait to come out early?
