Ever since she entered the palace, Zhao Panpan's body had slimmed down at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Her morning sickness was already very serious during her pregnancy, and her stomach was very big, making her body seem even thinner.
"Pure Consort, the imperial physician said that you are depressed. If you miss home, then let Marquis Zhao come and see you. You must not demean yourself." Qing Ping was on the verge of tears.
Zhao Panpan lay on the soft couch, feeling frustrated. Suddenly, she smelled a familiar scent, and saliva began to drip from her mouth. She seemed to have an appetite, and her stomach was growling.
"Pure Consort, it's the Zhao family that has sent food. Quickly, bring the cooked food!" Qing Ping was so happy that she almost cried. She hurriedly took the food box from Zhao Shanshan's hands.
