Su Yingxue grabbed the spices she usually used and sniffed them, "None of the ingredients in here will harm the child in my belly, it's alright, it's just a pregnancy, not as precious as gold."
"How can it not be precious!" Zhilan was very serious, "You are about to be named empress soon, and if the child in your belly is a boy, he will be the future Crown Prince, and if it's a girl, she will be the future Eldest Princess. How noble is that! These spices, you must absolutely not touch them anymore, Miss, please do not smell them."
Zhilan carefully and cautiously placed the spices Su Yingxue was holding aside, far away, to a place out of her reach.
Su Yingxue sighed helplessly, "Who told you all this? What Crown Prince and Eldest Princess."
She even knew more than her!
