Su Yingxue sniffled, her heart filled with immense guilt, "I'm sorry, grandpa, I know I was wrong."
"As Su Yingxue, going out to practice medicine, to save people in peril, there's nothing wrong with that, but as the empress, carrying the blood of the dragon, every move you make must be carefully thought out," Old General Su advised with deep concern.
Su Yingxue felt a heavy burden of responsibility on her shoulders, along with her self-reproach and guilt.
After Su Qingzhi and the others left the palace, Zhilan was sent into the palace to serve her closely.
With the coronation ceremony just two days away, Chu Yihan wouldn't allow her to leave the palace for a single step.
Thus, Su Yingxue was confined to her bedchamber, stroking the little creature in her belly, watching the sunrise and the moonset.
She stood by the window, where the cold wind swept in, bringing with it the chill of the spring night.
