If Su Yingxue had died giving birth to that little monster, he didn't know how he'd face the child in the days to come.
A physician who cannot heal himself.
Su Yingxue, such a genius doctor, still had no remedy when it came to giving birth.
He couldn't bear to risk her safety even a little bit more.
Su Yingxue's heart warmed; he was actually worried about her, afraid that she'd hurt herself again.
She looked up and kissed Chu Yihan, "Then, if we meet a child who has lost their parents in the future, let's adopt one to accompany the little monster as he grows up, so he won't be lonely with only Shan Bao by his side."
Chu Yihan pinched her nose, "You!"
How could the royal family adopt children at will?
But if she wished it, it wasn't entirely out of the question.
As the two of them were cozying up, footsteps came from outside the door.
Su Yingxue hurriedly stood up, lowered her veil, and stood neatly beside Chu Yihan, pretending to serve him.
