"What? Pregnant?" Mu Yangling looked at Li Jinghua, who lowered her head shyly.
Qi Xiuyuan was excited, happy, and worried, all at the same time. He nodded and said, "Yes, she's two months pregnant. You guys should set off tomorrow and take your time on the road. It doesn't matter if you're delayed. I'll send a memorial to explain to the Emperor."
Li Jinghua's pregnancy came at the right time, but also not at the right time.
If her pregnancy had come earlier, they would have enough time for the fetus to stabilize. However, if it came later, Qi Xiuyuan would be left wondering when he would have a legitimate son. Of course, this child might also be a daughter. But at least there was a 50% chance, right?
