No one knows a child better than their parent. Isn't Emperor Quan aware of the little cleverness of the thirteen-year-old?
Nevertheless, as long as he could make Zhan Se laugh, that would be his merit.
Emperor Quan walked to the bedside, holding Zhan Se's slender little body, and lovingly stroked her hair.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Zhan Se nodded, blushing with a smile, "...I've been eating all day, I'm almost being fattened up like a pig."
Indeed, it was only a miscarriage, but it felt like she was doing the post-partum month. Auntie Li, who had mistakenly given her the blood-activating and stasis-dispersing soup, had been trying all sorts of ways to replenish her qi and blood over the past three days. After the miscarriage, without the need for Emperor Quan and Zhan Se to ask, she was already scared out of her wits, knocking her teeth and shivering, pointed to the sky and swore that she did not have ill intentions, but just wanted Zhan Se's foot to heal quickly.
