The next morning at the early court, Zhou Shuren entered the great hall and purposefully craned his neck to glance at the front seats, where he saw Zhang Yang displaying not a trace of paternal joy, his face as dark as ink.
Zhou Shuren felt that Minister Xiao in front of him had shifted his position slightly, so he could only retract his neck. He didn't want to look any further; he just wanted to confirm—oh, if only there were a display screen as his wife had mentioned, for now, he could only guess.
Prince Qi, Yuguang, observed the fifth brother—ever since the Qiao family left him, and the miscarriage had been arranged by him last time, he had concluded that the fifth brother had health issues. After testing him yesterday, he realized that the fifth brother's concubine was indeed pregnant—whether it was his child or not didn't matter to him; he was right to assume it wasn't the fifth brother's.
