"Then what should I do next?"
Crown Prince Fu Yuesheng took a deep breath, signaling his resignation to fate.
With amusement, Ji Ruyan watched him, "What can you do? All you can do is to don the big red robe, mount the big red horse, and go to Minister Zhong's Mansion to escort Miss Zhong back to the Prince Mansion. That's the most pressing matter at hand."
"Is it that urgent?"
"If it's not urgent, how can we convince His Majesty that the fake pregnancy is real? Even if the child is born a bit early, it's not a problem to be born a few months ahead of time. If you don't want to commit the crime of deceiving the monarch, you'd better marry quickly and make sure your sister-in-law gets pregnant; that's the top priority."
Ji Ruyan gave him a sidelong glance, underscoring the gravity of the situation.
Indeed, Miss Zhong, as delicate as she is now, had been diagnosed as being a month pregnant, but as for childbirth, no one knows the exact date of delivery.
