Shao He lifted her head, gazing at Luo Jiner before her. Her eyes revealed an indescribable expression.
Luo Jiner was no longer the glamorous woman she used to be; she now appeared much haggard and aged.
Shao He raised her hand and lightly touched Luo Jiner's pulse, carefully feeling it. Her facial expression slowly turned grave as she seemed to discover something unusual.
"It really is the slippery pulse." Shao He released Luo Jiner's wrist and walked straight to the diagnostic table.
However, the pulse was very strange. If it were anyone else, they might diagnose a happy pulse or an unstable pulse, but she knew that was not the case.
"Marquis, I finally have our child," Luo Jiner said excitedly, grabbing Pei Huaian's arm.
Chu Yu looked at her with disgust, pulled out his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Shut up!" He turned his gaze to Shao He, "Are you sure?"
Without hesitation, Shao He answered, "I can't be wrong, it is indeed the slippery pulse."
