With the Thousand-Year Ginseng at hand, Yan Wanqing felt much more at ease, and the warmth from the room's stove made her drowsy.
Sun Qinglian then hurried her to rest in a side room.
Yan Wanqing was not stubborn. Being pregnant, she was already exhausted. As soon as she lay down on the bed, she fell asleep at once.
Meanwhile, at the other side, late in the night, Yan An found his way to Prince Seven's mansion.
When the servants reported his arrival, Xiao Hongshen was still in the dark prison, with a whip in his hand, lashing so fiercely that the flesh on the ground burst open. It was only when the trembling servant called out to him that he reluctantly threw the whip aside and straightened the messy hair at his temples with both hands.
He washed his hands slowly. "Are you saying Yan An has come knocking again?"
"To report to Your Highness, he is still waiting outside the door at this moment."
