Sang Yan clutched her lower abdomen and took a few steps back, distancing herself from him.
Qi Wuya didn't care and scoffed as he walked out of the Phoenix Palace.
But after leaving the palace, he was still worried about the person inside.
Experiencing morning sickness.
She won't be able to eat dinner, will she?
She was already weak, and if she didn't eat dinner...
It might be better if she didn't eat.
Better starve that brat out!
His heart harbored cruelty, yet he commanded, "Go ask your mistress what she wants to eat. Make sure to coax her into eating something."
"Yes."
The palace maid complied and hurried into the palace, conveying the Emperor's words to You Ran.
Upon hearing this, You Ran said with envy on her face, "Miss, you see, the Emperor just has a tough exterior but a soft heart; he really does care about you."
She was genuinely envious.
The Emperor didn't pamper Miss Hong Zhao like this, not with such considerate patience.
Sang Yan was indifferent.
