Qingxin Pavilion

"What did you say?" Jiang Lishuang exclaimed, and stood up suddenly.

Mei Ting gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and whispered like a mosquito: "That woman is pregnant!"

After hiding it for three days, I finally couldn’t hide it anymore.

The young lady was sensitive and saw the clues from the servant's face, and pressed her repeatedly. She had no choice but to tell the whole story about this hurtful fact.

With a "bang", the cup in Jiang Lishuang's hand quickly fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the pieces scattered all over the floor.

And her feet wearing soft satin shoes accidentally stepped on sharp fragments, and she didn't even feel any pain.

"Pregnant! She's pregnant!" She murmured, and fell down on the Jindun in despair, her face turned extremely white for a moment.

"Master..." Mei Ting couldn't bear to look at her, feeling extremely sad.

She knew what this news meant to her master.

She could also understand her master's feelings, but she could do nothing to help her and could only stand helplessly aside, looking at a loss.

"Is there a mistake in the news? Or did she spread the news on purpose?"

Jiang Lishuang suddenly grabbed Mei Ting's sleeve anxiously and looked at her with hope, trying to get the answer she wanted to know from her mouth.

Mei Ting hesitated for a moment and said: "It's been said in the government, and the doctor has also been here.

Both the Emperor and the Queen Mother have given gifts, and there are several large boxes filled with valuable things, so they must not be fake!"

Jiang Lishuang held on to her last glimmer of hope and suppressed her trembling voice as she said:

"Go and find out which doctor took her pulse. I want to know the most accurate information!"

"Yes" Mei Ting hurried away

Jiang Lishuang sat in the room, holding on to the corner of her clothes, sitting there motionless, like a Buddha statue exuding a cold aura.
Chapter completed!