The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Although Huang Fulian doesn't want that child, if it is really born, he can't ignore it, he will take her into the palace, right?

Then how will she face that child in the future?

Jiang Nanyan was not sure at all that she could treat that child as her own.

Since that child will be born no matter what, why is she here drinking this horribly nasty and ineffective medicine?

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanyan couldn't help but let out another long sigh. [

As soon as Huangfulian entered the door, what she saw was Jiang Nanyan, who was beating a bowl of decoction and sighing there.

He concentrated his attention, walked forward, looked at the decoction in Jiang Nanyan's hand, his brows were deeply furrowed.

"Why are you taking medicine again? Your wind and cold haven't recovered yet?"

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, Huangfulian would appear suddenly, Jiang Nanyan was startled, her whole body loosened, the bowl in her hand fell straight to the ground, and the splashed water was about to scald her feet

The corners of Huangfulian's eyes twitched, and she quickly stretched out her hand, wrapping around Jiang Nanyan's waist, and dodged to the side.

"Snapped"

The porcelain bowl fell heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound, and the black soup spilled all over the floor, curling upwards with white steam.

Jiang Nanyan looked at the mess all over the place in shock, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.