Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 598 It Can Be Counted as a Sliver of Hope After All

"If not, then leave this place quickly."

Feng Qian stared at him, and said coldly: "I'm coerced by you now, so I can't yell, but believe it or not, if you appear in front of me again, I will definitely be arrested?"

"I don't know." I don't know whether to believe it or not.

Mo Shaoyuan shook his head in a daze, then gritted his teeth angrily, "Get out!"

"Xiaoqi, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

After Wen Wen said this lightly, Mo Shaoyuan really turned around and walked towards the window.

Feng Qian could no longer see the sinister aura when she first met him. Ever since the hunt, Mo Shaoyuan left her feeling like a fog. Although she never wanted to get to the bottom of it, she was always caught His messy attitude made him dizzy.

child……

He said he would keep her baby safe.

Feng Qian's eyebrows were frowned, she couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen, but what Mo Shaoyuan said just now didn't seem to be fake.

It shouldn't be just to tease her so boring...

The palm involuntarily covered her swollen abdomen, Feng Qian thought, no matter what Mo Shaoyuan said was true or not, it could be regarded as a glimmer of hope.

As long as her child can be well...

A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Subconsciously cast a glance in the direction of the window, seeing that the window was closed and the room was empty, she looked at the door again: "Who?"

"Your Majesty, I seem to have heard your voice just now, are you calling my servant?"

"No, I was just having a nightmare." Feng Qian squeezed the space between her brows wearily, "Pour me a cup of tea."

She stopped sleeping, couldn't sleep.

Everything feels so crap.

When the door was pushed open, Feng Qian was burying her face in her arms. Hearing the sound, she moved a little, but did not raise her head.

"Dongyang, change the incense in this room. Don't want pear wood, give me red sandalwood."

"Why, after smelling a smell for a long time, do you feel tired?"

The man's smiling voice sounded beside him, and Feng Qian realized that it wasn't Dongyang who came in, but Jun Moying.

Looking up, her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, were sore and astringent, and she could only squint at him standing beside her holding a teacup.

"I want tea." She pouted angrily at the teapot in his hand.

"kindness."

He put down the things in his hand on the small table beside the bed, and the tea was poured from the teapot with a muffled but pleasant sound.

Jun Moying raised his eyes and handed her the teacup, but halfway through, he took it back and sat on the bedside to feed it to her.

After Feng Qian gulped down a whole cup of tea, she smacked her little mouth, and then remembered to answer his question just now: "It's not that I feel tired, I just want to change to a new taste."

Jun Moying patted her head indulgently, "Okay, listen to you... are you feeling better? If you think it's okay, we will go back to the palace. Otherwise, the days are coming, and I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the bumps .”

"What day?" Feng Qian asked instinctively in confusion.

After asking, she regretted it. She almost wanted to bite off her own tongue. Apart from the expected date of delivery, what other days would she have?
Scratching her head slightly annoyed, Feng Qian nodded hastily after seeing the man's half-smiley eyes, "Yes, I can do it now! You can leave whenever you want."

Jun Moying looked at her blushing face, and patted her on the head, "Then tomorrow. Someone needs to clean up."

(End of this chapter)