Keeping in Touch

The previous chapter title was wrong; it should have been Chapter 787.

Just as Aunt Xue suddenly remembered that she had "important business" to attend to, someone else was also trembling with fear for a similar reason.

Beijing Prince's Mansion, rear courtyard, Qin Room.

Princess of Beijing Wei Ying knelt before the qin stand, her long legs folded beneath her as she absentmindedly wiped the Seven-Stringed Qin before her.

Whenever she thought of her husband and younger brother profusely thanking Sun Shaozong at that very moment, she felt both ashamed and helpless. What was the Prince thinking, insisting on personally visiting him to offer thanks?

Who knew how smug that Sun fellow would become after receiving such honor behind their backs?

Twang~

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. Her raised little finger accidentally plucked a string. Wei Ying's hand paused, and she simply tossed the brocade polishing cloth into the nearby copper basin, staring blankly into space.

Before she knew it, her hand had begun gently stroking her lower abdomen, as though she could sense some change quietly taking place within.

A change that filled her with terror.

Sigh~

After a long while, Princess of Beijing let out a deep sigh, stretched out her numb legs, and lightly kneaded them now and then.

"Pah, pah, pah~!"

She spat several times in succession, trying to drive that vexing memory from her mind.

"What is it? Did Ying'er eat something dirty?"

A voice suddenly came from outside the door. Wei Ying looked up, and who else could it be but Prince of Beijing Shui Rong?

Half surprised and half guilty, she rose to greet him and asked, "When did Your Highness return?"

As she spoke, she thoughtfully stepped forward and helped Shui Rong remove his cloak.

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