Inside the palace, two breathtakingly beautiful women sat facing each other.
Mo Ye drank Dragon Palace Wine, but Wu Su Su, being pregnant, naturally did not drink. She insisted that drinking more hot water was better.
Perhaps it was because Jiang Lin often told Wu Su Su to "drink more hot water" by her ear...
"I know that beast Jiang Lin has an unusual fondness for hot water..."
Watching Wu Su Su take tiny sips of hot water, Mo Ye shook her head.
"When I was little... when I was still Niannian, I had to drink a cup of hot water and milk every morning after waking up. But Dragon Palace Wine can warm the spirit and nourish the heart, so it does have some benefits."
"No, no matter what kind of wine it is, Young Master said alcohol is bad." Wu Su Su smiled.
"..."
Her good intentions had been taken for the liver of a donkey and the lungs of a horse, and Wu Su Su kept mentioning that beast Jiang Lin at every turn. Mo Ye stopped trying to persuade her.
"What brings you to my Dragon Palace, Miss Wu?" Mo Ye got straight to the point.
"Actually, it's nothing." Wu Su Su put down her teacup and unconsciously rested her small hand on her lower abdomen.
Mo Ye knew she was not emphasizing, I'm carrying Jiang Lin's child. How about it—are you jealous? Rather, it was an instinctive protectiveness, a mother's protection of her child.
Mo Ye felt that in Wu Su Su's heart, the child in her belly was more important than her own life.
If anyone dared hurt her child, this woman who was about to become a mother would go mad!
"Does Little Lin's sister know what happened on the battlefield beneath Ten