After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

The next day, at dawn, in the east wing, Hanhan was lying in her crib, immersed in a dream, breathing evenly, with a sweet smile on her pink little face, as if even her dreams were filled with happiness as long as she was with her mother.

Xia Yurou leaned against the head of the bed, her face pale, her brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of pain and discomfort flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She gently stroked her abdomen with both hands, feeling slight cramps from time to time and feeling unprecedented discomfort.

Ren Chenxi was extremely anxious to see his beloved concubine in such pain. His usual cold and unruly temperament was completely gone, replaced by a face full of concern and anxiety.

"I wasn't like this before when I drank."

Xia Yurou curled up in the soft quilt, the dense beads of sweat on her forehead formed a sharp contrast with her pale face.

She pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress the sudden feeling of nausea, but it only made the pain more obvious.

Ren Chenxi's eyes were full of heartache. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and his movements were full of caution, as if Rou'er was the most precious porcelain to him in the world.

"Rou'er, bear with it, the doctor will be here soon."

His voice was low and gentle, like the warmest spring breeze, trying to blow away the chill and discomfort around her body.

Xia Yurou forced a smile, which concealed a weak stubbornness. Her fingertips gently touched Ren Chenxi's furrowed brows, trying to soothe the worries in the prince's heart.

"Look at you, with your frown on your face, how can you look like the free and unrestrained prince you usually are? I just drank a few sips of wine, my body is not that fragile."

Ren Chenxi's anxiety did not ease at all, but he felt even more distressed. He held Xia Yurou's hand and put it on his warm cheek, comforting her: "Rou'er, every bit of your discomfort in front of me affects my heart. I know you have a tough personality, so let me be your support. Honey Hanhan doesn't want to see you like this."

His deep voice was full of affection and his eyes were full of love. This warm and touching scene seemed to move even the morning light outside the window and make it softer.

Xia Yurou gently tugged at Ren Chenxi's sleeve, her weak voice as thin as a mosquito's: "Your Highness, I'm hungry."

"Just lie down and I'll make you some stomach-nourishing porridge."

Ren Chenxi scratched the tip of her nose lovingly, turned and walked into the kitchen. The chefs wanted to cook, but he refused them all. He just wanted to make a bowl of stomach-nourishing porridge for his Rouer himself.

He rolled up his sleeves and began to select ingredients, choosing each one carefully, striving to make the most stomach-nourishing porridge for Rouer.

On the stove, the fire was jumping, and the rice grains in the casserole were slowly waking up in the warm water, emitting a faint rice aroma.

Ren Chenxi carefully controlled the heat, stirring with a spoon from time to time, for fear that the bottom of the pot would be burnt. His face was filled with focused tenderness, and his heart only wanted to convey this love to Rouer.

What filled the kitchen was not only the aroma of porridge, but also Ren Chenxi's deep love and care for Xia Yurou.

On the corridor of the east wing, light gauze danced gracefully. Following the sound of light footsteps, Liu Xiaoxue, wearing a emerald green dress, like the first buds blooming in spring, gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom with a bit of anxious concern.

"Sister, I heard that you were not feeling well, so I rushed to see you right away. Are you feeling better now?"

Her voice was full of worry. She walked quickly to the bed, her eyes gently falling on Xia Yurou's pale face.

"It's not that bad, but it feels like there's a durian rolling around in my stomach. My chest feels stuffy and I want to vomit but I can't."

Just at this moment, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door, and Jiang Wan, dressed in a white gauze dress, also walked into the house anxiously.

"In the past, no matter how much you drank, you would just sleep a little or make some minor mistakes. Why is it so serious this time?"

Although her voice was soft, it was full of concern for Yurou.

Xia Yurou forced a bitter smile, her eyes flickering with helpless anger, and she said softly: "Wanwan, I'm in this state, and you still bully me. You are really heartless."

As she spoke, she patted the bed gently, motioning Jiang Wan to sit down. Her soft and coquettish look softened Jiang Wan's heart, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

The Black and White Devils followed closely behind and also stepped into the house.

Heisha looked at Xia Yurou lying on the bed and said in confusion: "Princess, you are a great master, how could you be defeated by just a few glasses of wine? This... this shouldn't be possible!"

Bai Sha pondered for a moment, his brows revealing calmness and wisdom. He slowly stepped forward and said, "Princess, perhaps you can try to use your inner strength to guide the remaining alcohol out of your body. You have a deep cultivation base, so you should be able to control the alcohol."

"Sister Bai, I've tried it, and there's no trace of alcohol left in my body. This feeling is like... like my body is rejecting something, but it can't get rid of it. It's extremely uncomfortable."

As she spoke, Xia Yurou curled up unconsciously, covering her abdomen with one hand and clutching the quilt with the other. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead again, and her expression of pain became even more intense.

Jiang Wan's eyes flashed with doubt, and she gently stroked Xia Yurou's back, trying to comfort her: "Yurou, we are all martial arts masters, and the energy in our bodies should flow freely. Why can the mere effect of alcohol bother you so much? This pain is comparable to the difficulties and obstacles on the road of martial arts, and it is even more unpredictable."

Xia Yurou smiled bitterly, confusion flashing in her eyes, and said helplessly: "Wanwan, I don't understand either. It feels like there is an inexplicable thing in my body, it has nothing to do with the alcohol, it's more like... some unknown rejection reaction, it feels like a pair of invisible hands are tightly grasping the pain that is unbearable."

"You and the prince have been showing too much dog food, are you going to have a catastrophe?" As Heisha's words came out, the air froze.

Jiang Wan turned around abruptly, her eyes full of anger. She stared at Heisha with her cold eyes angrily. Her eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if she wanted to cut all the rude words into pieces.

Liu Xiaoxue bit her lower lip lightly, but could not hide the dissatisfaction in her eyes. She stamped her feet lightly and said unhappily: "Brother Hei, what nonsense are you talking about? I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, his clear eyes turned slightly red, and it was obvious that Heisha's unintentional words touched his heart.

Heisha was stunned, as if he had not expected that his unintentional words would cause such a strong reaction. A rare trace of embarrassment flashed across his usually ferocious face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak. Even the sound of the wind stopped breathing.

Liu Xiaoxue said to Heisha in an almost commanding tone: "Brother Hei, you are really too direct sometimes. Now is not the time to joke around. My sister is feeling very uncomfortable. We should try to help her instead of making things worse."

The spiritual power around Jiang Wan that was originally trembling slightly due to anger gradually subsided, but her cold and aloof temperament became even stronger: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I don't mind letting you know what the anger hidden under the real calm is."

As he finished speaking, there were slight fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, which were signs of the yin and yang energies briefly interweaving and then quickly returning to their original positions. Although they were not truly released, they were enough to make the surrounding air tremble.

Bai Sha quickly stepped forward, standing between Hei Sha and Jiang Wan, and said in a steady voice, "Don't get excited, Miss Jiang. Hei Sha is just outspoken and has no ill intentions. We should first focus on the princess's condition."

Jiang Wan withdrew the spiritual power that was ready to be released in her body and sat back on the bed. She patted the back of Yu Rou's hand, her eyes full of worry.

"Yu Rou, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. I will make sure you are safe even if it costs me everything. We must first find the root cause of the pain, and then prescribe the right medicine."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand and placed her palm on Yu Rou's forehead. A warm spiritual power seeped in to relieve her pain.

At this time, Steward Lin came in with a doctor who was about fifty years old with gray hair and beard, and Jiang Wan stepped aside.

He sat down slowly, placed his hands gently on Xia Yurou's delicate wrist, closed his eyes, and began to take her pulse carefully.

Xia Yurou's face was still pale, but her eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope because of the doctor's arrival.

She leaned weakly on the soft brocade pillow, and every breath seemed to consume her already limited strength.

The doctor's fingertips danced lightly on her thin pulse, trying to untie the source of the inexplicable pain in her body.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became subtle and tense.

The doctor's voice was like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, penetrating the haze in Xia Yurou's heart: "Princess, you are pregnant, and the stimulation of alcohol has triggered your body's natural rejection reaction, causing your current physical discomfort."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xia Yurou's eyes widened instantly, full of disbelief. Her slightly trembling hands gently stroked her flat belly, where a new life was being nurtured.

Hanhan seemed to feel the joy in the air. Her pink little face was filled with an innocent smile. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her big eyes that were as clear as spring water.

She waved her little fists in the air and made childish babbling sounds, celebrating the sudden news of the new family member in her own way.

Liu Xiaoxue gently leaned over and picked up Hanhan from the soft crib, her movements full of gentle care.

Hanhan's little hands naturally wrapped around Sister Xue's neck, and her little face pressed tightly against her cheek, as if she could sense the happiest joy from her sister's heart.

Liu Xiaoxue gently held the little princess to her chest and leaned down so that Hanhan could look into her eyes.

"Hanhan, your mother is pregnant. You are going to be a big sister. Are you happy about having a little brother or sister?"

She gently touched Hanhan's pink little nose with her finger. Hanhan seemed to understand. Her two big eyes lit up instantly, sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

Hanhan's little hands began to dance restlessly, as if wanting to touch the upcoming new life. She showed an innocent smile and babbled.

Heisha deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was talking to himself, but loud enough for the people in the room to hear clearly: "Look, I told you, a few glasses of wine couldn't really make our princess pregnant, it turns out she's pregnant with another baby!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to cast a kind smile in Xia Yurou's direction. In that smile was anticipation for the little life and relief that the princess was in good health.

The doctor nodded gently, handed the written prescription to Steward Lin, and warned: "Remember, the princess's body is precious now, and she must not be exposed to alcohol. She needs to rest quietly, and the pregnancy-preserving medicine I prescribed can keep both mother and child safe."

Steward Lin took the prescription respectfully, agreed repeatedly, and then led the doctor out of the east wing, closing the door quietly for fear of disturbing the warm atmosphere in the house.

Bai Sha walked forward slowly and said softly, "Congratulations, Princess. This must be the best gift God has bestowed on the palace."

Jiang Wan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fell gently on Xia Yurou, and she gently grasped the back of her slightly cold hand.

"Did you hear what the doctor said? You can't be so willful in the future. You must not touch alcohol."

Xia Yurou gently stroked her belly, which had not yet shown any sign of pregnancy, and whispered to the little life in her belly in a secret conversation: "Little guy, you are so troublesome before you are even born. Look how much trouble you have caused your mother. When you come out, your mother will settle the score with you. She will have to pat your little butt a few times to make you remember this lesson for your new arrival."

Jiang Wan watched from the side, her heart full of emotion. She patted the back of Xia Yurou's hand and said with a smile: "Yurou, don't scare him, the little guy can understand. He is our little baby now, he should be spoiled."

Hanhan's little face was filled with a happy smile. She stretched out her chubby little hands and tried hard to climb onto Jiang Wan's shoulders. Her soft and tender voice was a bit coquettish: "Mother Wan... Mother Wan, I am your baby too~"

Jiang Wan's heart melted instantly. She hugged Han Han in her arms, her cheek pressed against her soft hair, and responded softly, "Of course, Mother Wan loves you and me the most. You are Mother Wan's treasures, and no one can replace you."

As she spoke, she gently placed a warm kiss on Hanhan's forehead. An even brighter smile immediately bloomed on Hanhan's little face, and her little hands tightly embraced Jiang Wan's neck, as if to lock this happiness forever.

Ren Chenxi walked into the room carrying a bowl of steaming stomach-nourishing porridge and sat down beside the bed. The porridge had a warm color and a fragrant aroma, and it was obvious that it was made by him with great care.

Xia Yurou was half leaning on the soft cushion. Although her face was still pale, her eyes had regained some spirit.

She looked at Ren Chenxi with a gentle smile on her lips, and obediently opened her mouth like a kitten.

Ren Chenxi carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to her mouth to cool it down, and then slowly brought it to her lips.

Xia Yurou bit the spoon gently, but her eyes couldn't help but drift towards the prince who was taking good care of her. There were thousands of words hidden in her eyes, but it seemed like it was just pure attachment.

The hot steam from the porridge swirled around her face, adding to her hazy beauty and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Ren Chenxi saw this, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, his eyes full of pampering: "Are you eating the porridge? Or are you eating me? Look at you, your soul is almost gone."

He gently put down the bowl and spoon in his hands, and used his fingertips to wipe away the rice grains that accidentally stuck to the corners of his mouth. His movements were gentle and natural.

"Has the doctor been here? What did he tell you?"

Xia Yurou was about to speak, but Heisha cleared his throat solemnly and said, "Listen carefully, Your Majesty. 'The spring breeze blows on the face and the peach blossoms smile. Another happy event has happened in the mansion. A new life has come quietly, and the princess has a treasure in her belly.' Your Majesty, can you guess what this poem is talking about?"

Ren Chenxi's hand paused slightly, and then he continued to steadily deliver the porridge to Xia Yurou's mouth. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and his eyes were full of a gentle smile.

He did not answer directly, but glanced at Heisha from the corner of his eye: "When did you start keeping things a secret?"

"Is it too hard to guess? Then I'll try another one."

Heisha made up a story in a non-rhyming tone: "The spring scenery in the palace is beautiful. The baby in the princess's belly is not a fish or a shrimp, but a baby who can cry and laugh."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, which caused everyone in the room to laugh as well.

Ren Chenxi shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "This is not a poem, it's clearly a jingle from street kids."

"My Lord, this is not the point."

Ren Chenxi reacted immediately, his hand trembled violently, and the porridge spoon hit the edge of the bowl, making a subtle but crisp sound.

He suddenly looked up and locked his eyes tightly around Xia Yurou's smiling and shy eyes, as if he wanted to engrave them in his heart forever.

"Rou'er, is he saying... I'm going to be a father?"

Xia Yurou nodded, the blush on her cheeks as brilliant as the morning glow. She lowered her head shyly and gently stroked her un-bulging belly with her fingertips. A new life was being nurtured there, the fruit of her love with Ren Chenxi.

She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with maternal radiance, and replied softly, "Your Highness, our little family not only has little baby Hanhan, but now we have a new member."

Ren Chenxi's eyes were filled with deep joy. He slowly leaned forward, and his lips gently touched Xia Yurou's smooth forehead. It was a gentle kiss filled with endless love.

"Rou'er, thank you for giving me a home."

His voice was full of magnetism, and every word seemed to flow out from the softest part of his heart. Xia Yurou was completely broken by these words and rushed into the prince's arms.

When she first came to this strange world, she was alone. Now she has friends, a warm home with the prince, and a child of their love.