Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Li Heng replied: "No, no one knows Xingyao's secret except the emperor's sister-in-law."

Secret! Wen Yuan's eyebrows jumped again.

She also carries the same secret.

"Imperial Sister-in-law, I will go to the border to find Xingyao first. If there is good news, I will let you know as soon as possible."

Wen Yuan was silent for a moment and replied, "Okay."

Soon, King Ruiping Li Heng led elite troops to the border.

The Ruiping Palace dismissed all the servants and locked the gate of the palace.

Three months later, Wen Yuan became pregnant.

Her body became heavier and heavier, and she became lazy day by day.

She took only one bite of the jade dew ball on the table and then put down her chopsticks.

Li Zhao put down his jade chopsticks and said, "Someone, change them."

The eunuchs and palace maids were busy for a while, removing the jade dew balls and bringing the pigeon soup.

Wen Yuan has become accustomed to Li Zhao's mobilization of troops. Even if she sneezes, three imperial doctors will be dispatched to treat her at the same time. Day by day, Yonghe Palace is like a vegetable market.

As the vessel for nurturing the royal heir, Wen Yuan is now a rare panda, and her diet is strict to the point of being harsh.

Sometimes, Wen Yuan would worry about the chefs in the imperial kitchen.

Serving the king is like serving a tiger. This is no joke. If you are not careful, your head will fall off.

"Ayuan, try the soup."

Li Zhao scooped a spoonful and brought it to Wen Yuan's mouth.

The morning sickness stage had clearly passed and it was time for his appetite to increase, but Wen Yuan could only eat a little.

The belly is getting bigger and bigger, but the person is getting thinner and thinner.

Li Zhao has been very busy recently, but he still takes time to go to Yonghe Palace to have dinner with Wen Yuan.

The imperial physician wrote a prescription, and Wen Yuan drank it obediently, but it had no effect. Instead, the strong smell of Chinese medicine made him vomit continuously.

After drinking for a few days, Li Zhao asked people to stop drinking.

During this period, he accompanied Wen Yuan to eat more and more often, and every time he would gently coax Wen Yuan to eat more.

Wen Yuan looked up at him and found it ridiculous. Li Zhao seemed to be schizophrenic, imprisoning her and doting on her at the same time.

She was clearly the Crown Princess who was married to someone in a formal ceremony, but now she feels like a canary in a cage.

Yonghe Palace is not small, but over the years, this small place has become so boring that you can see the end of it at a glance, just like being in prison.

During this period, Wen Yuan also tried to disobey the emperor's orders.

For example, Li Zhao was not allowed to enter the Yonghe Palace, and the palace maids and eunuchs were punished to kneel in the courtyard for no reason, and the food sent from the imperial kitchen was smashed.

She even went on a hunger strike for a few days, but after being warned by the system, she got up dejectedly and ate again.

She originally thought that this would anger Li Zhao, but perhaps she had a golden ticket to immunity from death in her belly, so Li Zhao indulged all her little tempers.

After struggling for a long time like a troublemaker, she still couldn't change the current situation, so she had no choice but to give up.

Ji Xingyao traveled back in time, Xiaoying died, and the secret guards she had hired were dealt with by Li Zhao. Now Wen Yuan is alone, like a lone boat trapped in the vast ocean. In the endless wait, he is left with only despair.

System: [Host, if you continue like this, you will get depression.]

Wen Yuan: [That's fine. If I commit suicide due to depression, can I return to the modern era?]

System: [Yes, a depressive episode does not count as the host's active suicide. It is caused by the disease and is still considered a "normal" death.]

Hearing this, Wen Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Apart from occasionally speaking a few words to the system, Wen Yuan's silence lasted longer and longer.

Even when Li Zhao came, she rarely responded.

Wen Yuan was trapped in the depression of being unable to return to the modern era, and his appetite was getting worse day by day.

Her limbs were so slender that they could barely support her increasingly full belly.

Whether you sit or lie down for a long time, your body will feel uncomfortable as if it is falling apart.

The bigger the belly gets, the harder it gets, and there's no end in sight.

As spring arrived and the sun grew warmer, Wen Yuan would occasionally walk out of the warm room and take a walk in the back garden of Yonghe Palace.

That day, Wen Yuan returned to the house from the back garden and met an unexpected person.

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty."

Amire was wearing a pure white southern Xinjiang costume with a very exotic style and stood under the corridor with a smile on her face.

The afternoon sunlight fell on the hem of her skirt, reflecting colorful light.