The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Now, she sits with Yun Shang all day long, with colorful fabrics piled in front of them.

Qinghuan was holding a piece of light blue cloth in her hand, stroking it gently and saying, "Miss, look at this cloth! It's incredibly soft! It's perfect for making a close-fitting garment for our young master. Furthermore, I've even found a piece of red cloth with exquisite Ruyi patterns on it. It's so beautiful it's hard to take your eyes off! If I could make it into a small, exquisite bellyband, it would definitely look amazing!"

As she spoke, Qinghuan dug out a few more pieces of brightly colored fabric from the pile and excitedly showed them to Yunshang, "Look, young lady! These pieces of fabric can be used to make tiger-head shoes and hats! You are so beautiful, and the prince is so handsome. I'm sure the young prince will become the most lovable child in the entire capital in the future!"

At this moment, Zhao Qiyan stood quietly at the bedroom door.

The laughter and joyful chatter coming from inside the house reached his ears clearly, causing ripples in his heart.

He listened silently to the master and servant discussing enthusiastically around the pile of cloth how to make clothes for the unborn child, and an indescribable feeling of bitterness welled up in his heart.

This feeling hit his heart like a tide, wave after wave, making him a little breathless.

After a long time, Zhao Qi Yan slowly turned around, left the bedroom with heavy steps, and walked straight towards the study.

He really didn't have the courage to step into the room full of warmth and expectation, because he was afraid that once he stepped into it, the sadness that had been suppressed in his heart for so long would burst out like a flood.

He was even more worried that the intelligent and perceptive Yun Shang would notice his unusual emotions, thus adding to his troubles.

As soon as Zhao Qiyan stepped out of the gate of Yun Shang's courtyard, he saw Lin Zhiyi leading two maids walking gracefully towards this direction.

She had a graceful figure and walked with light lotus steps, and she looked quite charming.

However, Zhao Qiyan frowned slightly, stopped walking, and stood quietly waiting for them to approach.

When Lin Zhiyi came up to her, she bowed gracefully and said softly, "I pay my respects to Your Highness."

The voice is melodious and soft, as sweet as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.

Zhao Qi Yan just glanced at her lightly, and then his eyes fell on the exquisite soup bowl held in the hands of the maid behind her.

In an instant, his originally calm expression turned as cold as frost. He opened his thin lips and asked coldly, "What exactly are you doing here? If you're bringing soup to the princess, then there's no need. Take your things away."

There is no warmth at all.

Faced with Zhao Qiyan's cold attitude, Lin Zhiyi showed no fear at all. Instead, she slowly straightened up, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Your Highness, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. I didn't come here to bring soup to my sister."

As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, as if she felt a little helpless about Zhao Qiyan's misunderstanding.

Lin Zhiyi then continued to explain, "Sister, you are the princess, so naturally there will be no shortage of food and supplies in the palace. Moreover, you are now pregnant, and the kitchen of this palace prioritizes your needs. There is an endless supply of all kinds of precious and nourishing foods, so why would you need me to bring these?"

After saying that, she looked towards Zhao Qiyan with her beautiful eyes, and there seemed to be ripples in her eyes, with a hint of grievance that was barely perceptible.

"Of course I won't serve soup to my sister. This soup is made for the prince."

Zhao Qiyan snorted coldly with a frosty face and asked in a cold tone, "Lin Zhiyi, what tricks are you playing?"

His eyes shot towards the woman in front of him like arrows, as if he wanted to see through her.

"This is the nourishing soup I specially prepared for you and the princess. I hope Your Highness and Princess can taste it." Lin Zhiyi lowered her head slightly and said softly.

However, Zhao Qiyan refused without hesitation, saying, "Hmph! The princess won't drink your soup, and neither will I. From now on, you'd better not appear before the princess again, lest she become upset. If she gets a miscarriage, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

Zhao Qiyan originally thought that these words would make Lin Zhiyi very angry, or that he would pretend to be pitiful and heartbroken and win sympathy with tears.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhiyi didn't react at all. Her face was as calm as water. She slowly bowed and saluted, saying neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Since Your Majesty dislikes me so much, I will take my leave now."

After saying this, she steadily picked up the soup bowl in her hand, turned around and left without hesitation.

Looking at Lin Zhiyi's back as he walked away, Zhao Qiyan couldn't help but feel a little confused.

This woman's behavior today was too abnormal, totally unlike her usual behavior.

So, he turned to look at Qi Chuan beside him and asked, "Has she behaved in any unusual way these days?"

Qi Chuan thought for a moment and then replied respectfully, "Your Highness, someone has been secretly monitoring her every move, and reports are sent daily on her activities. According to the secret guards, after the news of the princess's pregnancy broke, she initially appeared very happy and smiled for a long time. However, since then, there have been no other unusual movements."

Qi Chuan frowned slightly as he speculated thoughtfully, "Your Highness, in my opinion, Lin Zhiyi's coming here today probably has ulterior motives! She must be plotting something, perhaps secretly plotting something! Moreover, in my opinion, Lin Zhiyi will definitely not give up. I'm sure there will be a series of actions to follow. What do you think she wants to do? Is it really as Your Highness suspects, that she is here to test our situation?"

Zhao Qiyan nodded slightly, agreeing with Qi Chuan's opinion. He responded seriously, "Yes, I share this concern. Lin Zhiyi is a scheming person, and we must be on guard against her. We must deploy more personnel to closely monitor her every move and not miss any clues. In addition, the princess's protection must also be strengthened to ensure her absolute safety."

Upon hearing the prince's order, Qi Chuan quickly bowed and replied, "Yes, I obey your command! I will make sure to arrange it properly."

However, just as he finished speaking, Qi Chuan seemed to recall something important. After a moment's hesitation, he couldn't help but speak: "Your Highness, I dare to make a suggestion. I think that instead of constantly being on guard against the enemy, it would be better to take the initiative and annihilate these bandits in one fell swoop, eliminating the threat forever! That way, we can rest assured."