Feng Yun responded softly, her gaze lightly lifting toward the pinecone wind chime hanging by the window, a trace of barely noticeable gentleness in her eyes.
Sunlight filtered through, casting shadows on the wind chime, creating a dappled effect that resembled delicate ripples.
After a moment, she let out a faint sigh.
"I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."
Xiaoman widened her eyes, completely unable to fathom her mistress's thoughts.
"Of course it's a blessing! How could it be a curse? Mistress, you're expecting the Little Prince! If His Majesty finds out, who knows how overjoyed he'll be..."
Feng Yun's lips curved slightly. "Is that so."
This, she was certain of.
The child in her womb would undoubtedly be loved by Pei Jue...
And yet, for reasons unknown, since becoming pregnant, she often dreamed of Queque.
In her dreams, it was the little moments of their life together as mother and son in Qi Palace...
Then she would always wake up feeling guilty.
