"Where is the Prince? Where is the Prince?" Ye Lu dragged her weakened body, her eyes fixed intently on the maid.
The maid was somewhat frightened by her gaze, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "The Prince is with the Princess Consort, saying not to let you, the concubine, be troubled in spirit and to have you recuperate well."
"With the Princess Consort?" Ye Lu's voice was sinister, but she didn't do anything excessive ultimately, "You can leave, I want to be alone for a while."
The little maid was eager to escape, afraid Ye Lu might change her mind and kept running out swiftly.
Ye Lu's expression grew darker; her hands, made even more slender due to recent weight loss, bulged with veins as she clutched the quilt tightly, it took a long time for her to calm down.
Though everyone believed that her miscarriage was self-inflicted because she was overly suspicious and deliberately avoided taking the fetus-preserving medicine, she intuitively felt it wasn't that simple.
