"Zhao Zhao, you're pregnant, why aren't you resting at home? And yet you're out and about. Jingzhe is really something, making you wait at the gate of the Imperial Palace."
Tong Huaqiong glanced at Lu Zhaozhao's belly, slightly protruding at four months.
Gu Jingzhe is quite inconsiderate, how could he let a pregnant woman come out to pick someone up?
She had been in the palace for a long time, and knowing Gu Jingzhe, Gu Dashu, and the others, she estimated that from the moment she entered the palace, Lu Zhaozhao was already waiting outside the gate, which was not a pleasant experience for a pregnant woman.
Lu Zhaozhao smiled and said, "You've wronged my husband. He told me to wait at home, but how could I rest easy? I'd be nervous staying at home. Besides, sitting in the carriage with food and drink is just as comfortable as being at home."
Hearing that Tong Huaqiong and Chen Sufen had entered the palace, Lu Zhaozhao and the others were indeed anxious.
