The morning sun spilled through the Whisper Bowl's windows, lighting up the half-renovated hall. Sawdust floated in the air. Hammers clinked rhythmically. The smell of fresh broth simmering in the kitchen drifted outside.
But inside the small room behind the kitchen, chaos had already begun.
Empress Preparing for Her "Pregnancy Mission"
Empress Lian An stood in front of the bed, folding clothes with the expression of a woman preparing for a war she NEVER signed up for.
Three neatly folded sets of commoner dresses.
A wool shawl.
A pair of travel boots.
A pouch of medicine.
A rolled blanket.
And…
One large, soft pillow.
She stared at the pillow as if it were her sworn enemy.
"Six months pregnant…" she muttered. "Why did that stupid man choose six months? Why not two? Why not one? Why do I have to look like a watermelon?"
Behind her floated three ghosts—Fen Yu, Wei Rong, and Li Shen—watching her pack with dramatic dead faces.
Ghosts Complaining Loudly
