Feng Yi looked at Yun Zhao, and Yun Zhao looked back at him.
For some reason, although Yun Zhao's eyes were curved into a smile, he sensed she wasn't truly happy.
He blinked, and when he looked again, Yun Zhao was still smiling, her eyes sparkling. It was as if what he'd just felt was merely his imagination.
The words Feng Yi had been about to say suddenly died on his lips. "You're heavy with child now. If you don't want to go to Shouci Palace, then don't. I'll have Meng Jiuchang go in your stead to speak with the Empress Dowager."
"I know it's impolite and against the rules, but I can't help but feel uneasy. It seems that every time I attend a banquet at Shouci Palace, some trouble brews. If it were just me, I wouldn't mind, but with another life in my belly, I don't want to take any risks. I am so grateful that the Emperor is this understanding."
