Chapter 894
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After being mocked by Mo Li, Liu Ruyan didn't get angry. Instead, he glared at Mo Li and gave a sly smile, "At least I'm still one of the four great advisors. What about you, Mo Li? You can't even be considered a substitute, yet you still have the nerve to talk about me? Just wait, I'll soon marry Xiao Die and have eight or ten children with her. You'll always be a bachelor, with no one to dote on you, no one to love you! Who told you to be so stupid! "
"You all think I'm stupid. Let me tell you, I'm not stupid. I know everything. Do you believe that I won't find a woman tomorrow and have a child for you to see? "Mo Li said through gritted teeth.
Liu Ruyan rolled his eyes at him, "That's it? You're still saying you're not stupid? "
"Big brother, are you stupid? If you have a child tomorrow, would that child be yours?" Mo Zhu said with worry.
It seemed like his big brother was a bit stupid.
He was truly worried about his future.
Yun Ruoyue, who had forgotten to take the lantern, immediately heard their conversation.
So it turned out that Chu Xuanchen had been pretending to be pitiful in front of her all this time because Mo Li had taught him?
He really wanted face. He was clearly the one who begged her not to divorce, but he made it sound like she was the one begging him.
However, since he had sacrificed himself to save her, she wouldn't bicker with him.
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Perhaps it was because she had been too tired these past few days, but Yun Ruoyue slept until noon the next day before waking up.
"Niang niang, it's already time for lunch. I've stewed chicken soup, braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and braised pork shoulder in soy sauce for you. I'll help you out to eat." Seeing the princess consort wake up, Fung quickly came in to say this.
As soon as she heard these greasy dishes, Yun Ruoyue felt her heart become stuffy and uncomfortable.
"I don't want to eat these. They're all too greasy. I want to eat something lighter. You guys can eat these." Yun Ruoyue said in discomfort.
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"These are all your favorite foods. Niang niang, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Fung asked worriedly.
"No, I'm fine. Maybe it's because I've been too tired from treating Prince Xian recently, so I always feel very tired and want to sleep. Can you make me something light? "
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Fung said gently.
"Make me some steamed buns and some sour fruits. I don't want to eat anything else," Yun Ruoyue said.
"Sour?" Fung looked at Yun Ruoyue in confusion. Why did Her Highness suddenly want to eat something sour?
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and go." After Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, she stretched and got up to wash up.
After she finished washing up, she walked out of the room and found that the dishes Fung had made were still sitting quietly in the parlor. As soon as she smelled those dishes, she immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
She really couldn't stand the smell, so she turned around and vomited into the trash can she had made.
After vomiting for a long time, she only vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water and nothing else.
What was wrong with her?
"Niang niang, why are you vomiting? Don't tell me you're …" Fung walked in and saw this scene with a happy face.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Chu Xuanchen and I have never done it again except for that one time five months ago. How can I be pregnant? If I'm pregnant, won't there be a big problem? "Yun Ruoyue quickly said.
"That's right. His Highness has only touched you once. It's been so long, so it's impossible." Fung nodded.
"Of course, I must have been too tired recently. However, my period hasn't come for a long time. It's been delayed for a month. It seems that I can't stay up late anymore in the future. I have to sleep early and wake up early. I've been staying up late and messing up my period, "Yun Ruoyue said.
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