Being a Mother Makes You Harder

A purple light was emitted from Ye Qianli's stomach. There was also a faint purple light in the sky that was about to appear. This phenomenon already meant that Little Mo was about to come out, even if he was still sleeping and trying to grow up.

Ye Qianli…

She was already a little desperate. Perhaps she could only give birth to the child first and think about the rest later. She felt that she was really going to give birth.

She…

"Junior Leopard, tell me, what's wrong? What do you need me to do?" Rong Moqing's steady voice reached Ye Qianli's ears. It helped her recover from her despair.

While the situation was still stable, Ye Qianli told him about the magic box in a short story. The empress, who had just dragged the Alchemy God over, had a change in expression.

"Your Highness, what should we do…" Ye Qianli was helpless now. She didn't want to give birth to her Little Mo. She wanted him to be perfect.