Swinging

In an old house with three entrances and three exits, Su Bin was assisting Qin Zhenzhen as she enjoyed a swing.

As the swing soared to great heights, the sounds of Qin Zhenzhen's delighted laughter filled the air.

"Hahaha, this is so satisfying!"

The days of feigning pregnancy had truly wearied her. Enduring the constant pretense of fragility, using white powder to create a pale complexion, and occasionally feigning bouts of sickness had become tiresome.

Even during travel, she dared not display too much liveliness and confined herself to the carriage.

However, in the secluded Upper Forest, there was little to fear. As the saying went, the emperor was far away.

By chance, Su Bin had purchased a house with a robust swing in the backyard.

Qin Zhenzhen, feeling playful after suppressing the urge for two days, had decided today was the day to indulge.