Do I Look Like a Soft Persimmon?

She asked cautiously, but deep down, she despised it.

She was afraid that she couldn't hide her pregnancy any longer, and Prince Huai was still delaying the marriage proposal. What would she do then?!

Zhang Luyao sighed, "Of course not. I know it's not your fault. You're just too softhearted, too easily trusting of others. But Yan'er, have you ever thought that if Prince Huai doesn't come to marry you, your pregnancy will soon be impossible to hide? I'm afraid you'll end up like Yun Nian, have you forgotten how she was looked down upon for giving birth to two illegitimate children?"

Yun Yan detested being compared to Yun Nian. How could her unborn child be compared to the illegitimate children of that wretched woman? But she couldn't argue back.

She lowered her head in sorrow and said, "I believe in Prince Huai. Luyao, your concern for me is truly admirable. I am fortunate to have you as my friend in this lifetime."