Old Pal of the King of the Underworld

"I am acquainted with the King of the Underworld, but it is merely a glimpse, nothing remarkable," Nanli felt there was nothing worth boasting about.

"…" If this is not remarkable, then no one in the world possesses any remarkable abilities.

Seeing that she was about to bathe, Ye Siheng took the unfinished embroidered red veil and left.

As they boarded the carriage, he suddenly felt something amiss in the direction of the palace, but when he squinted his eyes and looked again, the sky remained clear and there was nothing unusual.

Ye Siheng thought to himself, perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him.

At this moment, in the Biyu Palace.

The fetus of Lady of Bright Deportmentwas of Yang was nine months old, protruding prominently.

She was always supported by palace maids whenever she moved, to prevent any mishaps.

Her gaze was affectionate as she absentmindedly caressed her belly.