Chapter 90 His Knife_1

The brewed brown decoction rested in a white porcelain bowl, having been briefly steeped in cool water, its steam rising only slightly.

Resting against the headboard, Pei Yunshu gazed at her bulging belly for a long time, finally steeling herself to reach for the medicine bowl on the silver platter.

Unable to hold back, Qiong Ying intercepted, "Princess Consort, perhaps you should think it over?"

"Why not summon a few more Medical Officers to take a look? Maybe there's a method that doesn't require inducing labor," Fangzi softly consoled her.

Lu Tong sat calmly at the table, as if she hadn't heard the conversation in the room.