"This is the very reason indeed, Your Majesty. For many years, the harem has been without news, yet amidst the chaos of war, the Noble Consort is suddenly with child. Isn't this the heavens blessing our dynasty?"
For the moment, the tent swept away the solemn atmosphere of the past few days, and joy abounded.
Si Chu pondered for a long while, his gaze deepening: "Let's burn the midnight oil tonight to discuss strategies. We must find a way to expedite the progress of the war."
Ji Jing hooked the corner of his mouth scornfully, his face showing not the slightest surprise.
The others: "..."
Is there really a need to go so far?
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In Shengjing, having just received Ji Jing's letter, Mingshu chewed on her pen with a troubled face: "What should I write back in this letter?"
Her eyes lit up: "I've got it! It might be best to confess the false pregnancy sooner rather than later!"