Mingshu slightly widened her eyes and propped up the cup that Yun Zhi had accidentally knocked over, her tone admonishing, "We're all family here, why are you still acting like you're addicted to it?"
Yue Fuguang, at a loss for words, pursed his lips, "Who's acting with you? Judging by the timing, it must be over two months by now. It probably wasn't noticed before because the term was too early, and later it was thought to be the influence of the medicine, which led to the oversight."
Mingshu's hand trembled, and the cup she had just propped up was knocked over again. She looked up at Yue Fuguang, "Are you serious?"
Yue Fuguang raised an eyebrow, "What, do I look like I'm joking?"
Mingshu took a deep breath, her gaze involuntarily falling on her own belly, while Yun Zhi also looked over in a daze.
Both the maid and her mistress appeared as if they had suffered an immense shock.
Yue Fuguang's eyes showed confusion, "Isn't this a joyous occasion? Why the long faces?"