122. Golden Throne Hall Trial

The next morning, as Zhao Douan stepped into the dining room, the steaming meat buns were just being served.

"Eldest son, you've arrived just in time; breakfast is freshly made."

You Jinhua smiled radiantly, picking up a brown wooden chopstick and clamping a pearly white bun.

Cupping it with the palm of her other hand, she puffed up her cheeks and gently blew a few breaths, handing it over to his bowl.

The stepmother seemed in an exceedingly good mood today.

"Um," Zhao Douan, preoccupied with matters on his mind, was not very focused.

As he sat down, he grabbed a meat bun and took a bite, curiously asking,

"Zhao Pan is missing again?"

Eh, why did he say "again"?

You Jinhua bit her lip, delicately saying, "She's not feeling too well."

Complaining of a bloated stomach yesterday, and unwell again today... Zhao Douan glanced at her slightly embarrassed expression, his own mind stirring, and asked,

"Could it be her 'monthly water' has come?"