Ever since that day two years ago when Xiaoyao had diagnosed Fangfeng Yiying's pregnancy, she had not seen her. Back then, because of Tushan Jing, Xiaoyao had always found this woman intensely aggravating. Yet looking at her now, Fangfeng Bei's convenient half-sister was truly quite a beauty. Every gesture was poised and graceful, exuding the dignity, poise, gentleness, and virtue expected of a noble family's daughter. As she spoke, the corners of her eyes and brows carried smiles, and her voice was soft and melodious—truly someone against whom no fault could be found. Today, although she had used spiritual power to conceal it, her abdomen still swelled to the size of a mortal woman four or five months pregnant; she really could wait no longer.
Fangfeng Yiying bent down to bow to Xiaoyao, but was intercepted halfway.
"Please, no more bows. You are with child; if any mishap were to befall you, I would have no way to answer to your second brother," Xiaoyao said, glancing toward the pavilion.
Chapter 37