The golden osmanthus blossoms were fragrant, and dusk had settled over the long, bustling streets of Bianjing. A soft, pale golden glow lingered over the First Prince’s Estate, the light deepening as it cast a gentle hue over everything it touched.
In the Fuqu Courtyard, the First Prince was busy at his desk. Furong served him tea and snacks, then moved to his side to gently knead his shoulders. Her touch was neither too heavy nor too light—the comfort was just right. She was four months pregnant, and the slight, rounded curve of her belly gave her an added, indescribable air of grace.
Ji Yeyu set down his brush and reached out to hold her hand, smiling. "Let the servants handle these things. You are with child; why tire yourself out? I couldn't bear it."
Chapter 97