"Be gentler! If you don't have the lightest touch, then get out!" Wen Jiu’s angry voice rang out from inside the carriage.
Those who heard her had varied expressions. Baizhi’s face turned bright red, while Xuanling’s face lit up with excitement—soon there would be a little master, and it would surely be fun. Qingfeng, like Xuanling, was already thinking about how he would have to teach the little master martial arts from a young age so that he would grow up to be extraordinarily heroic. Qinghu, meanwhile, kept his eyes fixed firmly on Baizhi.
"Keep your voice down," Xiao Jue said. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, hadn't he seen pigs run? He had seen more than enough of those "living spring palace" scenes in the palace.
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