Seeing him in a panic, Chu Qingmeng let out a laugh. "Stop! Don't panic! Quan Si went to see Shuangcheng. No matter what, he's going to pry that assassin's mouth open within the next few days. He left me medicine to suppress the spread of the toxin. My excessive sleepiness is just my body fighting the poison, leaving me with no strength for anything else, so I shouldn't die anytime soon." Catching her breath, she continued, "This poison is bizarre. Last night, when Quan Si took my pulse, he almost thought I was pregnant. But outsiders are foolish, how could you be foolish too?" Thinking about it, Chu Qingmeng was so amused she laughed despite herself, lifting her head to look at him. "Haven't you thought about it? Ever since we moved out of the Princess Mansion, the two of us have only spent the first few days together. You were busy the entire time two months ago, and then that battle happened a month and a half ago, and I've been bedridden for a month. Where on earth would I get a two-month pregnancy?"
Hearing this, Mo Liujin felt foolish enough to laugh at himself. It was true; recently he had been leaving early and returning late, often staying out all night or returning only after Qingmeng had already fallen fast asleep. It had been a false alarm of joy, but that wasn't the most important thing. "Your poison..."
Chu Qingmeng nodded and frowned. "It's strange. I'm not pregnant, yet every single symptom is like being pregnant, even my pulse feels that way. Or perhaps, wa…
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