Seeing the grave expression on Fu Chu’s face, Zhao Yan immediately turned serious. He had many suspicions, but the one that weighed heaviest in his mind involved matters concerning Emperor Deming. Often, to keep things discreet, the Emperor passed information to him through Fu Chu.
"Xiaoyun is suffering from morning sickness. She was afraid you would worry and kept telling me to keep it quiet, but she has grown increasingly frail over this period, and despite seeing a physician, there has been no improvement. Brother, your medical skills are excellent—could you go and check her pulse? If she keeps vomiting like this, I am deeply concerned for both her and the baby's health." Fu Chu had wrestled with this for a long time before coming to Zhao Yan. Perhaps Zhao Yun would blame him for speaking out later, but the bigger picture took precedence. If being scolded by her a few times could lead to a better outcome, he was more than willing to accept it.
Zhao Yan hadn’t seen Zhao Yun lately, which was the norm; after all, he was so busy he would collapse into sleep the moment he finished work, and even the time he spent with his own children had been cut significantly. Usually, when Zhao Yun returned, it was during the day, and by the time she headed back to the Marquis’ Mansion in the evening, he had only just finished his shift. The two of them were perpetually out of sync.
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