"I'm sorry!" Zhang Lingzheng bowed heavily, "It was a slip of the tongue from your humble servant!"
Zhang Lingzheng was filled with remorse, but he didn't know how to save the child. The Imperial Palace was under strict guard, the Emperor was determined to have Feng Shu, and escaping seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven!
If the Emperor discovered she was pregnant, he would undoubtedly force her to terminate the pregnancy.
After Zhang Lingzheng left, a palace maid came with a food box and laid out six dishes and one soup. Feng Shu hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days, yet she felt neither hunger nor exhaustion. For the sake of her child, she forced herself to eat.
As the sun set, Emperor Yuan Hui came to see her. Feng Shu had already composed herself and spoke indifferently, "I want to see my parents."
"Alright!"
