Su Qiyan held her breath and held Su Qihua’s pulse. But when he heard this, Su Qiyan’s body was shocked.
“You, you”
Su Qihua cried and said, “I guessed right, right? I’m really pregnant, right?”
“You already know,” Su Qiyan said.
Su Qihua nodded, “I haven’t had my period, and I’m nauseous and vomiting all day long. My father married so many women, and I’ve seen many of these things.”
Su Qiyan felt the cold wind, “This child is not the emperor, right?” Su Qiyan asked.
Su Qihua lay directly on the ground, trembling all over and started crying.
Xinlan knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to Su Qiyan and begged, “Miss, please save Concubine Yao. If the emperor knows about this, let alone Concubine Yao’s life, we all have to be buried with us. Even the Su family will be implicated.”
Su Qiyan ignored their words and continued to ask, “Whose child is this child?”
Su Qihua’s body kept trembling, and bit her lips and cried, “No matter who it is, it cannot be taken.”
Su Qiyan raised her head and said, “Because it is the prince’s.”
Su Qihua was stunned, “How do you know?”
How did you know that Su Qiyan smiled bitterly, how could she not guess it. There were only two men in the harem, one was the emperor and the other was the prince.