After covering Tobanya with a thin blanket, Meng Zhuqing squatted in front of the bed, looking at Tobanya at eye level, and gently asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
Tobanya nodded, and tears fell again, which made Meng Zhuqing's heart ache terribly.
As soon as the tears fell, Tobanya quickly wiped them away with a smile: "Husband, I'm pregnant, I can't cry, I have to smile, I have to be happy, only then can the baby be born safely."
Meng Zhuqing's throat ached with emotion, unable to speak a word, his lips trembled uncontrollably, filled with heartache and distress.
After Tobanya drank the medicine to prevent miscarriage, her stomach slowly started to hurt less, but the pain persisted. It wasn't until dusk that Tobanya's stomach stopped hurting.
An Imperial Physician was stationed in shifts in the courtyard where Tobanya was staying, in case anything happened to her.
