Chapter 1429: The Child—Probably Two More Months

Chu Ping instantly became happy: "Then I need to burn high incense."

Qingmei looked at him, puzzled.

Chu Ping explained: "The Princess is a Heavenly Immortal, the one who serves the Princess is my wife, my wife can serve the little fairy, doesn’t that mean I get to share the glory too?"

Qingmei laughed and lightly patted his face: "You really know how to elevate your status."

Bai Zhi’er turned around and saw the couple playing around.

Chu Ping lifted Qingmei up, tossing her high and catching her steadily.

Perhaps this is how they played at home, Qingmei laughed, hugging Chu Ping’s neck, pretending to be angry.

"Put me down, the Princess is watching!"

"I refuse to put you down, the Princess won’t blame us."

Bai Zhi’er watched them like this, shook her head with a smile.

She walked towards the palace, leaving behind a light-hearted remark.

"Of course I won’t blame you, just a friendly reminder, Brother Chu Ping should be careful, lest you drop the baby and have nowhere to cry."

"Moreover, if you dare to let Sister Qingmei feel any pain, I’ll make you suffer for a month!"

After Bai Zhi’er finished speaking, she entered Ruizhu Palace.

Leaving Chu Ping and Qingmei the young couple staring at each other.

"What did the Princess just say? Our child?" Chu Ping was surprised.

Qingmei was equally stunned: "I believe she did say that, the Princess can tell fortunes, before Jiang Ying specifically came to the palace to ask the Princess for a reading!"

The couple was silent for a moment, in the next second, they rushed eagerly into the palace.

"Princess! Your Highness!"

Bai Zhi’er was practicing calligraphy, the two squeezed beside her.

Chu Ping ground ink, Qingmei pinched her shoulders, making Bai Zhi’er both amused and helpless.

"You two say what you have to say, you’re being overly attentive, what do you want?"

Chu Ping hurriedly said: "I just want to ask, Your Highness just mentioned, our child, is it that Qingmei is already pregnant?"

Qingmei also looked at Bai Zhi’er nervously.

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes sparkled, she smiled: "How would I know."

Qingmei hugged her arm: "Good Princess, please tell this servant, my heart is so stirred up, I won’t be able to sleep tonight."

Being shaken, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t practice calligraphy properly and had to set down the brush.

She smiled wryly: "Sister Qingmei, you just know I can’t refuse you!"

"Alright, I suppose I can tell you, about the child, perhaps in two months, there’ll be good news."

"But, make sure Brother Chu Ping is careful, don’t be rash, your first child’s fortune seems very weak, it might be prone to miscarriage."

Chu Ping’s heart rose to his throat.

"What does miscarriage mean?"

Bai Zhi’er patiently explained: "It means this child has a weak connection with you, it’ll only stay in Sister Qingmei’s belly for a short time then leave, which would be a miscarriage."

Qingmei took a sharp breath, before she could speak, her eyes reddened.

She choked: "So dangerous, what do we do then..."

Bai Zhi’er quickly said: "I’m telling you this not to worry you beforehand, although the child’s fortune is weak, but I’m here, right? As long as I can help, Sister Qingmei doesn’t need to worry."

Chu Ping listened, eyes brightened.

"Princess! You’ll be my dear ancestor from now on!" He hitched up his robe to kneel and kowtow to Bai Zhi’er.

Qingmei followed him to kneel too.

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly pulled them up, laughing until she was shaking.

"Alright! What are you two doing, as if I suddenly gained two descendants?"