Gu Youyou subconsciously withdrew her hand, tightly embracing the baby in the swaddle.
The Miss Du across the bed was so frightened that her face lost all color, clutching the bedding tightly.
Her body was already worn out, in desperate need of rest.
But one thing after another kept her propped up, not daring to sleep.
Xiang Chun knelt under the Empress's authority, paying her respects.
Searcy glanced at Gu Youyou, bit her lip, and also had to kneel down.
The Empress snorted coldly, lifting her steps haughtily as she walked past them without bidding them to rise.
She entered the inner room, glanced at Gu Youyou on the soft couch, then turned her gaze to Miss Du lying in the middle of the room, on the large bed.
Cuiya, trembling with fear, resolutely decided to stand in front of Miss Du, like a hen protecting her chick. Although she appeared fragile and delicate, she was obstinately shielding her, not letting anyone get close.
