"I'm just going back to the capital; nothing will happen, and besides, my uncle is there too. If anything comes up, I can just go to him," Ye Jiuliang reassured him, knowing his concerns.
"I can take care of myself, remember? I still have lots of weird and wonderful medicines."
Li Mochan's thin lips parted slightly, his tone firm, "No."
"Oy," Ye Jiuliang reached out to hug his neck, drawing out the end of her sentence, "are you underestimating me that much? My belly isn't even showing yet, so others wouldn't dare to provoke me easily. Besides, we need to catch the traitor sooner rather than later to avoid endless trouble."
She wasn't clear about the situation in the capital and would have to go back to check. If this matter was related to the black-clad people again, then she had even more reason to go back.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Li Mochan looked down at her, still disagreeing with her proposal, "Be good, listen to me."
