Jing Rong walked very slowly, clutching her stomach.

Even though the rain had left the air refreshingly cool, her nose was still dripping with fine sweat.

“Miss, please sit down and rest,” Jadeite said as she helped Jing Rong to the Crane Pavilion, using a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

Outside the pavilion, a few cranes leisurely paced about, their demeanor noble and ethereal.

The court physician had advised her to move around more, but her body felt heavy and she grew tired quickly.

A maid brought a warm cup of osmanthus plum juice, and Jing Rong drank most of it, feeling a bit refreshed.

Jing Rong sighed and unconsciously placed her hands on her swollen belly.

If she calculated the days, the child would be born in three months.