Lu Liangwei rested her chin on his shoulder, her fingers toying with his long hair cascading down his back. A sudden wave of emotion prompted her to say, “You must have had a hard time taking care of me all this while, Your Majesty.”

“Why would you think that? I don’t find it hard at all. You have it harder than me.” Long Yang stroked her back tenderly.

She was the one who was suffering the most, bearing his child at such a young age.

Even so, she had never uttered a word of complaint.

His heart ached for her, and he was determined not to make her pregnant again.

She was probably carrying two children in her womb, which was already enough for him.

Whether they were boys or girls, he would raise them well and pass the throne to the child who was more fit to rule the kingdom.

Actually, it would be even better if they were a boy and a girl, but even if they turned out to be both girls, it did not matter; he would still raise them with care. Surely one of them would have the potential to become a female emperor.

His mind wandered far and wide, and he had almost finished laying out all the pathways he wanted his children to take in the future.

“I don’t find it hard either,” Lu Liangwei said nonchalantly, unaware that he had generated so many thoughts in such a short time.

However, the next instant, she let out a sudden hiss.

It was a small sound, but Long Yang heard it at once and shot an arm out to hold her waist. “What’s wrong? Are you having leg cramps again?” While he spoke, his other arm lifted her leg with practiced ease and he started massaging her gently.

As Lu Liangwei gazed at the man’s loving yet anxious face, the discomfort from the cramps gradually subsided.

She leaned into his embrace quietly.

How lucky she was to be loved by him!

…

Time went by fast. In the blink of an eye, the fifth month of the year came as Lu Liangwei entered her eighth month of pregnancy.

Lu Liangwei suddenly had a craving for waxberries.

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However, waxberries were not fully ripe at that time yet, and there was still a tinge of sourness mixed with their mild sweetness.

Currently, they were not yet available on the market—sales usually started during the middle of the month.

Nevertheless, there was a waxberry orchard in the imperial holiday home which produced high-quality fruit unmatched by those sold on the market.

The thought of the waxberries in the imperial holiday home made Lu Liangwei’s mouth water. Eager to taste them, she begged Long Yang to bring her there to pick them.

Long Yang cast a hesitant look at her huge belly. “Why do you suddenly feel like going there? If you want to eat waxberries, I can order the servants to pick them right away so you’ll get to taste the freshest ones. You don’t have to go there yourself.”

“I know, but I want to pick them myself.” Lu Liangwei clung to his arm and pouted.

For the past few months, she had been staying in the palace to take care of her health, and she rarely even returned to the Grand Duke Mansion.

Long Yang knew that she was feeling a little suffocated, so after pondering for a moment, he agreed. “Very well, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I still have some important matters to deal with today.”

“All right. We’ll go tomorrow, then.” Lu Liangwei’s smile made her eyes curve into lovely crescent-moons.

It was just one day. She could wait.

Long Yang bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

The next day.

Although the imperial holiday home was in the capital suburbs, which was not too far away, Long Yang brought Chief Physician Lin and Imperial Physician Wu along.

He would not allow anything undesirable to happen to Weiwei.

She had indeed been cooped up in the palace for too long.

Once they reached the imperial holiday home, Lu Liangwei grabbed Long Yang’s hand and started touring every corner of the place, almost forgetting that the purpose of her trip was to pick waxberries.

Only when they reached the waxberry orchard did Lu Liangwei remember her craving.

The waxberries at that time were still an unripe shade of green.

However, Lu Liangwei could not help salivating at the sight of the fruit on the branches.