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"Then I'll go take a look." After all, he wasn't a young person, and kinship was more important than anything else.

The corners of Yao Qingcheng's lips curled up, "There's no need. It would be inconvenient for you to go."

Hearing this, Long Mo had no choice but to give up. After all, men and women were different.

Xiaoyu only felt a pain in her stomach, a pain that made her want to scream out loud, but all she saw was darkness.

"Little Jiu." She clutched her stomach, groping in the dark.

"Don't be afraid." A hand seized hers, and the voice was steady and firm.

Little Fishy didn't know who this was, but she felt at ease holding this hand. Her stomach no longer hurt so much.

After a while, however, she felt her stomach ache again.

Yao Meng Chen's brows were tightly locked together, he was meticulously busy, "Martial Ancestor, how is Master?"

Doctor Lu looked at the beads of sweat on Xiaoyu's forehead. He knew she was about to give birth, but he couldn't suppress his nervousness.

After all, he had reincarnated before, and whether those people lived or died had nothing to do with him.

"Where did you make me dizzy? Alright, stop wandering around." Yao Meng Chen frowned as he looked at Imperial Physician Lu moving around.

"Martial Ancestor, is Master okay? Is the baby okay?" Doctor Lu asked nervously.

Yao Meng Chen was completely speechless, "Aren't you an imperial physician? How can you be so lacking in manners?"

Imperial Physician Lu scratched his head in embarrassment. "Um, there's an expert in the art. My ancestor despised dirt. Women have never taught us how to produce this piece."

If not for the fact that the emperor seemed to favor the Ninth Prince on the surface, that would have been different. Otherwise, why would he send the golden royal physician to the Ninth Prince? Why would the emperor send someone like him?

"Forget it, stop messing around. Go and find Qingcheng." Although he was Xiaoyu's foster father, it wasn't appropriate for him to call Mo Qingcheng over as well.

Xiao Hong wet a towel with warm water and wiped the sweat from Xiao Yu's face.

In these past few days, it was all thanks to Xiao Hong that she did not fear the hardships of life and did not tire herself out while attending to Little Fishy. Otherwise, who knows how she would have ended up like this?

He had seen and memorized everything within his heart. He felt more and more fondness for Xiao Hong. Xiao Hong was a woman lacking in love, and was very sensitive to this. Naturally, she could feel it, and her heart became more and more devoted to Xiao Yu.

"It hurts — ah — it hurts." Little Fishy thought she was screaming at the top of her lungs, but in reality, the sound she made wasn't even louder than a mosquito.

Long Mo could clearly feel her emotions. She asked with concern, "You're not by the little ghost's side, so no matter what, you won't be able to rest easy. Anyway, we've finished the ceremony and become husband and wife, and your disciple is my disciple.

The gratitude in his heart towards the 'medicine imp' was indescribable.

"You don't mind?" Even though Yao Qingcheng hated men, she knew that men cared a lot about wedding night.

The corner of Long Mo's mouth curled up slightly, he stroked her hair, "Your relatives are my relatives."

When Yao Qingcheng heard this, she pulled Long Mo along and left. Since that was the case, what were they waiting for?

After taking two steps, she discovered that Long Mo hadn't moved at all. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with an inquiring look.

Long Mo dotingly looked at her and pointed to the wedding dress on her body. He helplessly said, "Qingcheng, are we going to continue like this?"

Only now did Yao Qingcheng remember that she was still wearing her phoenix coronet and dress. She embarrassedly let go of Long Mo's hand.

Long Mo walked in front of the camphor box and casually opened it. He took out a set of clothes from it and said, "Try out if this set is suitable for you."

After all, in the future, it would no longer be Bichani, so he couldn't just dress like a nun.

An unnatural flush appeared on Yao Qingcheng's face as she took the clothes and changed her clothes behind the screen.

"Unfortunately, you don't have any hair left, so I didn't prepare a hairpin for you." Long Mo replied leisurely.

A few days ago, she might have been able to grow long hair for him, but now, her hair was just a laughing stock. She was slightly afraid, she was originally only a few years old, and now with her head full of silver hair, would he change his mind?

"I've been used to seeing you without hair all these years. I really can't imagine what it would be like if you had hair." Long Mo laughed.

"It's just an old woman with a head full of silver frost. Do you still want to see it?" Yao Qingcheng tightly gripped her sleeves as she softly said.

Outside the window screen, there was a moment of silence. He didn't mind for the sake of Yao Qingcheng sinking to the bottom of the canyon.

Women are very strange, once the love, care about the appearance. If she found out that she was deeply in love with Long Mo before treating Night Nine, who knows if she would still be willing to use this move.

Behind the screen, a smiling face suddenly appeared. Yao Qingcheng couldn't help but cry out as she looked at that smiling face, "Your hair …"

"I suddenly realized that if I cut off my hair, my whole body would relax a lot." Long Mo smiled at her.

Yao Qingcheng covered her mouth. She had always been an aloof and emotionless woman. She had never thought that there would be a day when she would be moved by a man to the point where she wanted to shed tears.

"Young Master, Madame's senior brother has sent word that Madam's disciple is about to give birth." The servant's report sounded from outside the door.

"What?" Long Mo stared blankly for a moment before coming to a realization. So it was just a child, no wonder.

Hearing this, Yao Qingcheng put on her clothes randomly. She didn't even have time to change her shoes before rushing out.

Seeing this, Long Mo hurriedly chased after him.

"Prepare a palanquin, prepare a palanquin." Long Mo shouted.

Yao Qingcheng valiantly pulled on his arm, "Prepare a palanquin, let's go."

The two of them were like tornadoes as they left the Dragon Manor. Doctor Lu didn't even have time to see Doctor Lu, who was waiting for Yao Qingcheng in the guest room. He had no choice but to walk back alone.

"How is Little Fishy?" Yao Qingcheng couldn't even stand properly as she grabbed onto Little Fishy's wrist with one hand and asked as she stood there. Long Mo consciously waited outside.

"These are the pills I gave her and the list I prepared for her. Take a look first, we'll think about it." Yao Meng Chen handed her the list.

Yao Qingcheng glanced at them and pointed to two of the herbs, "These two herbs are too fierce, I'd rather exchange them for something more gentle."

Yao Meng Chen suppressed the surprise in his heart. Since when did Yao Qingcheng dislike medicine? She usually didn't think it was good enough.

He took over the medicinal list and examined it for a moment before discussing with Yao Qingcheng about changing the two medicinal herbs.

"How is Lord Ye?" Yao Meng Chen suddenly asked her.

Yao Qingcheng was stunned. Today, she had barely been able to guide the Nine Night Devil Poison out of her body. She had anxiously ran to the Long Residence and had long forgotten about him.

"He …" For the first time, she had actually forgotten about her own patient for her own private matters.