A muffled thunder exploded in Gong Jue’s ears.
Beigong Mingtian’s son? !
In the room.
Gu Qiqi was even more embarrassed.
Cough Cough Cough, imperial physician, I’m really sorry. I’m a fake princess consort, and the baby in my stomach is definitely not some little prince.
Of course, my baby is definitely more precious than a prince, there’s no doubt about that.
But this father... I can’t just call him that.
I was just joking when I said that Gong Jue’s child would call someone else his father.
I Can’t be wrong about who his biological father is.
Gu Qiqi wanted to explain, but she swallowed her words.
Today was Beigong Mingtian’s wedding day. If she said that this child wasn’t Beigong Mingtian’s, wouldn’t she be cuckolding him in public?
No!
She could not say such things.
Beigong Mingtian had married her to help her. She could not be ungrateful and burn the bridge after crossing the river, causing him to lose face.
