The cloaked man did not enter through the front door. Instead, he used his qinggong to avoid the eyes of the guards in the manor and quietly flew onto Han Jingshu's roof. He lifted a tile, and the dim yellow pearl light was reflected.
The dark night became his strongest cover. He could see the brightly lit room clearly, but the people in the room could not see him in the night.
The Crown Princess Consort's was a four-poster bed, so the situation of the bed could not be seen from the top. Fortunately, the cloaked man chose an angle and happened to be able to see the scene beside the bed.
Yan Huaijing was sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl of sweet soup in his hand, feeding Han Jingshu spoon by spoon.
"I'm full." After taking a third bite, Han Jingshu took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Yan Huaijing said softly, "You're pregnant. Eat more. You don't have to care about the rules."
