The emperor's current state was similar to a broken pot that had fallen.
The palace maids brought up all the food that Zhao Panpan usually ate. Zhao Panpan sat on the edge of the bed with the child in her arms. Her legs and stomach were trembling. After all, giving birth to a child consumed a lot of vitality...
"Your Majesty, Pure Consort, everything is here." The palace maid was at the door, leaving only the medical empress and Zhao Panpan in the room.
