"Your Majesty, your pulse... Seems to be pregnant." Ji Zijin touched Emperor Xi Shi's wrist and said seriously.
On the couch, a certain emperor's face was extremely dark, and he smiled angrily: "Really? Then I have to have the miracle doctor Lao Ji take good care of me."
Ji Zijin smiled, and then he cried soon after.
After that night, if anyone told Ji Zijin that the emperor was sick, he would want to shake that person awake. Please wake up! He's not sickly at all, okay? !
Intention: This is love