This kind of funeral made the Chu Mansion suddenly become lifeless.
After Wang Xiangxiang returned to the room, she couldn't think of tea or food, because she was worried about Chu Lian.
For three days in a row, she hadn't seen Chu Lian come back, which made her even less able to eat.
The Little Maid who served her was a bit anxious, "Young mistress, please eat something."
"I can't eat." Wang Xiangxiang waved her hand.
"Young mistress, please eat something, for the sake of the child in your belly. If you don't take good care of yourself and the child, the young master will feel distressed." The Little Maid still tried to persuade her.
Hearing this, Wang Xiangxiang's heart skipped a beat. Chu Lian was already very troubled, she couldn't add to his worries, so she forced herself to eat the meal the Little Maid brought.
Seeing the young mistress eating, the Little Maid was overjoyed and kept watching from the side.
