Considering that Lin Haihai was pregnant, Yang Shaolun ordered the horse carriage to take it slow. They therefore didn’t cross Yangzhou’s border until dusk.

Night slowly descended, and the sky went dark. The emerging moon sent the perching crows flying.

The group chose an inn in the town to settle down. Lin Haihai was a little dizzy. Riding in a horse carriage in this era for longer distances was always uncomfortable. They had dinner before retiring to bed. Lin Haihai was somewhat puzzled. Although the body she took over wasn’t in peak condition, she shouldn’t be exhausted so easily. The spiritual pearl had allowed her to recover quickly.

Fortunately, Baizi had returned. She would ask him what was going on.

Yang Shaolun looked worriedly at Lin Haihai’s pale face. She had been lying bonelessly on him since evening, breathing so softly it was almost imperceptible. He was terrified for her. If the child was the cause of her ailment, he would rather not have a child with her.

“I’m fine, silly!” Lin Haihai opened her eyes to his worried expression, hurriedly putting on a smile.

Yang Shaolun’s heart broke. She always put on a...