Yang Shaolun stared at Lin Haihai, his gaze no longer muddled with uncertainties. He didn’t care what troubled storms awaited him, as long as she didn’t abandon him halfway!

Lin Haihai gazed up at him, still looking lost. “Doesn’t the Forgetness Pill work on you at all?”

“I didn’t take it. Of course it wouldn’t work on me!” Yang Shaolun’s lips curled into a rueful smile.

“But I saw you take it!” she said, perplexed. “I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Seeing isn’t always believing. Our eyes often deceive us the most!” Yang Shaolun walked up to her and touched her cheek. It was as cool as his heart. “Now, drink the tea!”

Lin Haihai shook her head. “I won’t. I want to give birth to the child. I have a feeling that it’ll be a boy. Imperial Mother will be happy!”

“Imperial Mother doesn’t want you to give birth to the child. She and the empress believe that there is no way to change fate; that’s...