Time flies so quickly.
"You don't need to hold me anymore."
They've already crossed the courtyard gate, yet Zhao Minghua is still holding onto her hand.
"No, I'll only let go once you're seated."
This time back, Chun Nuan didn't bring any maids.
Zhao Minghua personally took care of everything throughout the entire journey.
As soon as they entered, they saw the eldest aunt and mother, and Aunt Three all watching her being supported by Zhao Minghua as they walked into the house.
"Nuannuan, how are you feeling?"
Mrs. Xu still felt a bit guilty: "I made you take the trip, it must have been hard."
"Aunt, I'm fine."
To be honest, she felt perfectly alright, there was no need to be this cautious.
Yet, Zhao Minghua's manner made it seem as if she were carrying a fragile egg inside her.
Even the concubines in the royal palace bearing a prince probably didn't take this much care.
