Chapter 508 - 353 Hidden Kill_2

Instantly arrived at the room.

At this moment, she bent over, continuously vomiting, while Ning Xin stood beside her, patting her back.

"Why is she still vomiting so severely?"

Liu Mei furrowed tightly, her eyes full of concern.

"Ugh!"

Lan Meng’Er coughed up a mouthful of bitter water, her face slightly pale.

Even though she was an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist, her pregnancy sickness was far more unbearable than that of an average person.

After all, an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist expends a lot every day.

Ever since her morning sickness began, she has lost several pounds.

"Drink some water!"

Chen Xuan picked up the white jade porcelain cup and personally fed her.

After drinking some water, Lan Meng’Er breathed a long sigh, feeling significantly better.

"Thank you, husband."

Her pale face squeezed out a slight smile.

"You’ve endured so much!"

Chen Xuan gently touched her face, then asked Ning Xin, "What do those famous doctors say?"

"There’s no way, it’s just a normal reaction, Meng’Er’s body is completely normal."

She also showed a look of helplessness.

"For now, Meng’Er can only eat some pastries, those made by He Mei."

Strangely enough, any other pastries Lan Meng’Er ate, she’d vomit shortly after.

The ones she made could at least be eaten for a few bites.

But if she ate many, it wouldn’t work either.

"Then let her be on standby day and night, as soon as Meng’Er wants to eat, quickly make them, give her more rewards!"

"Alright! I’ve instructed her, she’s now solely responsible for Meng’Er, no need to care about other things!"

Ning Xin replied.

"Can you still drink the tonics now?"

Chen Xuan continued to ask.

"It’s alright, but I can’t drink much."

Now, to get Lan Meng’Er to eat more and drink more, Ning Xin is worried and without solutions.

"If it doesn’t work, try making them into pills."

Soups have flavor, while pills would be easier to consume.

"Okay, I’ll go instruct them to do it now."

Saying this, she immediately left the room, internally blaming herself, why didn’t she think of this.

"Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to the garden for some fresh air, it might make you feel better!"

Chen Xuan whispered.

"Alright!"

Lan Meng’Er nodded with a smile.

Having him accompany her, of course, she’s happy.

Chen Xuan held her hand, and they slowly walked to Ning Garden’s garden.

Lan Meng’Er took a deep breath, "It’s so fragrant here, the air in the garden is so refreshing!"

Originally feeling a bit dizzy from vomiting, she’s now feeling much better.

Moreover... she’s hungry!

"Husband, I feel a bit hungry."

Lan Meng’Er lifted her head slightly, feeling a bit aggrieved.

If not for the little one in her belly, she’d rather not eat.

Her stomach was churning, it was unbearably uncomfortable.

"Alright, then I’ll have someone bring some, eat a bit and see!"

Chen Xuan looked at her with tenderness.

"Okay!"

Then instantly, his Spiritual Power located He Mei, communicating, "Make some pastries and bring them to the garden in Ning Garden!"

Originally resting, she immediately replied, "Yes, Lord Xuan King."

Then went straight to the rear kitchen.

Before long!

He Mei arrived at the garden holding a white platter, cautiously placing it on the stone table.

"Lord Xuan King, Madam, please enjoy!"

Chen Xuan gently nodded, then picked up a piece, feeding it to Lan Meng’Er, "Eat up!"

"Thank you, husband!"

Lan Meng’Er beamed beautifully, feeling extraordinarily happy.

Even He Mei, who’s serving at the side, felt slightly surprised.

The revered Dao Realm expert, Prince Xuan of Molan Mansion, actually lowering himself to personally feed her.

Truly surprising her.

After all, there are so many men who’ve had their souls searched, and she’s witnessed those men in entertainment venues, even those with a bit of money and strength treat women as if they can summon them on a whim.

Just like Gu Huan, who, for the position of Patriarch, wouldn’t hesitate to kill without blinking an eye.

This is the normal reaction.

At this moment, Ning Xin, having made arrangements, brought tea over.

She placed it on the table, "Drink while eating, it feels more comfortable this way."

"Thank you, Sister Xin’Er!"

Lan Meng’Er smiled widely with crescent eyes.

Although the morning sickness was uncomfortable, she was happy and felt blessed.

Having such a good husband, and such a wonderful sister.

She felt content.

In a short while, Lan Meng’Er ate several pieces, but even though she was still hungry, she didn’t dare eat more.

Because she felt she was almost at her limit, eating more would cause vomiting.

"Rest a bit before eating more."

Chen Xuan nodded, eating a bit is better than none.

Then he looked to one side at He Mei, asking, "How did you make them?"

"Reporting to Lord Xuan King, I made them normally, with simple ingredients, just like how I make them at home, nothing special."

This was no lie from her.

The pastries were made based on He Mei’s memory.

But indeed, some other things were added, which she certainly wasn’t going to mention.

"Really?"

Chen Xuan murmured.

A moment later, instructing Ning Xin, "Try her method, just use simple ingredients, see if it works."

How peculiar.

Using simple ingredients to make pastries can eat, but using good materials there isn’t even a bite taken.

His gaze shifted to Lan Meng’Er’s protruding belly.

"What is this brat doing!"

"Got it, I’ll instruct the kitchen tonight."

...

Dinner.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Just after eating a few bites, Lan Meng’Er began vomiting again.

Chen Xuan gently pat, feeling extremely sorry for her.

But still feeling immensely puzzled, wasn’t it all made with simple ingredients?

Why is it that what others make doesn’t work?

And he has eaten them too, no difference between the two at all.

"Whew—"

Finished vomiting, Lan Meng’Er finally felt relief.

Ning Xin helped wipe her mouth, "Then don’t eat, eat some pastries when you feel hungry later, or let me have He Mei try making something else?"