Before she could speak again, she noticed Green Cong’s hand tremble as she held the silver spoon. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to say something, Zhou Shi, Mother of Qin'er, sounded from outside the door, “Madam, it’s not good—”,Wen Xue Luo let out a muffled grunt, struggling to move.,The weather was fine, with a gentle spring breeze.。