The letter sent by Purple Jade took the fastest route, using a courier hawk, so Wufu received it quickly. After reading those few pages from Purple Jade, Wufu's face displayed an unpredictable array of colors, much like a spectrum, while the atmosphere around her turned colder.
Jadeite felt a bit alarmed, dismissed the young maids Ma Nao and Shui Jing, and then offered a cup of tea, asking in a low voice, "Miss? Did something happen?"
Wufu looked up, her tone calm, and said, "My mother is pregnant."
"Oh, what?" Jadeite's eyes widened. "Miss, when you say 'pregnant,' do you mean?"
"Just as you think," Wufu lowered her gaze, pushed the letter over, and said, "In another eight months, I'll have a sister or a brother!"
Jadeite took the letter, scanned through it quickly, and her expression was indescribable.
Madam Zhou is in her early thirties, and unexpectedly, it happened so quickly. How remarkably fertile she is.
