Wufu's days in Changan City were busy and fulfilling, while in Huayang, during Wufu's absence, things were not so peaceful, especially at present.
Madam Zhou lay on the chaise longue, looking a bit haggard, her expression complex, yet upon closer observation, one could detect a faint trace of joy deep in her eyes.
"Madam, the medicine is here." Qiu Xiang entered with a tray, noticing Madam Zhou staring at her abdomen. She couldn't help but glance at her belly, feeling inexplicably conflicted.
Who would have thought, at her age, Madam could still get pregnant? Over thirty, people might call it an old clam producing a pearl.
Not only would Qiu Xiang be surprised, but Madam Zhou herself hadn't anticipated this. After so many years, she would have another child.
Madam Zhou caressed her abdomen, sighed lightly, her expression mixed with both sighs and joy.
