The midwife smiled as she placed the child in front of Pei Shu'er, speaking auspicious words.
"Congratulations, Princess Consort. It's a boy."
Pei Shu'er looked at the small bundle; this was the child she had fought so hard to give birth to.
This child had taken root and grown in her body, bit by bit, into what it was now.
Her head rested against her tiny monkey, but the little one just made noises, demanding milk.
Pei Shu'er's face was a picture of indulgent smile, and she hurriedly managed to get the child to nurse.
At this moment, after hearing the sound from outside, Tang Zan finally relaxed his tightly clenched fist.
He stopped Yinxing who was leaving: "How is the Princess Consort?"
The whole night, basin after basin of bloody water was carried out, and each maid who emerged was stopped by Tang Zan, who asked the same question.
"How is the Princess Consort?"
