"Yao Yao, I'm about to be a father." Yin Huaixi pulled his beloved woman into his arms and buried his face in her neck. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm about to be a father…"
Yu Youyao felt that the skin on her neck was a little wet. Her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears flashed in them. "Yes, you're going to be a father. I'm going to be a mother too."
She had been in the palace for three years and had not given birth. The imperial physician had checked her body and said that she was in good health. It was just that this matter depended on fate, so she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
However, in order to suppress the criticism of the previous dynasty, Yin Huaixi blamed all the mistakes on himself and announced to the public, "In my life, I've killed too many people and harmed the harmony of the heavens. This is the punishment of the heavens."
