People in the palace were nervous, and so were the people in Prince Rui's mansion.
Even a person like Mo Qing, who had always kept a straight face, looked wild with excitement. Cong Yang jumped up and down non-stop and said, "Before Tie Yi left, I made a bet with him. I betted all my money on the child being a young princess. If I lose money, I can't forget about marrying a wife."
Jingzhe happened to hear it and snorted. "I think it's a little prince."
"Heh, what makes you think it's a young prince?" Cong Yang asked, "I think it's a young princess."
"Because I said so!" Jingzhe was not to be outdone.
"Stop arguing." Gu Yu tried to smooth things over. "Why are you being so noisy? Where's Uncle Tang?"
Uncle Tang was in the corner, praying. "Please, let the mother and child be safe…"
In the evening, Shen Miao was finally going to give birth.
