Yet inside her stomach, she was carrying a child.
Atop her head, the title still read "The Holy Pregnant Woman".
The combined image was so impactful that Chen Yu's brain completely crashed.
Seeing that Chen Yu could not respond for a long time, the old lady lowered her head, caressing her stomach with a serene and indulgent expression: "My daughter, pure, innocent, beautiful, gentle. Knowledgeable of five thousand years past and future alike. She is not someone that ordinary folks can compare with. In the future, she will surely become the most outstanding goddess, gloriously and romantically marrying the Great Emperor. Becoming the undisputed queen. Leading humanity towards brilliance."
Chen Yu: "..."
"Do you understand?" The old lady put down her clothes, her expression turning calm as she looked at Chen Yu.
"Whether I understand or not isn't important anymore." Chen Yu swallowed his saliva: "Right now, I just want to know who her father is. Who the hell is so divine."
