Not long after the New Year had passed, Tian Ling had reached the three-month mark of her pregnancy.
It was then that the news slowly began to spread, shocking everyone even more than Bai Xue's pregnancy had.
Bai Xue was young, and it was within reason for her to have a child, after all, even an old man in his eighties could marry a young wife and father children. However, Tian Ling was already 41, and moreover, she hadn't conceived for many years after losing her son, leading everyone to presume she could no longer bear children.
Bai Xue remembered quite clearly the help Tian Ling had offered her in the beginning and felt very happy for her upon learning of her pregnancy.
"Isn't Lu Zhaodi cursing you? Sister Tian, try your best to give birth to a son and enrage her to death!" Bai Xue, holding her four-month-old daughter, came over to Feng Qingxue's house and looked at Tian Ling's busy figure, "Let's together curse that Lu Zhaodi to give birth to another daughter."
