Zhulan twitched the corners of her mouth. Despite the odd cry, it seemed that Mr. Wang's affection for Mrs. Tao was still strong, as Yuguang noted the concubine kneeling in the courtyard, already unsteady, now completely fainted.
Su Xuan was delighted. During her marriage preparations, her maternal aunt had often spoken enviously of the Zhou family. She knew her aunt was envious, and with her mother-in-law present today, her aunt's husband would not go back on his word.
Zhulan heard a cry, the child was born. She looked up at the ceiling—women, ah.
Mr. Wang laughed heartily, "Born, born."
Soon, the midwife came out with the child, her face beaming with joy, "A little prince over five jin, mother and child are safe."
Mr. Wang repeated the word 'good' three times, carefully picking up his son, "I have another son."
Another legitimate son at that, finally not just one son. Only heaven knew how anxious he had felt with only one.
