After half an hour of agonizing wait, the cries of a baby finally came from the delivery room.
Qiao Duo'er could no longer sit still and strode in.
The child's cries were loud, which immediately told her he was healthy, so Qiao Duo'er was more concerned about Chen Yiling's health.
At that moment, Chen Yiling's eyes were tightly closed; her pale face was entirely worn out, the usual playfulness and vivacity nowhere to be seen.
Anxious, Qiao Duo'er asked, "How is she?"
"My young mistress is just worn out. She'll be fine after she wakes up," the maidservant said cheerfully. Despite the long labor, fortunately, mother and child were safe.
Qiao Duo'er nodded and then turned her gaze to the little thing cradled in the maidservant's arms; her heart instantly softened.
This was the fruit of Chen Yiling and Qin Longyun's love.
Tiny, red, all wrinkled, and not at all good-looking.
