"No, we haven't gone yet, Miss, there's no need to rush, you can go over now," Ah Yuan explained.
"The Prince? Princess Song must be thrilled. Are mother and son safe?" Ye Zao asked.
"Yes, both mother and son are safe," Ah Yuan and Ah Ling both laughed.
Yu Ning, watching as the old woman wrapped up the child, revealed a smile.
No matter what, this child was finally born safely.
No matter how much she schemed in her heart, how cunning she was, at least at this moment, her love for the child was real.
That was the son she had carried for ten months, close in blood, the child closest to her.
Even if she was to give him to Lady Song to raise, it couldn't change the fact that she was the one who birthed him.
Therefore, Yu Ning's heart was glad and proud.
When Fujin learned that the first born was a son, she smiled, "Lady Song is fortunate. Come, reward them."
Sister Yang laughed in response; this was certainly a slap in Princess Song's face.
