The man's face turned blackened. If it weren't for QingWu's status as the Queen, he might have exploded in anger on the spot.
In these times, saying someone had no son was tantamount to cursing them to have no descendants.
How vicious the Dread Queen was!
Unexpectedly, the woman on the ground grew agitated as well. Clutching her belly in fear, she cried, "I am carrying a son! The village shaman said so! She swore this child would be a boy..."
"The village shaman?" QingWu's calm gaze landed on her. "Is that so?"
The woman hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to meet QingWu's eyes. A sense of being completely exposed consumed her, filling her with dread.
She trembled uncontrollably, caught between pain and fear.
