Feng Ruqing frowned. "You know about embryos?"
"Mother, don't forget that we also came into this world with you, so I'll naturally know."
"Oh..." She pouted. "So when can I give birth to this thing? I can't let her keep affecting my cultivation."
Fu Chen paused and looked somewhat sympathetically at the child in Feng Ruqing's belly.
Hopefully... The one inside her womb was a girl.
If it were a boy, he would probably be beaten up by his mother when he was born, maybe even abandoned.
His mother had always been soft on girls, and her warmth was something a boy could never enjoy.
"Mother..." Little Qing Han looked serious. "What's in Mother's belly isn't a thing. She's a little sister! Mother has used the wrong word. How could Mother call her a thing?"
Feng Ruqing stroked her chin. "How do you know it will be a little sister? Not a hairy boy?"
Fu Chen sighed.
