Zi Yan gave birth to a baby boy. The child was fair and fat, except for his little face that was a little wrinkled. However, his cries were really loud and clear. It was obvious that he was a strong child. This was a rare joyous occasion, be it in the Great Zhou or Nanzhao.
However, in the Lan family—
When she heard that it was not a baby girl, Madam Lan closed her eyes in despair.
Could it be fate? The heavens were going to destroy their bloodline?
From the moment Zi Yan was pregnant with Young Master's children, she understood what hope she carried. Like the Lan family, she also hoped to give birth to a saintess for the Lan family. Of course, it didn't mean that a baby girl could definitely be a saintess, but at least there was a fifty-fifty chance, right? Now that it was a boy, her hopes were dashed no matter what.
