Outside the hall, Lan Cang paced back and forth, his face filled with anxiety.
Behind him, some guards and maids of the Divine Palace could not help but point and whisper.
After all, Lan Cang is a man, and even if he is the brother of the Divine Consort, his intimate demeanor with her just now inevitably invites gossip.
But Lan Cang had no mind for such things at the moment.
He did not know if the Jade Hand Poison Master could save Lan Chuchu.
Lan Cang had high hopes for this child. As long as the child was a boy, he would be the future Divine Master of the Northern Territory.
After an hour, the sound of a baby's cry came from inside.
Lan Cang's heart was filled with joy, though he forced himself to remain calm, and called over a maid.
"Go in and ask, how is the Divine Consort?"
The maid hurried inside and soon came back out.
"Report to Lord Lan Cang, the Divine Consort and her daughter are both safe."
Daughter?
Upon hearing this, Lan Cang's brows furrowed tightly.
