Moonflower's face was bleak, almost unable to believe her ears.
No longer able to conceive, what had she done wrong, why did heaven have to be so cruel to her.
"Yanyan, don't be afraid, Zhan Hen loves you so much, although this child is not his, at least it carries half of your bloodline. I will tell him the truth, letting him accept this child and treat it as his own."
Xi Zhong understood Zhan Hen, as long as Zhan Hen wasn't aware of the countless miscarriages Moonflower had suffered, given his feelings for Moonflower, he would surely be even more considerate towards her.
As for the child, if Zhan Hen is unwilling to raise it, Xi Zhong can take it back to the South Nether Ancient Clan to be raised, and he could make some allowances, letting Zhan Hen marry a concubine to continue the bloodline of the South Nether City.
Moonflower sat in silence for a long time before uttering a sentence.
