Zhulan hurriedly got up and went to Ming Teng's courtyard. When she arrived, the old master was also there. "Fourth Uncle, the child won't be born anytime soon. You should go back to rest. I will send someone to inform you once the baby is born."
Rong Yushang sat on a chair as if glued to it, unwilling to move. "At my age, I don't sleep much. I'll stay here on watch. You head back first."
Zhulan couldn't leave. She feared that if Lau Jia gave birth to a daughter, the old master would feel upset and might say something. Unable to persuade him, she had to stay and wait with him.
Ming Teng sat silently on the side. He did not prefer sons over daughters. Both boys and girls were his children. He merely glanced at his great-grandfather and felt a headache coming on.
Lau Jia was having her first child, and she had experienced fetal movements during pregnancy, making the labor not smooth. Dawn had broken, yet the child was still not born.
