Doctor Xiao Chen finished speaking, and the Imperial Study fell into prolonged silence.
It was unclear how much time had passed before the figure behind the Dragon Desk gestured for him to withdraw.
A male heir...
She was carrying a male heir...
Outside the hall, a light rain drizzled persistently.
Lu Ying closed the memorial before him, his narrow eyes reflecting the faint hue of blood under the lamplight.
He pressed against his brow bone.
Why did it have to be a male heir?
Gui Quan entered to replenish the lamp and noticed his discomposure, knowing full well he was thinking of Princess Zhaoning's pregnancy yet again.
Recently, he had often secretly summoned Doctor Xiao Chen at night to inquire about Princess Zhaoning.
When he didn't ask, his heart would be consumed with worry. But whenever he did inquire, he would still be displeased.
