Fei Yuan asked, "We still have plenty of formula in the Imperial Palace. Can she have milk?"
Little Tong's eyes lit up. "I want some!"
Fei Yuan turned and made her a bottle of warm milk.
Little Tong cradled the bottle, drinking happily. "SLURP, SLURP~"
A drop of white milk dribbled onto the corner of her small, rosy mouth. Sang Luo wiped it away, her mind wandering for a moment as she gazed at her little girl's beautiful, mismatched eyes. 'Little Tong's cyan eye takes after Sha, but her red left eye reminds me of Dun.'
'This pregnancy was very unusual,' Lan Cang added. 'She devoured the bloodline of another Ghost King, but didn't absorb it completely. You could say they've fused into one.'
Fei Yuan stroked his chin. 'If that's the case, she might develop other personalities later on.'
Sang Luo was shocked.
