Just then, in Wangyou Palace, Song Yunzhao had barely woken up when she was hit with a bombshell. She stared at her own belly in utter disbelief.
'It actually happened?'
She hadn't been able to conceive for so long. The Imperial Physicians had examined her, and the Emperor had certainly been diligent. Yet, there was never any news. She had resigned herself to fate, figuring whatever would be, would be.
'Who would have thought it would happen now?'
Feng Yi gazed at Song Yunzhao's dazed, adorably foolish expression. He held her hand and said with a smile, "It's finally happened, just as you wished. Are you happy now?"
Song Yunzhao's face immediately flushed. 'What does he mean by that?'
'What does he mean, "as I wished"?'
