Ji Qingwu's expression tensed at the mention of Ninghua Hall.
"How is my eldest sister?"
Feng Shuang scoffed. "It's just childbirth. What woman doesn't go through this? Her screaming is giving me a headache."
Ji Qingwu gripped the horse whip in her hand tighter.
Her eyes were like ice as she repeated the question. "My eldest sister. What is her condition right now?"
Feng Shuang, thinking she had the upper hand, said casually, "Oh, that's right. Fifth Missy has given birth before, too. It must have been much harder for you, wasn't it? Out in the countryside, with no doctors or midwives. You had to rely on yourself, I imagine."
Ji Qingwu narrowed her eyes.
