Chu Qingyun hurried into the bedroom. He saw Ji Xiaosong lying on the bed, her face pale. Fine beads of sweat still lingered on her forehead, and a few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks, making her look exceptionally fragile.
His heart clenched, and his eyes reddened slightly. He tiptoed to the bedside and slowly sat down, his movements so gentle as if he were afraid of startling Ji Xiaosong.
"Song, it must have been so hard for you." He reached out and gently brushed the strands of hair from Ji Xiaosong's cheek, his voice as soft as a spring breeze.
Ji Xiaosong slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Chu Qingyun, the corners of her mouth turned up in a weak smile. "Qingyun, we have a son."
"I know. It's all thanks to you."
Not long after, the Emperor's imperial edict arrived at the Eastern Palace.
Everyone in the hall immediately knelt to receive the edict.
