Transmigrated to Ancient Times: Ten Older Sisters Dote on Me

The Feng family already had eight granddaughters, and they were counting on their third son’s wife to give them a precious grandson. The midwife wiped the sweat from her brow. “Congratulations, sister-in-law. It’s a boy!”

A few years ago, Old Man Feng went hunting in the mountains and was carried off by a wild beast. They never even found his bones. The words he’d said most often before he died were: “When will I ever get to hold a grandson?”

Now there was a grandson, but he couldn’t hold him in his arms.