It's a princess! It's a princess——"
Po Wen's throat was broken, and her hands holding the baby trembled violently, half with joy and half with fear.
What I was happy about was that the mother and daughter were safe, but what I was afraid of was that the man outside the delivery room had personally said, "If it wasn't for my son, I would have come in with a sword."
The weather in Dayuan Kingdom has been dry for three whole years.
The red land is thousands of miles away, the riverbed is cracked, and the desk of the imperial study is full of records of refugee riots in various places. The old prisoner of Qintian Prison was kneeling down and tore three pairs of trousers, but he didn't even notice a drop of rain.
At this juncture, the queen went into labor.
Xiao Yan stood outside the delivery room.
He was not wearing a dragon robe, but was wearing black regular clothes, and around his waist was the death-free gold medal that had been with him for twenty years. All civil and military officials in the dynasty were afraid of him, saying that he was a tyrant who was decisive in killing and moody. He beheaded three princes in the first year after he ascended the throne.
At this moment, the tyrant was pacing back and forth, leaving white marks on the bluestone tiles with the soles of his boots.
Eunuch Dequan huddled behind the pillars, not daring to show his anger.
