'A miscalculation.'
'I forgot that's what a three-month-old fetus looks like.'
'If it had been any earlier, it might have just been a pool of tissue flowing silently on the ground.'
Jiang Xian hadn't given up. "Did Your Majesty not feel any sense of familiarity toward that red monster?"
"Familiarity? That would be horrifying! Xian'er, please, say no more. I have never seen such a creature in my life. It looked like a mouse that had been skinned alive but hadn't died yet. I'm even considering whether I should ask a Shaman to perform an exorcism."
The ancients had no clear understanding of fetal development.
Thus, they simply believed that a baby in its mother's womb grew from a tiny, thumb-sized person, rather than from an egg to an embryo and then a fully formed fetus. Even if a three-month-old fetus were to visit them in a dream, it should be a fair and adorable little boy or girl.
It never even occurred to Xie Che that the thing could be his own child.
