"Yes." The maid thought she was happy and hastily added, "Miss came out first... Fourth Madam is indeed blessed."
Tong Xiyu's expression gradually darkened.
Only then did the maid realize belatedly and quickly lowered her head, "Madam, let me find another dress for you to change into." She hurriedly withdrew, as if to escape, but just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of porcelain shattering behind her.
Tong Xiyu felt as if her heart was being clenched, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Why, why!
Why do some people long desperately for a child, and yet heaven does not grant it, while others are already so fortunate, and heaven seems to think it's not enough and continues to favor them!
How can it be so unfair.
She silently shed tears in the room, while outside, the maid at the door was stopping several concubines who came to pay respects.
