Although it was a bit embarrassing to admit, Song Xuelan was nevertheless very content. Her Master, after all, doted on her. Even as his Cultivation and status grew, his feelings for her remained unchanged.
"It's been so long, and still no news?"
Ling Changqing glanced at her flat stomach, hidden beneath her slate-blue palace gown adorned with patterns of flowers and clouds, and remarked with a hint of regret.
Song Xuelan sighed, her expression dimming. "This… It's all my fault for being useless."
In truth, it wasn't just her; all the women of the harem were worried about this. They had tried all sorts of methods, but so far, none of them had any good news to share.
The significance of being the one to bear Ling Changqing's first heir would be extraordinary, and her status in his heart would be completely different.
