The winter air was bitterly cold, and the rain was speckled with icy drops, shrouding the entire Andu City in a thin veil of mist, as if a celestial realm had descended.
When Ye Chuang entered the palace, Pei Jue was in Qianyuan Hall, preparing for the morning court session.
Upon hearing the news, he couldn't even change his attire. Ordering Puyang Li to be informed, he rushed out of the palace gates, braving the piercing winter winds...
Feng Yun was meticulous in her preparations; the midwife and the wet nurse had been arranged in advance. Half a month ago, they had been quietly moved into her courtyard under the guise of maidservants.
But today was still nearly ten days before the due date Yao Ru had predicted. No one expected the child to arrive so hurriedly and unexpectedly...
The midwife was dragged out of her warm nest, rushing to Feng Yun's room without even a moment to tidy herself.
