Madam Jiang looked at Tong Xiyu, who was lying on the bed with a rosy face, both happy for her and yet growing worried.
She was happy because after so many years of marriage into the Shouning Bo Mansion, Tong Xiyu was finally with child. If this time she gave birth to a boy, she would truly have secured her footing in the Shouning Bo Mansion once and for all. Even if it were a girl, it would not matter; she and Second Master Lou were still young, there would be plenty of chances and time in the future.
What worried her was the thought of the way the Eighth Son-in-law had looked just now in the garden; that appearance was clearly of someone whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women. How was it that in just a short time without seeing him, he had become like this?
