For a moment, everyone forgot what they had just been about to say, all turning and walking into Chengqian Hall, even Yu Wencheng, whose expression had always been somewhat gloomy, was peering inside with curiosity.
Inside the inner hall, light and shadow swayed once more.
Before long, in a nearly blazing brightness, a midwife came out from within, holding in her arms a swaddled bundle that kept letting out loud, clear cries, her face full of joy. She had just opened her mouth, about to offer congratulations to Yu Wenye, when at a glance she saw the imposing figure standing at Prince Qin's side—His Majesty the Emperor, whose very presence commanded awe without anger. Startled, she hurriedly started to kneel and kowtow, but Yu Wenquan immediately raised his hand: "No need for formalities. Where is the child?"
The midwife hastily said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, felicitations to Your Majesty, it is a boy. Princess Qin has given Your Majesty an Imperial Grandson!"
