"Congratulations, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, Lady Shufei, Lady Wanfei! Song Zhaoyi has given birth to a little prince!"
Consort Shu watched the midwife, who had come to announce the good news while holding a baby in bright red swaddling, and let out a long breath. 'A little prince?'
Well, now.
She immediately looked at the Empress Dowager's face. The Empress Dowager was stunned for a moment, then a smile stretched across her features, a smile that looked as stiff as stone.
The Empress Dowager had been counting on An Shutong entering the palace. It would be a miracle if she were happy that the Emperor's firstborn son came from Song Yunzhao's womb.
If the Empress Dowager was unhappy, Consort Shu was happy.
The Empress Dowager merely gave a faint nod to show she understood, then rose and said, "Since the birth was successful, I will be returning. I'll leave Consort Shu to manage things here."
