Ever since Lin Zhi experienced bleeding, Ding had been fraught with worry. Now, seeing her daughter safe and sound with a healthy complexion, she finally felt relieved. "The Princely Heir cares deeply for you, so you won't be wronged. A mere Miss is nothing to fear." She looked at Lin Zhi's belly. "This pregnancy has been difficult for you. I hope it's a boy."
Lin Zhi felt a bit uncomfortable hearing this, though she knew Ding meant well. Having a boy as her firstborn would secure her position as the Heir's wife and spare her from behind-the-scenes gossip. Still, she replied, "I will love the child whether it's a boy or a girl."
How could Ding not know what she was thinking? She didn't contradict her, instead shifting the topic. "Now that you're pregnant, have you prepared anyone for the Princely Heir?"
