Zimiao True Sleeping Chamber.
Han Li sat on the edge of the bed, one arm cradling the tender and delicate waist of Zimiao Zhen, who nestled in his embrace.
The two were tender and affectionate with each other, whispering sweet nothings and utterly content.
Han Li was very happy now. He had seen the child born to Zimiao Zhen, and, true to his expectations, the child had not disappointed him. Therefore, Han Li showered her with an outpouring of sweet words and praises.
"Husband... Han Li, what kind of physique does our child have?"
Gazing at the child, a maternal glow appeared on Zimiao Zhen's face. She instinctively wanted to call out "my lord," but quickly corrected herself.
Her cheeks flushed with a pink hue, realizing that after nearly a year at Chengsheng Mountain, interacting with Han Li's wives and concubines as close sisters, she almost adopted their way of addressing him.