The person in bed heard the noise and abruptly turned her head. Seeing him, a flicker of life sparked in her reddened eyes as she called out, "My lord——"
Her call snapped Qi Qing back to reality.
Shu Hui!
He hastened forward, taking the hand of the woman on the couch, whose delicate and infinitely pitiable face no longer held its former beauty, now sallow and thin.
"My lord——"
She called out again, her voice filled with despair.
This cry tightened Qi Qing's heart.
"I'm here," he said upon hearing her voice.
Shu Hui—his second wife, gasping for breath, looked at him: "I, I'm afraid it's the end for me. If I don't survive the night, you must, you must raise Yu Tai well."
"That won't happen," he replied soothingly, wiping away the beads of sweat on his wife's forehead, "The child will be born soon and both mother and daughter will be safe."
As soon as he spoke, Qi Qing himself was startled.
The child hadn't yet been born; how did he know it would be a daughter?