The cheerful atmosphere froze in an instant.
Having children... truly this topic is...
The concubines in the rear courtyard had already tried all their methods, showing off every skill they had, but none of their bellies had stirred any movement.
The Fifth Concubine lowered her voice, "Do you think it might be the Master who has a problem?"
They had consumed countless tonics—one person having trouble could be explained, but could all four of them?
After calculating back and forth, the only possibility seemed to lie with Lun Zheng.
The Second Concubine glared at her, "You shameless brat, daring to say anything! If there were a problem with the Master, how would the young Miss have been born?"
The Fourth Concubine chuckled softly, lowering her voice further, "What if the young Miss isn't even the Master's child..."
Looking at her features, she really didn't seem to resemble him much.
Everyone's expressions turned somewhat peculiar.
