That night, Zheng Yi spent time with three ladies.
"Absorb the Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increases by fifty."
"Absorb the Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increases by seventy-two."
"Absorb the Pure Silver Qi, lifespan increases by thirty-one."
"Absorb the Pure Yin Qi, Innate Yang Qi!"
...
Learnt that the lady was pregnant again.
For a moment, Zheng Yi was confused and a bit at a loss, as he looked at the three ladies under the crimson bedspread, his heart filled with joy.
Days later, the steward hurriedly came to tell Zheng Yi: "Master, the first lady is pregnant!"
Zheng Yi actually knew this long ago, but the servants in the mansion regarded as a great joy, a double happiness, full of celebration.
Some are happy, some are worried.
In Tingxiang Garden, Zhang Qingmiao, daughter of Master Zhang, frowned.
She had been married into the mansion for half a year, and Zheng Yi's favor towards her was not considered scarce among the few ladies.
Yet, during this half-year.
