Mu Wan Yun recounted how she had been plotted against some time ago. "The female doctors said it would be very difficult for me to conceive. I had only learned of this shortly before you asked me to change my surname."
Mu Wan Yun's voice was full of loneliness. "Husband, you... you won't look down on me, will you?"
Lu Jingxing called out loudly, "Ba Shan, go and get Zhao Yang."
Before long, an affirmative reply echoed from nearby.
About half an hour later, Mu Wan Yun saw a young man with the refined air of a scholar step inside.
Zhao Yang bowed deeply to Lu Jingxing. "Your Majesty."
Lu Jingxing said, "Examine her. Is it possible for her to have children?"
Only then did Zhao Yang notice the woman beside the lamp. Upon seeing her face, a flash of shock appeared in his eyes, but he betrayed no emotion on his face.
He placed a handkerchief over Mu Wan Yun's wrist, then rested his fingers on it. "Miss, has your menstruation begun?"
Mu Wan Yun shook her head.
