“Is the baby coming soon?” Xiao Heng asked.

Princess Xinyang lowered her gaze to her own belly and sighed softly. “It should’ve come already, but it just refuses to come out.”

The due date calculated by the midwife had already passed by ten days. Every day, the physician would come to take her pulse, which still seemed fairly normal.

Xiao Heng more or less understood now why Grandaunt hadn’t brought up anything about his older brother to his mother. This pregnancy hadn’t been easy for her. If she had heard the news and rushed over to find Shangguan Qing, the jostling journey could have ended in tragedy for both mother and child.