In the Qiongzhi Hall, Ahya sat in front of the dressing mirror, still a little shaken.

Liu Nu approached with a small box and took out the bowl of child-avoiding medicine, "Master, today's medicine."

Ahya slowly looked at her, pulled out a smile with difficulty, took the porcelain bowl, but did not drink it immediately, but stared at the dark medicinal juice out of concentration.

Xie Jie's words yesterday seemed to be still in his ears, the sentence of the birth of a son, ...