The Prime Minister's wife held Yunxi's hand, weeping so hard she could barely speak. She nodded gently and said,
"Thank you for letting my daughter be born safely and for staying with me for eighteen years. These eighteen years were stolen from fate, and I am content. I only hope that after you leave, you will find a good destination."
Seeing that there was no lingering obsession in her heart, Yunxi finally let out a breath of relief. Back when her physical body and divine soul had separated, she had sensed an intense force of prayer. The lady had been clutching her belly and praying for the child in her womb to come back to life, to be born safely, and to stay by her side.
That powerful obsession had dragged her into the body of the unborn infant. She was certain that before she entered that fragile body, the infant's heartbeat had already stopped. It had been a stillbirth, but her powerful Soul Power restored its heartbeat, bringing the child back to life.
The people nearby seemed to have already learned that Yunxi did not have long to live. Their eyes reddened, but they forced themselves not to cry. Only the Prime Minister and his wife knew that on the day before her birth, the residence's physician had discreetly told them that the child in her womb no longer had a heartbeat. To preserve the lady's life, it would be best to remove the stillborn child as soon as possible.
It was the first time the lady had prayed to Heaven, willing to trade everything for the child in her womb to live. Then her daughter truly came back to life. Though she had been declared unlikely to survive beyond eighteen, she was content. Just as she had said,