With the birth of the queen's heir, the residents of an entire Mistila City began celebrating. The streets and alleys were bustling with activity.
At the same time, Zhou Xu and Yalveth were locked in unceasing battle inside the castle bedroom.
That so-called birthday banquet had purely been an excuse Yalveth came up with to call him over. Once the banquet began, the two of them and the child made a brief appearance before vanishing without a trace.
Clearly, Zhou Xu had reached an agreement with Yalveth by now.
That was to try for another child.
The main reason was that Zhou Xu really had fallen for this only son of the God of War.
If he could bring the child back to Great Zhou and raise him properly, then once he grew up, Zhou Xu would have someone to carry on his legacy.
After three hundred rounds of fierce battle, Zhou Xu temporarily called a halt. Looking at Yalveth nursing the child, he could not help making a suggestion.
"Since this child can never become your heir no matter what, then I should at least be the one to choose his name, right? Of course, when mentioning him publicly, you can use another name."
Hearing this, Yalveth looked at the child, who had fallen into a deep sleep after eating his fill, his sleeping face sweet and adorable. She had to admit that she loved this child too. The feeling was incredibly strange to her.
At the same time, however, she knew that just as Zhou Xu had said, this child could never become the queen of the Female Warrior Tribe. A boy could not remain in Mistila City forever, either.
And the best place for this child was Great Zhou, where his father lived.
Thinking of this, Yalveth