"Waaah, waaah!"
Hearing his own cries, Xiao Mo froze for a moment and realized he really had become a baby.
For a while, Xiao Mo didn't know what to make of it.
In his previous lives, he had at least started out as a little child, growing up on handouts from the neighbors.
But this time, he hadn't expected to start right at the starting line.
"Congratulations, Fifth Madam. It's a little young master!"
An old woman's voice reached Xiao Mo's ears.
Xiao Mo thought she must be his mother's midwife.
Soon, he felt himself being placed in a basin of warm water and carefully wiped down.
Once he was clean, the midwife wrapped him up and carried him over to the bed.
Through his blurry vision, Xiao Mo vaguely made out the shape of a woman.
Though he couldn't see her clearly, the intimacy and trust he felt in his blood told him she was the mother who had given birth to him.
"Let Mother have a good look at you," the woman said weakly.
Xiao Mo felt a pair of slender, delicate hands carefully caress his cheek, as if he were a porcelain doll she was afraid of breaking.
"Child, I'm your mother."
The woman's soft voice brushed against Xiao Mo's ear.
Xiao Mo felt his mother's cheek gently rub against his, then she kissed him.
It tickled a little, and Xiao Mo couldn't help squirming.
Just then, a man's booming voice came from outside the room. "Has Ruoxi given birth?"
"This old woman pays her respects to Your Highness."
"This servant pays her respects to Your Highness."
The midwife and the maid hurriedly bowed.
"Your concubine pays her respects, Master." Zhou Ruoxi, who had just given birth, tried to prop herself up, but the man quickly stopped