"It's a little sister."
She was going to have a little sister.
Yangyang could walk now, though she was still very, very small. She wore the little clothes I'd made in my spare time.
I guided her tiny hand to my lower belly, over my clothes.
"Your little sisters are two eggs," I said, then paused to explain.
Yangyang tilted her head, her eyes a little blank.
Eggs!?
That meant they hadn't inherited much of Mama's genes.
She'd thought they'd be two little sisters just like her.
Little Yangyang was a bit unhappy. She had a feeling the two little sisters would gang up on her, so it seemed she'd have to establish her authority as the big sister ahead of time.
She stared at Mama's belly, her big, dark eyes unblinking.
Being pregnant with two little ones again came with the risk of starving to death.
But we cultivators were supposed to embrace the idea of surviving by first putting ourselves in mortal danger, and keep fighting against fate.
As long as I could give birth to the babies and break through my talent once more, I'd gain even greater cultivation. Earning spirit stones would naturally get easier and easier, and I'd be able to keep everything in balance. Feeding one baby and two eggs would be a piece of cake.
What could possibly stump me, Ye Xiaoyao?
Little Yangyang sat on the bed and suddenly yawned.
Her little sisters were so silly. They were already two months old and still couldn't talk.
But soon she'd have someone to play with.
That made her pretty happy.
I didn't let my daughter lounge around for long. I reached out and hoisted Yangyang up. "Open your mouth."
She obediently opened her mouth.
I looked at the many baby teeth inside. "Not