The days flowed slowly by, one after another, peaceful, tender, and quiet, yet full of anticipation.
Ten months came to an end in the blink of an eye.
Outside the delivery room, Shiheng stood quietly beneath the covered walkway, his bearing straight as a pine. His expression seemed calm, but the fingertips at his sides unconsciously curled tighter. He had restrained his aura completely, allowing none of a God-level expert's pressure to escape (although this was his saint domain true body, he also possessed divine power within it because of his soul mutation). Yet his tautly stretched awareness had already brought everything around him under his control. Inside the delivery room, the atmosphere was steady and peaceful, with a faint auspicious aura lingering in the air. Everything waited calmly and in order for the final moment to arrive.
That clear cry, which would soon pierce the sky, ring throughout the imperial palace, and seize his entire attention, was quietly gathering in the warm, gentle morning light, ready to burst forth.
Inside the hall, the midwives and personal maids all held their breath in concentration. Even their breathing was exceedingly soft, their movements gentle and unhurried, as they dared not make a single unnecessary sound. Grand Duke Kelin had personally selected these absolutely loyal and trustworthy confidantes through successive rounds of screening and years of testing. Before they came, they had repeatedly received stern instructions: today's matter concerned the imperial bloodline of the Klan Empire, as well as Lord Shiheng, the unfathomable man who protected his wife as fiercely as his own life and had single-handedly created the empire's golden age. Not the slightest oversight or mistake could be allowed.
Only Kelin Xiaoman, lying on the bed, showed neither panic nor fear in her delicate features despite the waves of intense