Should she tell Ninth Aunt?
The youngest of the Lin Clan's fourth generation, little fourteen, was growing healthily in her belly.
"Qingluo, how is it? Is it a girl?"
When Ninth Lady Lin saw her not answering for a long time, her heart thumped, and a bad feeling arose.
Lin Qingluo hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "It's a healthy, cute little brother."
"Oh."
Ninth Lady Lin let out a mournful sigh, her spirits suddenly gone, like a deflated ball.
"Ninth Aunt, having a little brother is great."
Lin Qingluo found it amusing and comforted Ninth Aunt with a smile: "Many families desperately want sons, eating vegetarian meals and chanting sutras every day, praying to Guanyin Bodhisattva, but still can't get their wishes granted."
"But it's different for the Duke of Zhen's mansion."