Jing Jia nodded lightly, her demeanor composed.
"Originally, it was true that your destiny conflicts with having offspring. The first child would inevitably be lost. But now things are different; I have protected this child for you."
In truth, everyone's fate is governed by the Heavenly Dao, and when immortals intervene, they must bear the consequences.
Yet, these consequences are nearly negligible for a Heavenly Dao as powerful as Jing Jia.
Qingmei looked incredulous.
"How can I believe that what you say is true?"
"It's best if you believe me, because you will encounter something that will make you believe me when you leave the palace shortly." Jing Jia said, moving to the orchid she had just admired: "I gift this pot of flowers to you. Besides the matters I instructed you to pay attention to for a safe delivery, you must also nurture this orchid well."
"It can bring blessings to your child, ensuring you give birth to someone with a noble destiny."
