Leng Baiwei traveled the world in her later years, and no one ever knew her whereabouts again. Some rumors said she had secluded herself in Queshan, but alas, Queshan is enveloped in miasma year-round, and no one can set foot there.
Mei Qingdai gently stroked her lower abdomen with one hand.
She had been married into the Yu family for ten years, yet she hadn't borne a child. The old matriarch was worried, but she was even more anxious herself. In private, she had sought countless miracle doctors and remedies, but none had any effect.
Thank goodness she was her grandmother's family by blood; otherwise, being childless after ten years of marriage would've gotten her kicked out long ago.
At least her grandmother still favored the Mei family.
"Grandmother, are you sure this person is Leng Baiwei's heir? Surely they're not just another fraud?" Over the past decade, she'd encountered enough of those.
