However, it was indeed strange that aside from the Main Wife who had a few daughters, none of the previous eighteen concubines had given birth to a single child, boy or girl. The Prime Minister had been striving for decades, to the point of exhaustion. Every time he lay with a woman, he doubted whether he was akin to a breeding stallion, performing the act solely for the sake of siring a son, without a shred of pleasure between men and women.
But in his pursuit of an heir and at nearly sixty years old, the Prime Minister clenched his teeth and shakily took in the nineteenth concubine.
Originally, after decades of disappointment, he held little hope that the Nineteenth Aunt would bear him a son.
Who would have thought that at this moment of relaxation, the Nineteenth Aunt actually became pregnant, and after ten months, she gave birth to a son for him.
