Perhaps Xia Zhiyu years ago knew exactly what she was asking for: good health and longevity for her aunt; a son of her own, preferably a male, whom she could watch grow up, educate, and eventually see married. Years have passed, but none of her prayers have been answered. Yet, burning incense, chanting scriptures, and meditating… have become a part of her daily life.,Xia Zhiyu slowly turned, standing before a pretty woman not far away. Her appearance was beautiful, and because she was in her prime years, it added to her charm. If it wasn't for the sudden upheaval at home, she should have been married to an equally handsome husband during her best years, instead of ending up in Houfu, becoming a concubine to an old man.,My husband, seeing that I was pregnant, instructed the kitchen to make nourishing soups for me. At first, my younger sister thought they tasted good, but after a while, she got tired of them.。