Pei Ziheng walked over and sat shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He lowered his head to look at the baby nestled in her arms. The baby snuggled in his mother's embrace and appeared to be very happy, his short arms and legs dancing around as though he were dancing along with the melody. Seeing Pei Ziheng, he felt no fear at all, and his dancing even picked up in intensity.
"When he grows up, he will probably be a heavenly king," Pei Ziheng said as he looked at the baby.
Amazement grew in Xia Ling's heart — who would expect that Pei Ziheng would initiate a conversation about the child? This was probably considered a good thing, right? She kept quiet for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Being a heavenly king would be good. He'll get to bask in magnificence his whole life, and produce music in happiness." This child was destined to have no fate to being heir in the Pei family. He might be Pei Ziheng's eldest son in name, but with regards to his blood relations, both of them knew better. There was no way this child could gain power in the magnate in the future. His best bet would probably be to dabble in something — anything — but not in business."
Pei Ziheng strongly agreed. "Just sign a contract with Imperial Entertainment, and his brother can help him in the future."
Xia Ling had a short flashback, remembering a promise she once made to Pei Ziheng to bear a child for him. Her mood immediately sank, and she forced herself to laugh.