Summary
The State Preceptor prophesied that within the next ten years, a nation-dooming calamity star would be born into the Jiang Family.
During these ten years, if the Jiang Family sired a son, there would be no issue. However, if a daughter was born, she had to be subjected to the death of a thousand cuts to ensure the peace of Dayan.
When I was born, the commander of the Imperial Secret Police waited in the courtyard, holding a tray.
On the left side of the tray lay the sharpest filleting knife forged by the Feishi Bureau; on the right side lay a Longevity Lock.
“Madam, see clearly for yourself. Is it a blessing or a curse?”
Reluctance was etched across the Madam’s face. “It is a blessing.”
The commander, still skeptical, looked toward the palace attendant standing nearby.
The old nanny squeezed the gold ingot hidden in her sleeve and replied, “Congratulations, Lord Jiang! It is a son!”