Rumor has it that Ye, the concubine who was about to die, is now holding a baby with great interest. Her finger as white as jade gently caresses the baby's face.,Chu Yun's heart jumped into his throat: "Be careful!",Chu Yun's face was pale and sickly, he lay slumped on the stool, unable to tell if it was sweat or tears soaking his clothes.。