But there were two problems: first, he had no evidence to prove that the third concubine had committed adultery, and second, people of that era had an incomplete understanding of infertility and often harbored some wishful thinking.
So, he pretended to be confused about the whole matter...
It wasn't until the day the third concubine gave birth that Zhu Qi stood outside the room, waiting for several hours, until he finally heard a baby's cry.
The midwife brought out the child for him to see, hey, a boy, and he actually bore a resemblance to him.
Zhu Qi wondered: Could it be that heaven had eyes, letting me have a son in my old age? (At that time, people had shorter lifespans, and at forty-eight, one was already considered old.)
That day, after handing the baby over to a wet nurse, he immediately ordered someone to strangle the third concubine quietly and bury her.
What kind of logic is this?
