"If you want to cry, cry loudly. When you've cried enough, we'll go find the baby."

Mu Youran pounded his back hard, feeling as if her world was collapsing.

She couldn't understand why they had to take her child.

With so many cubs being born every day across the entire orc continent, why insist on taking hers?

After crying her fill and her tears had dried, she finally released her grip on Long Yin's hand.

"I want to go see the boss."

Long Yin knew she was referring to the cub with the Beast God: "Now is the crucial time for hatching. It's not too late to go after it hatches."

"But!"

Mu Youran, with tears in her eyes, wanted to say something more, but she also understood that Long Yin was right.

After all, the first egg's shell had already cracked, and it was a premature egg, much weaker than a normally born chick.

If she goes now, she will definitely disturb the Beast God's incubation process.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, and forced a faint smile: "Well, I won't go for now."

"I can go after I've recovered."

Seeing her forced smile, Long Yin's heart broke.

Nothing is more painful than losing a child.

He raised his hand to stroke her damp cheeks and wiped away her tears: "Why don't we make some clothes for them? They can wear them when they come back."

When the topic turned to the baby's clothes, Mu Youran's mood instantly improved.

Long Yin found all the better fabrics and animal hides in the palace and placed them aside.

Mu Youran quickly selected some soft, short-haired animal hides and fabrics, gesturing to figure out how to make something practical and aesthetically pleasing.

Seeing her busy herself and not actively thinking about those upsetting things, Long Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

You Ran will definitely be happy as long as the Beast God hatches that little cub.

Just then, a voice announced from outside: "Prince, the people who went to Yunmeng Marsh have returned!"