Zhao Qianlan was pregnant and became the apple of the eye of the entire Song family. All the servants followed Song Juncai back to his bedroom in a large group, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

Only Song Xizhi stood at the door, waiting for the legendary physician, Doctor Li.

Doctor Li hurriedly arrived at the Song residence after being informed by a servant, carrying a medicine box on his back, his face still showing some confusion.

Upon seeing the person, Song Xizhi took the initiative to go and greet him.

Not only did she hurriedly lead him towards Zhao Qianlan's bedroom, but she also explained the current situation in detail.

"Doctor, you've finally arrived! Please come quickly!"

"My mother is finally pregnant, carrying my father's eldest son, the direct grandson of the Song family!"

“My father and grandmother both value this son highly, and even used an ironclad decree to ensure his safety. If anything goes wrong, you and your whole family will be held responsible!”

As Song Xizhi spoke, his manner of repeatedly instructing and admonishing showed that he cherished this child very much.

Dr. Li was walking around busily when he heard these words, and his movements suddenly stopped.

Song Xizhi smiled and looked at him: "What? Doctor Li, you don't need to feel too much pressure. You know my mother's health. Just treat her well."

Dr. Li wiped the cold sweat from his brow, continued walking forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand, Miss. I will certainly take good care of you."

After Dr. Li finished speaking, the two of them had already arrived at the bedroom. He gave Song Xizhi a slight bow and then hurriedly entered the bedroom where Zhao Qianlan was.

Song Xizhi stood there, watching his hurried figure disappear, and slowly suppressed the smile on his face.

Now, she has completely understood Zhao Qianlan's plan.

Thinking it over, Song Xizhi slowly stepped into the house.

Inside the room, Doctor Li was hurriedly taking Zhao Qianlan's pulse, then prescribed a medicine to prevent miscarriage, and quickly ordered someone to decoct it for her to take.

Song Juncai watched Doctor Li's reaction with great anxiety: "Doctor! This is my son in my old age! You must do everything you can to save him!"

Doctor Li and Zhao Qianlan exchanged a glance, then nodded before saying, "Don't worry, sir, the pregnancy is saved!"

"However, the lady is not in good health and needs to rest in bed to ensure a safe pregnancy. There can be no accidents whatsoever. She is about three months pregnant now, and if she takes good care of herself for a few more days, the pregnancy will be stable."

Three months.

Song Juncai nodded without suspicion. He swallowed hard and asked expectantly, "So... is Qianlan carrying a boy or a girl?"

Doctor Li was silent for a moment, then smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Congratulations! Congratulations! Madam is carrying a boy!"

Upon hearing this, Song Juncai finally laughed. He nodded happily, muttering "Boy...boy..." repeatedly.

Then Doctor Li gave a few more instructions: "Now that the lady is pregnant, she needs to be extra careful. Things like musk and safflower are things that pregnant women should not touch."

"If there is incense or flowers in the room, they should be removed as well."

Song Juncai nodded repeatedly and quickly ordered the servants to move all the dangerous items out of the bedroom.

Zhao Qianlan, who was lying on the bed, woke up slowly when she heard the noise in the room. She sat up weakly, and Song Juncai busied himself tucking her in.

"Slow down! Slow down! Qianlan, you are now a meritorious contributor to our family!"

Zhao Qianlan looked weakly at Song Juncai, her red eyes filled with worry: "Husband, I just heard what the doctor said, but I'm so scared..."

Song Juncai looked at her anxiously: "What are you afraid of? Our son is fine! He's a big, healthy boy!"

Zhao Qianlan said softly, "But I don't have any medical skills or experience around me, and I don't know anything about safflower or musk..."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Xizhi with reddened eyes, her gaze full of deep meaning: "Zhizhi is my daughter, the person I trust most. Although she doesn't know obstetrics, she knows medicine and can help take care of her."

"If I were to entrust this son to her, I'm sure she would be able to take good care of him."

Song Xizhi's expression remained indifferent, so Zhao Qianlan once again looked pleadingly in the direction of Old Madam Song:

"Mother, what do you think? I don't mean to make things difficult for Zhizhi, I'm just scared. We've already seen what happened before, and I'm afraid this child will still not survive!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Song licked her lips, wanting to say something, but when she thought of Doctor Li's words "boy" and her beloved grandson, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Qianlan is right. The child in her womb was protected by a special imperial edict. If anything goes wrong, it will be terrible!"

Song Juncai also chimed in, practically putting Song Xizhi on a pedestal and giving her no chance to refuse:

"Qianlan finally got pregnant so that your father could have an heir! She helped your good-for-nothing mother carry on the Song family line! You must help her, you must keep a close eye on her, otherwise your mother will die with regrets!"

"It has always been your mother's wish to give your father a son!"

Despite Song Juncai's repeated persuasion, everyone thought Song Xizhi would refuse, but to everyone's surprise, Song Xizhi smiled and readily agreed.

“Okay, Father. I’d be happy to help you carry on the Song family line.”

"However, let me be clear from the start: I don't know anything about obstetrics and I've never given birth. If you need me to identify things like safflower or musk, I can do that, but I'm afraid I can't do anything else."

Zhao Qianlan hurriedly replied, "Of course! How could I trouble you with everything! There are nannies to take care of other things, so you don't need to do anything."

Song Xizhi grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Hey! Okay then!"