Nan Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over.

"Your Majesty, I'm so tired... Can you carry me over?" Nan Zhiyun sat in her seat, not wanting to move.

"Lazy," Yu Jingchen said, but even though he said that, he still walked over and pulled Nan Zhiyun into his arms.

"I'm tired...I want to sleep." It's been a long and tiring day, and it's already dusk.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jingchen resolutely refused: "No way," he said.

Nan Zhiyun: "???!!!"

"Why? I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, I want to rest." Nan Zhiyun protested.

"Yun'er, have you forgotten what day it is today? Today is our wedding day, and tonight... is our wedding night? Is Yun'er going to sleep like this?" Yu Jingchen asked, leaning close to Nan Zhiyun's ear.

"!!!" Nan Zhiyun blushed.

Yu Jingchen was satisfied with this, and carried Nan Zhiyun into the room, then put her on the bed.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun began to stutter.

"Good girl, call me husband." Yu Jingchen gently bit Nan Zhiyun's lips. Nan Zhiyun winced in pain: "Husband..."

Yu Jingchen's lips curled slightly, and then he let the bed curtains fall, obscuring the view inside. Yu Jingchen's hand slowly reached towards Nan Zhiyun's waist, grasping her delicate waist tightly, alluringly.

“Yun’er is tired today, so I’ll go slower and be gentler in a bit, don’t be afraid, Yun’er…” Yu Jingchen was quite “considerate.” He took Nan Zhiyun’s hand and placed it on his waist, his lower abdomen burning, and his breathing began to become increasingly erratic.

Yu Jingchen gently kissed Nan Zhiyun's lips, and Nan Zhiyun responded shyly, but she couldn't extricate herself from her deep emotions... well, there was nothing she could do about it.

Nan Zhiyun suddenly felt nauseous and panicked. She pushed Yu Jingchen away from her. Yu Jingchen saw that Nan Zhiyun looked unwell and his brows furrowed. He was also very nervous.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen helped Nan Zhiyun up and patted her back. Nan Zhiyun's stomach was churning violently, and her face was deathly pale. Yu Jingchen panicked for a moment.

"Summon the imperial physician!" he shouted outside.

Summoning the imperial physician?! Xinglai and Qianxia outside were startled. Why were they suddenly summoning the imperial physician? However, they didn't dare to delay and immediately went to the Imperial Medical Bureau to invite the physician over.

Inside the room, Yu Jingchen carefully protected Nan Zhiyun. Nan Zhiyun was exhausted and leaned limply against Yu Jingchen.

The imperial physician arrived quickly. Yu Jingchen lost his composure and, upon seeing the physician, immediately ordered him to examine Nan Zhiyun. The physician was sweating profusely and carefully took Nan Zhiyun's pulse.

However... after taking his pulse, the imperial physician's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he finally felt relieved.

He released his hand from taking her pulse and bowed to Yu Jingchen and Nan Zhiyun: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty the Empress! Your Majesty is pregnant."

His words stunned everyone present. She was pregnant?! The Empress was pregnant?!

"Yun'er?" Yu Jingchen was stunned by this surprise, but he quickly came to his senses.

Nan Zhiyun was stunned. She was pregnant? She was going to be a mother? Yu Jingchen came over, took Nan Zhiyun's hand, and pulled her into his arms.

—You can see the tomato skirt here!