The second day was a rare sunny day in winter, and the warm and soft sunshine spread to every corner of Xianyang.

When Chu Yuening woke up slowly, Ying Zheng had already returned from offering sacrifices to heaven in Shanglin Garden.

As her sleepiness gradually faded away, she rubbed the soft cotton pillow nostalgically. Suddenly, she felt a foreign body under the pillow, and she moaned in confusion.

"Hmm? Why does it seem like there's something?"

Chu Yuening rubbed it for a few times and took out two red envelopes. Her eyes suddenly widened and all her sleepiness disappeared.

Could it be the New Year’s money that A Zheng gave out last night?

Thinking of this, Chu Yuening couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

Although the New Year's money is given to children by elders, it also represents A Zheng's precious love. He hopes that he will be safe, healthy and worry-free.

Chu Yuening felt a sour taste in her nose, but happiness was rippling in her sparkling eyes, and her heart was falling deeper and deeper.

What should she do? She was once again defeated by A Zheng's delicacy and gentleness, and could no longer hide the reserve in the deepest part of her heart.

"A Zheng, can I completely trust you with my true feelings?"

Chu Yuening murmured to herself, her eyelashes like butterfly wings trembling constantly. After a while, she suppressed her impulse with the only trace of calmness left, and continued to stare at the bright red envelope with her eyes lowered.

One is for myself, and the other should be for the baby in my belly. Well... there is still one missing. I will ask A Zheng for it later.

A sly smile flashed across the lazy and pretty little face, making her look more like a playful little fox. Chu Yuening weighed the object in her hand, and only then did she realize the unusual heaviness.

"Hey, aren't there copper coins in there?"

Generally, there won’t be too much money in the red envelope for the New Year, just a few copper coins to show the love. Last night, Chu Yuening gave three coins to her son, which meant welcoming the third year of his life.

The strange New Year's money in her hand inevitably made Chu Yuening curious. She tore open the top and poured out all the items in the red envelope.

“Ding, ding…”

A series of collision sounds were heard, and the lustrous jade pendants, golden cakes, and colorful gems rolled down the bed in disorder. Who would have thought that these precious things were stuffed in a simple red envelope.

For a moment, Chu Yuening fell silent. No, A Zheng, who taught you to stuff red envelopes like this?

Such a lavish gesture really opened her eyes. Fortunately, Daqin did not need to visit relatives to give red envelopes, otherwise she would be worried that A Zheng’s small treasury would be lost.

Although she felt a little amused, Chu Yuening was still very happy. She asked the palace servants to find an exquisite wooden box and carefully placed the things one by one.

After Chu Yuening washed and dressed, she finally had breakfast...and lunch.

"Mother, Zhao Zhao is back!"

"Yuening, I'm back."

"Well, come and have dinner."

Ying Zheng put down the fluttering little cub and sat next to Yue Ning. Seeing that she was eating one bite after another, he did not disturb her and ate quietly, picking up some dishes for her from time to time.

Ying Zhao always concentrates on eating, with his cheeks bulging like a cute little squirrel. When he eats delicious dishes, his eyes narrow with joy.

After finishing the meal, Chu Yuening nestled contentedly in her husband's arms. She was about to mention the red envelope, but her son Zizi beat her to the punch.

I saw the little boy took out two red envelopes from his little pocket and showed them off to his mother with a big smile on his face.

"Mom, Zhao Zhao found some small coins growing under his pillow this morning~"

"Look! There are round gold cakes, worth a lot of money."

Ever since Ying Zhao learned to use the abacus, he obviously understood the value of the Qin Dynasty's currency very clearly, and his big eyes almost turned into the shape of gold cakes.

Chu Yuening glanced at the gold cake in Zizi's hand, then at the copper coins pressed underneath, and her mentality suddenly collapsed.

She glared at the nonchalant man and said, "Hmph, having a lot of money is not a big deal. Next year she will give her son some gold cakes too."

Turning her head to look at the money-obsessed little boy, the anger between Chu Yuening's brows turned into a smile, and she warned the little guy seriously.

"Then Zhao Zhao must hide it well, and save it for buying candy later."

"Yeah, Zhao Zhao can do it!"

"But where should I hide it... Under the bed? In a book? Or maybe under the pillow? That way Zhao Zhao will know every day whether the gold cake is there or not."

Ying Zhao, who thought he had done it perfectly, opened his small bag with satisfaction and carefully put the gold cake away, not even leaving three copper coins behind.

After the interrupting kid went to take a nap, Chu Yuening sat astride the man, held his handsome face in her hands and started to question him.

"Did A Zheng secretly give out New Year's money last night?"

"Well, doesn't Yue Ning like it?"

Ying Zheng put his arms around the woman and pressed her towards him, his tall nose rubbing against hers, his deep and charming phoenix eyes staring straight at her.

Chu Yuening originally wanted to question the matter of giving the gold cake to the baby, but when she saw the reflection in the dark pupils, her face suddenly turned red and she changed the subject.

“I like it, but there’s still one missing…”

"Um?"

The nonsensical words made Ying Zheng confused. He stared at his lover's shy and beautiful face, his thoughts racing.

Seeing that the man hadn't reacted yet, Chu Yuening didn't keep him in suspense any longer. She simply took her slender hand and covered her abdomen with it, her tone gentle and tender.

"A Zheng, I'm still short of a New Year's gift for my baby."

“?!!!”

This sentence stirred up a huge wave in Ying Zheng's heart. His dark pupils suddenly dilated for a moment, his thick eyelashes trembled frequently, and his cold and handsome face became more intense.

Yue Ning means... twins? !

But his heart was not filled with joy, but worry and fear. Since ancient times, childbirth for women has been a daunting task, let alone the rare twins.

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