With fingertips lightly touching the corners of her eyes, she gently wiped away the glistening tears, each movement as if afraid of disturbing this sudden joy.

Thoughts, like a small boat, drift involuntarily back in the long river of memory, leisurely returning to those turbulent years of the past.

Back then, Prince Jinrui Zhao made a grand and swift trip to various prefectures to attend banquets, all in order to expose the spies hiding in the shadows who were plotting to disrupt the stability of the court.

At that time, in a hidden corner deep within Ye Yunyao's heart, a seed of hope was quietly planted, and as time passed, it grew stronger and stronger.

She eagerly anticipated that if she could find the right opportunity, she would earnestly ask King Zhao to examine her pulse and investigate the long-standing problem of her childlessness.

To find a glimmer of hope in their lives shrouded in gloom and to open a new door to hope.

However, things are unpredictable. The spy was quickly captured, and before Ye Yunyao could carefully plan how to speak to King Zhao, the beacon fires on the border suddenly ignited.

The war suddenly intensified like a surging tide.

King Jinrui Zhao resolutely donned his armor, took up his sharp blade, and rushed to the battlefield amidst the raging flames and billowing smoke.

On that cruel land, swords flashed like lightning, life and death hung in the balance, and every moment was filled with trials of blood and tears.

With his fearless courage and outstanding military talent, King Zhao fought bravely against the enemy.

They fought valiantly to safeguard the dignity of the nation and the peace of the people, their figures standing tall and unyielding like a majestic mountain.

When King Zhao returned victorious, the accumulated affairs in the court were already as heavy as a mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's shoulders.

King Zhao was constantly on the go, shuttling between various government affairs, so busy that he could hardly find a moment to catch his breath.

Looking at King Zhao's busy and tired figure, Ye Yunyao still held a deep hope for solving the problem of childbirth.

But in the end, I had no choice but to put this idea aside for the time being.

She pondered to herself that perhaps this was fate's arrangement. Since she was destined to be childless, she would wait to adopt a child from a collateral branch of the family in the future.

As long as I wholeheartedly raise him and give him meticulous care and love from childhood, I will give him all my love and warmth.

Presumably, that child will be very close to you, just like your own child, becoming the most precious companion in your life.

However, the affairs of the court were complex and numerous, like an invisible yet tightly bound net that bound her tightly, making it difficult for her to break free.

She juggles various political affairs every day, devoting herself wholeheartedly to the stability and development of the country.

From the first light of dawn to the deepest darkness of night, she was always busy in the imperial court, handling one political matter after another, seemingly tireless.

The days passed quietly in this endless busyness, like a fleeting moment, and she was never able to find a suitable opportunity to realize her idea of ​​adopting a child.

Looking back on the past ten years, Ye Yunyao couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness and emotion, a feeling like the bitter wine of aged wine, spreading through her heart.

She had endured a long and agonizing period since marrying her husband, and her household servants had taken several concubines, yet her belly remained stubbornly empty.

It was like a barren land; no matter how carefully it was watered and tended, there was no sign of life.

This has always been a deep, unspeakable pain in her heart, like an invisible yet resilient rope that tightens around her heart from time to time, causing her to shed tears in secret on countless quiet nights.

Those tears, carrying her helplessness, pain, and confusion about the future, soaked her pillow and eroded her soul.

Now, this unexpected good news is like a dazzling ray of light, instantly piercing through the long-standing gloom that had shrouded her heart like dark clouds.

It was like a ray of hope, illuminating her originally dark and gloomy world and bringing her endless surprises and hope.

The surprise was like rain after a long drought; the parched land instantly burst forth with vitality, every inch overflowing with the joy of life.

That hope, like the brightest star in the night sky, guided her in the darkness toward a future of happiness, allowing her to see the beauty and possibilities of life.

Filled with joy, excitement, and trepidation, Ye Yunyao gently stroked her belly as if she were holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

Her eyes were filled with love and tenderness, as if she could see through the layers of mist and see the extremely cute appearance of her future child.

That gentle touch seemed to be the tenderest and most affectionate conversation with the unborn little life in her womb, conveying a mother's endless love and anticipation for her child.