These days, Rouyin has been living a life of complete indulgence, with everything done for her and her dear mother by her side. Her belly has visibly grown quite a bit in the past month, and her face has become slightly rounder. However, when Madam Lin saw her daughter's slender body carrying such an unusually large belly, she was quite frightened and called the family physician several times to check if she was eating too much.

Only after the royal physician explained that the Lady Consort was likely pregnant with multiples and that her belly was certainly large did she relax slightly. This physician was none other than Physician He, who had been examining the Lady Consort's pulse. He was an expert in gynecology, though multiple pregnancies were rare. He estimated, based on the Lady Consort's pulse, that it was likely triplets. Hearing this, Madam Lin was both delighted and alarmed. She was delighted that with five children, no outsider could possibly threaten her daughter's position, but the multiple pregnancies were alarmingly large at only seven months. What would she do during the delivery?

Rouyin looked at the four prominent baby ultrasound images on the system screen, and somewhat guiltily avoided the physician. She had deliberately asked the system to conceal one child; three children were already causing her mother distress, and if another one came, her father in Mongolia would probably have no sleep at night.

Mrs. Lin, who was already very worried about her daughter, now dared not leave her side for even a moment, fearing that something might happen to her daughter. Every day, she had to check the things and supplies in her daughter's yard repeatedly.

In the past few days, the two concubines in the manor have reduced the frequency of visiting the Fujin's room. Although they like the Fujin, if something happens to the Fujin because of this, the master will definitely not forgive them.

On the Mongolian grasslands, sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating a shimmering spectacle. A gentle autumn breeze swept across the endless golden expanse, interspersed with patches of green, as flocks of sheep leisurely grazed on tender, sweet grass. Emperor Kangxi, in high spirits, enjoyed the scene before him, happily feasting on roasted beef and mutton at a Mongolian banquet. Seated at the lower table, Yinzhen chuckled, a wry smile mixed with concern for his wife, who had mentioned Mongolian mutton even in her sleep. Since their marriage, they hadn't been apart for so long. He took a bite; the Inner Mongolian mutton was tender and juicy, its aroma irresistible after roasting—truly a rare delicacy. No wonder Yin'er had been longing for it ever since hearing about it; it was just a pity the meat was difficult to preserve and couldn't be sent to the capital. Yinzhen's pensive expression caused the Inner Mongolian princes, who had been carefully observing the Qing princes, to fall into deep thought. This fourth prince was indeed shrewd and not to be underestimated! They had no idea that the Qing prince was thinking about how to transport their sheep and food back to please his young wife.

When Yinzhen returned to his encampment, he ran into a guard rushing towards him. Su Peisheng kicked the guard in the knee and scolded him, "How dare you! You dare to barge in front of the Prince! You have no manners!" As the prince's personal eunuch, Su Peisheng had also practiced martial arts. Although he was not a martial arts master, he had achieved some skill.

Upon hearing this, the guard who had been kicked, ignoring the pain of his injury, adjusted his kneeling position and reported, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort has sent word that she is waiting outside Your Highness's tent to request an audience."

Su Peisheng shuddered. If the matter concerning the Fujin (principal wife) was good news, that would be fine, but if it was...

The atmosphere suddenly turned somber. Before a reply could be given, the kneeling guard only felt a robe flutter past his eyes, and the prince in front of him had vanished. Yinzhen walked on, taking two steps at a time, his mind filled with all sorts of wicked thoughts. The closer he got to the tent, the heavier his heart became. By the time he reached the tent, a terrifying expression was fully revealed on his face. When Su Peisheng, who was following behind, caught up breathlessly, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

The guard waiting in the tent was a naive young man with a stoic expression. He didn't notice how unpleasant the Fourth Prince's face was. He knelt down straight down and said expressionlessly, "Congratulations, Your Highness. Your wife has been diagnosed with triplets. I have specially sent this servant to deliver the good news."

Yinzhen's face contorted with a mixture of joy and despair. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought of Rouyin, who was pregnant with three children, and wished he could return to the capital immediately. Su Peisheng, watching from the side, felt all the pressure dissipate. He secretly glared at the clueless young man. What a silly boy, reporting good news with such a serious face! He thought something terrible had happened!

The guard, bewildered by the glare, wondered why Eunuch Su was looking at him. He stared back blankly. Receiving the gaze, Su Peisheng felt a little annoyed. "Silly boy," he thought, "though fools are often blessed!" He silently glanced at the Prince, who was pacing back and forth with obvious delight.

"Reward him! The guards who brought the good news and those who reported it will be transferred to the front courtyard, and their salaries will be four times the normal amount." Although Yinzhen was frightened, he wasn't about to argue with a mere guard. He thought for a moment and prepared to write a letter to his young wife.

Rouyin, far away in the capital, had no idea how much of a shadow the guard she sent to deliver the message had cast on Yinzhen.

Meanwhile, Emperor Kangxi, who was holding a pen, naturally learned of the news when it came from the Fourth Prince's residence. Looking at the landscape painting sent by the Mongol princes, he said, "The Fourth Prince's wife is truly blessed!" Liang Jiugong replied to His Majesty, "Your Majesty is diligent in governing and your blessings are as vast as the Eastern Sea. Your grace has been bestowed upon the Fourth Prince, and the Fourth Prince has been blessed with auspicious signs. This is truly a blessing for the country and a fortune for the people!"

"You sly fox!" Liang Jiugong followed behind Kangxi with a fawning and cheerful smile.

"It's not advisable to be too high-profile for now. We can bestow more rewards after Ulanara gives birth to an heir." Liang Jiugong respectfully agreed, secretly elevating the Fourth Prince's status.

It was four or five days later when the letter arrived. With her mother's help, Rouyin slowly walked in the courtyard. Just as she sat down to rest in the pavilion, a maid carrying the letter approached her. "This servant greets Your Highness. Xiao Hu, who delivered the message, has returned with a letter from Prince Feng."

"Oh, bring it here."

The maid respectfully approached the princess, knelt beside her with a tray bearing the letter, and gently picked up the envelope with her delicate white fingers. Her hands were soft and boneless, and her fingers were like scallion roots. The maid lowered her head, not daring to look at her too much.

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