The Ministry of Justice. Shen Wenqing had just finished dealing with an urgent official matter, a hint of fatigue etched on his brow. His personal attendant hurried in, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy, and presented a thick letter and an exquisite little brocade box with both hands: "My lord! A letter from the Second Master of Jiangnan! And... Madam requests that you return home immediately after leaving the office, saying she has important matters to discuss!"

Shen Wenqing was taken aback at first, then his heart tightened! The letter from Jiangnan was so thick—could it be Wei'er…? He immediately opened the letter and read it quickly. When he read, "My sister suffered a premature birth due to fright, facing numerous dangers, but fortunately, mother and daughter are safe and sound, and she has given birth to a beautiful baby girl," he let out a long, long sigh of relief. His tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his tired face. Good! That's wonderful! My sister is alright, and the baby is fine too!

He carefully opened the small brocade box, inside which was a strand of extremely soft baby hair tied with a red string. Looking at this delicate strand of hair, a symbol of new life, even the stern-faced Vice Minister of Justice, Shen Wenqing, smiled gently. He carefully placed the box into his inner pocket.

Filled with relief and ease, Shen Wenqing hurried back to the mansion. As soon as he stepped into the main courtyard, he saw his wife, He Mingshu, standing under the eaves, supported by a maid, smiling at him with an unusual blush on her face, a mixture of shyness and joy.

"My husband is back." He Mingshu greeted him.

"Shu'er, why did you call me back so urgently? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Wenqing asked with concern, noticing that his wife seemed to be in exceptionally good health.

He Mingshu gently took his hand and led him into the inner room, dismissing the others. She took out a neatly folded plain handkerchief from her sleeve and slowly unfolded it, revealing a freshly written medical record from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Shen Wenqing took the pulse diagnosis with a puzzled look, his gaze falling on the clear small print at the bottom of the pulse diagnosis chart: "...The pulse is smooth, like pearls rolling on a plate, and the pulse at the cun position is continuous when pressed... This is a slippery pulse, a sign of pregnancy. The pregnancy is about one month along."

"A happy pulse... about a month pregnant..." Shen Wenqing murmured, then suddenly looked up at his wife in disbelief, his eyes bursting with immense joy, "Shu'er! You... you're pregnant?!"

He Mingshu nodded shyly and happily, her eyes brimming with tears: "Yes... I took her pulse this morning, and Physician Li diagnosed it. My husband, we're going to have our own child!"

Overwhelmed by joy, Shen Wenqing was swept away! His sister had given birth to a healthy daughter, and his wife was pregnant again! Double happiness! He suddenly scooped He Mingshu up in his arms, excitedly spinning her around, his usually composed face now brimming with undisguised elation: "This is wonderful! Shu'er! This is wonderful! I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!"

He Mingshu exclaimed in surprise, hugged his neck tightly, and her face was filled with happiness.

Shen Wenqing gently laid his wife down, embracing her tightly. His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice hoarse with excitement: "Shu'er, thank you! Wei'er is safe too, and you too... This is an immense blessing for our Shen family! Don't worry, I will protect you and our child, and I will never let them suffer the slightest injustice!" At this moment, his heart was filled with strength. He not only wanted to protect his own family, but also to create a more secure environment for his sister and niece far away in Jiangnan!

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafts through the air in Jiangnan, and the cries of newborns are a symphony of hope; the turmoil in the capital temporarily subsides, and belated recognition intertwines with the joy of new life. The Crown Prince's permission, granted in the Imperial Study, is like a ray of dawn in the darkness; the medical records in the main courtyard of the Shen residence are the most moving movement in the midst of ordinary life. All the waiting, all the danger, seems to have transformed into a deep longing for reunion at this moment. Xiao Chengjing's gaze towards the south grows increasingly fervent, while in the small courtyard in Jiangnan, Shen Yuewei, holding her daughter, looks north, a faint yet real expectation quietly rising in her heart.