Lin Ziyan saw several paintings and calligraphies that she had seen in museums before.

Lu Qiuying was stunned by these things and stood there staring in disbelief.

The room was filled with calligraphy and paintings, all of which were very well preserved.

The room was very dry, and the wooden box emitted a sandalwood fragrance.

"I kept a portion of it, and donated the rest to the country," Mu Fang said casually.

Possessing a treasure is a crime; if it weren't for these things, those people wouldn't have targeted the Mu family.

Mu Fang had mixed feelings and didn't want to see these things.

Her brother sacrificed his life, but due to special circumstances, his remains were never recovered, and even his name was never recorded.

Besides paying respects to her parents, she also wanted to find her brother's grave on this trip back to Beijing.

"Qiuying, I'd like to ask you for a favor." Mu Fang opened a jewelry box and took out a tag with her brother's military number on it.

My mother once said that as long as I have this, I can find my brother.

She kept thinking about it after she was released.

So when she opened this secret room, she only wanted to find this brand; otherwise, she might never have wanted to open it in her entire life.

Lu Qiuying took the sign and saw the word "empty" on it; her pupils contracted.

This is an Air Force sign...

She had seen it before; her grandmother had shown it to her.

"Is this someone's relative?"

"Yes, it's my brother's." Mu Fang's tone was calm, but her heart was trembling.

She had never met this brother, only seen his photos.

During the turmoil, not even photos could be preserved.

Those people who broke into the Mu family must have been prepared beforehand, otherwise they wouldn't have exploited the mother's weakness and burned her brother's photo in front of her, otherwise the mother wouldn't have banged her head against a pillar...

…

I returned to the Lu family home that evening.

Lu Qiuying took the sign and went straight to the study to find her grandfather.

After hearing what Fangjie said, she was restless all night.

The Mu family?

It seems like nobody in Beijing remembers the Mu family anymore.

Lu Qiuying didn't know what had happened, but judging from the Mu family's ruined ancestral home, the Mu family was once a prominent family.

The room is filled with calligraphy and paintings, each one a unique work by a famous artist.

There are also books in the collection; I doubt even the National Library of China has all those ancient books.

Grandpa Lu was playing chess with Grandma Lu inside when he saw Sun walk in with a solemn expression, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa, take a look at this." Lu Qiuying sat down in front of the coffee table, placed the sign on it, and pushed it towards him.

Grandpa Lu put on his reading glasses, picked up the sign, glanced at it, and his hand trembled slightly.

"Who gave you this brand name?"

"The Mu family... are there still any members of the Mu family alive?"

Grandma Lu glanced at the sign, her pupils dilated in shock, and the chess piece in her hand rolled off without her noticing.

Lu Qiuying pursed her lips, "You've met her before, Fang Jie, Ayan's friend. Her real name is Mu Fang."

“Today we went to her house for dinner, and she asked me to find her brother’s… grave.”

Upon seeing the word "empty," she immediately understood Fang Jie's purpose.

Her brother has passed away, but a grave cannot be found.

With this number, even if the body cannot be found, the cenotaph can still be located.

"The Mu family...sigh!" Old Master Lu's eyes reddened.

He wasn't in Beijing at the time, and by the time he returned, the Mu family had been sealed off, and he couldn't find any members of the Mu family.

This plaque is the only one that wasn't retrieved and registered in the cemetery.

Lu Qiuying pursed her lips as she looked at her grandfather's expression.

After waiting a while, she briefly told the old man about what had happened that day.

The Mu family was once a scholarly family, but now they have declined, and even their ancestral home is dilapidated.

The Mu family's only son has already sacrificed his life.

"Have her take this sign to the Bashan Martyrs' Cemetery and give it to the caretaker there. That way she can find her brother's tombstone." Old Master Lu got up, opened the safe, and took out a yellowed envelope.

All soldiers on emergency missions leave a letter for their families.

Unexpectedly, he delivered this letter decades late.

"After the New Year, I'll go see that child..." Grandma Lu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Lu Qiuying nodded lightly, her heart heavy.

Meanwhile upstairs,

Lin Ziyan came out of the shower and yawned again.

Lu Yun Shen came in from outside wearing pajamas; he had just taken a shower in the bathroom outside.

"Are you sleepy?" He lowered his head and rested his head on her neck, frowning as he asked.

Lin Ziyan squinted, nodded slightly, and then yawned.

"Let's go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. Remember to wake me up."

Lu Yunshen asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Lin Ziyan: "You'll find out tomorrow, go to sleep."

She was so tired that she could barely open her eyes. She mumbled a reply and then fell asleep.

Lu Yunshen, "..."

Fall asleep instantly?

The wind howled outside the window, and the cold wind blew up snowflakes.

The darkness gradually dissipated, revealing a faint glow as the sun slowly rose.

The hospital was already bustling in the morning, with chairs in front of each outpatient clinic filled with people.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, but there's no festive atmosphere at the hospital.

Doctors and nurses were rushing around, going about their work as usual.

Lin Ziyan received the urine test results, her eyes flickered. Was she really pregnant?

Lu Yun Shen glanced at it and froze.

The two entered the examination room and listened to the doctor's instructions.

"We'll go to the hospital for an ultrasound at 8 weeks to check the baby's growth..."

"It is recommended to have a prenatal check-up every four weeks, and every two weeks in the later stages of pregnancy. This is the prenatal check-up schedule..."

Lin Ziyan took the form and walked out of the doctor's office, casually putting it into her bag.

Prenatal checkups aren't as thorough now. Before, when she accompanied her cousin-in-law to prenatal checkups, they would check the embryo and fetal heartbeat at 8 weeks, do an NT scan around 11 weeks for abnormalities, and get a prenatal checkup around 12 weeks...

We also need to do a Down syndrome screening, and a 3D anomaly scan at 22-24 weeks, etc.

This form only includes ultrasound examination results; it's too simplistic.

Lin Ziyan suddenly stopped, turned around and didn't see Lu Yunshen, and was stunned for a few seconds.

She simply found a chair and sat down, recalling the things she needed to pay attention to when accompanying her cousin-in-law to prenatal checkups in her previous life.

After a while, a shadow loomed over us.

Lu Yunshen squatted down and asked anxiously, "Where do you feel unwell?"

"I'm hungry," Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.

Actually, she realized something was wrong when she became excessively sleepy, remembering her mother saying that she wanted to sleep all the time when she was pregnant with her.

Lin Ziyan smiled and raised her hand to smooth his furrowed brow.

"Let's go home for lunch, don't be too nervous."

"It's probably only this big right now."

She made a gesture, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Lu Yun Shen grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined, a soft light shimmering in his dark eyes. "Then let's go home."

Lin Ziyan stroked his palm with her fingertips and nodded.

All she wants to do right now is eat her fill, get some sleep, and then think about other things.

Lin Ziyan got into the car and yawned again.

"Don't tell my family yet, I want to get some sleep," Lin Ziyan murmured.

Lu Yunshen: "Okay, we'll talk about it after the banquet."

The Lu family's New Year's Eve dinner was almost always prepared by Grandma Lu and the family housekeeper.

The family started preparing offerings for the ancestral worship this morning.

By this time, everyone had already started putting up couplets.