Fang Chiyue frowned and walked gently to Fang Qingyue's side.

He held her hand and said softly, "Sister, the Marquis must be busy with the war, so he hasn't been able to reply to your letter yet."

"You often say that the Marquis is a man of both wisdom and courage, and that he will surely turn danger into safety and return safely."

"Now all you have to do is rest well and take good care of yourself and the baby in your belly."

Fang Qingyue nodded. Although she felt comforted, her worry did not dissipate.

She knew in her heart that the war on the border was by no means easy, even though Shen Yuhan had a brilliant plan.

But the enemy is cunning and you may be in danger if you are not careful.

Every night, she would sit by the bed, holding the yellowed letter from home in her hands.

I read the words above over and over again, as if I could feel Shen Yuhan's presence in this way.

"Chi Yue, you're right. I shouldn't worry too much."

Fang Qingyue gently patted her sister's hand, her eyes gentle, but with a hint of helplessness.

"It's just that my heart is hanging in the air, and it's hard to let go."

"Whenever the child kicks violently at night, I always think that if Yuhan were here, he would be more worried than I am."

Fang Chiyue shook her head gently and smiled, "Sister, although I can't see, I can feel your longing for the Marquis."

"But, sister, you can't let yourself worry too much. The children also need you to stay calm."

Fang Qingyue sighed slightly: "Yes, the children are not even born yet, and I already have so many concerns."

"If Yu Han can return safely, even for one day, I will have no other extravagant wishes."

As she spoke, there was a sudden fetal movement in her abdomen.

The child seemed to sense the mother's anxiety and turned gently in her belly.

Fang Qingyue smiled and said softly, "Okay, okay, don't move, mother is fine."