"Master, I felt unwell yesterday at my sister-in-law's residence. The imperial physician there said that since it is still early, a diagnosis cannot be made yet."

Looking at his fourth wife, who radiated maternal warmth, the Fourth Prince felt she was incredibly beautiful for a moment.

Then he saw that the wet nurse of the Fourth Prince's wife was all smiles, her face full of wrinkles, and that her personal maids were also genuinely happy. He understood.

"Is it really true?" The Fourth Prince's voice trembled slightly as he grasped the Fourth Princess's hand, somewhat incredulous.

"The imperial physician said he couldn't make a diagnosis yet, but I must avoid strenuous activity and need to rest in bed. Therefore, I cannot attend to matters concerning the household for the time being. What do you think, my lord?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Today is His Majesty's day off. Imperial Physician Qian from the Imperial Hospital is most skilled in gynecology. His Majesty will go and invite him over. As for the affairs of the inner quarters, don't worry, His Majesty will have Madam Li handle them..."

At this point, the Fourth Prince suddenly paused, turned to look at his wife, and found that she was looking down. The Fourth Prince was also unsure of what his wife meant, as he could not see her eyes and could not understand her thoughts.

At that moment, for some reason, the Fourth Prince suddenly thought of his adoptive mother, Empress Tong.

"I will take good care of things in the backyard. Alright, I'm leaving now." After saying that, Fourth Master immediately turned and left, almost as if he were fleeing in panic.

In fact, neither the Fourth Prince nor his wife knew that they had feelings for each other, romantic feelings, though few, and mixed with too many other things, including the life of their eldest son.

The Fourth Prince always believed that his relationship with his Fourth Consort was one of responsibility, and he had fulfilled that responsibility as a husband.

In reality, many marriages are fundamentally different, but many only realize this when they lose their spouse. For aristocratic sons, women come too easily, so they are even more indifferent.

The day after Hongyu's wedding was not a major sunrise.

However, Yinzhi went to the Ministry of War to make a purchase first, without asking for leave.

When Yinzhi returned, it was almost time; it was Chenshi (7-9 AM), and everyone had arrived. The formal tea ceremony began.

"The son and daughter-in-law greet their father. May your father be blessed."

Hongyu and his wife knelt down before Yinzhi and Zhuo.

"Father, please have some tea." Yinzhi served his daughter-in-law tea and took a small sip.

When Yinzhi returned from the Ministry of War, he hadn't changed his clothes. Hezhuo offered to help him change into his everyday clothes, but Yinzhi waved his hand and refused, saying that he wouldn't be going to the palace later and had other duties to attend to.

Therefore, General Yin Zhi sat in the main seat with great pomp and circumstance, which made the bride feel very pressured.

However, it didn't last long. The sound of the lid touching the teacup as it was put down broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Yinzhi gave a soft "hmm" and gestured for Liu Bajin to present the prepared gift. After thinking for a moment, he spoke again.

"You should live your lives well."

Hongyu was very attentive to his new wife and helped her up.

He Zhuo noticed that Balin smiled at Hongyu, her eyes shining, and that her gait was somewhat awkward. He Zhuo knew that the two had a good wedding night.

A new bride is always a little uneasy, and when Yinzhi is not speaking, he is actually quite oppressive. Having been in the army for a long time, he is bound to have picked up some bandit-like qualities.

Next up is the main event.

Mother-in-law

Grand Consort He Zhuo,

For women in this era, the mother-in-law's attitude is sometimes more important than the husband's.

Looking at the young couple kneeling before him, He Zhuo felt a complex mix of emotions: joy, bitterness, and a strange sense of aging.

I am a cultivator, seeking the path to immortality, and this feeling of aging is truly a pain in the ass.

He Zhuo still looks so youthful and beautiful, but there's always a feeling that she's transformed into a white-haired old lady.

Perhaps He Zhuo had stayed a little too long, because Yin Zhi coughed lightly, and He Zhuo snapped out of his thoughts.