Wu Chun ordered two servants from Chunying Garden to tie up Ranxin and Ranyu, and then took them to Jiangongzhai when the sky began to lighten.

Zhu Xiang replaced the plum blossoms in the vase, and the entire room was filled with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

The days when she saw Fukang'an every time she opened her eyes gradually blurred the distance between Yan Ning and him, but a thorn still remained in her heart.

The inner room was filled with rare and precious treasures that Fukang'an had searched for for her. Even at night, without the lights or candles, the room was filled with the glow of gold and silver jewels.

After Zhu Xiang helped Yan Ning with her washing and dressing, as she sat in front of the dressing table combing her hair, Ju Xiang brought out a bowl of bird's nest soup and stood beside her.

The jade porcelain bowl was pure white and translucent, and the bird's nest soup had an excellent color, resembling congealed blood. It was a top-quality tonic, but Yan Ning always remembered the day Wu Chun used bird's nest soup to frame her.

She picked up the jade porcelain bowl and poured the bird's nest soup into her mouth as if drinking medicine. She didn't need these things, but the child in her womb did.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Yan Ning's complexion was much better than before, like a rosy sunset shrouded in mist. A pang of sadness struck her. She lowered her eyes, no longer looking at the mirror, letting Zhu Xiang comb her jet-black hair behind her.

Fukang'an sat not far from Yan Ning's dressing table, polishing his sword. His moon-white cheongsam was bound with silver-white arrow sleeves, and the yellow sword tassel was scattered on his silver-white arrow sleeves. His handsome face was illuminated by the chilling sword, and his face also radiated coldness, his brows furrowed.

The incense burner had already been removed from the inner room. Blue and white porcelain and white jade porcelain vases were placed on the tables and desks, filled with pink and red plum blossoms. The room was filled with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and the air seemed to still carry the coolness of lingering dew.

Fukang'an glanced at her unintentionally and saw Yan Ning's figure behind the white jade porcelain vase on the table. Through the pink plum blossoms, her beautiful hair fell to her waist, and her pale yellow brocade cheongsam was faintly visible.

Fukang'an's brows softened as the cold light emanating from the sword softened. He put down the sword, pulled up his robe, walked to Zhuxiang's side, and made a gesture to silence her.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiang nodded slightly and handed the peach wood comb carved with branches to Fukang'an. She took a few steps back quietly, her head bowed in silence.

Fukang'an gently combed Yan Ning's flowing hair. She had her eyes closed, but she noticed that the person combing her hair behind her was using a different touch than before. She opened her eyes and saw Fukang'an's silver-white jade belt tied around his long robe in the bronze mirror.

The moon white color was even lighter than the sky blue color. Fukang'an tied his moon white robe with a silver-white jade belt, which looked like the blue sky and water flowing through the clouds.

Yan Ning turned her head and met Fukang'an's gentle eyes. Her delicately painted eyebrows furrowed slightly. "When did you become so sentimental?"

Fukang'an smiled and said, "What's wrong with me doing my wife's hair?" He handed the comb back to Zhuxiang and went back to polish his sword.

The white brocade cloth moved back and forth in his hands, and with each stroke, the sword light in Yan Ning's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Just as Zhu Xiang finished combing Yan Ning's hair into two small buns, Zhao Xing's voice came from the hall, "Reporting to the General, Aunt An has something to discuss with you and Madam?"

Yan Ning looked at Fukang'an with a puzzled expression, and he looked at her with the same puzzled expression.

When the two came out of the inner room, Wuchun was already waiting in the hall. She looked at Yan Ning's still flat stomach, while Fukang'an carefully put his arm around Yan Ning's waist.

Wu Chun's anger flared in her eyes. She glanced at Die Cui, who immediately went outside and called in the two servants who were holding Ran Yu and Ran Xin.

In an instant, Ranxin and Ranxin knelt before Fukang'an and Yan Ning, their faces streaked with tears, huddled together in fear. The maidservant's hair was disheveled, her face stained with cold and grime; her wretched state evoked pity.

Yan Ning was even more puzzled. What did Wu Chun mean by this?

She looked at Wuchun, her eyes filled with displeasure, "I had no idea that the servants of Jian Gong Zhai were being disciplined by Aunt An?"

Fukang'an looked at Wuchun with dissatisfaction. Wuchun was somewhat afraid, but then felt that he was right and became bolder.

She gestured for Diecui to recount the events of the previous night, then looked at Fukang'an with tears in her eyes. "I know in my heart that my child will not be as noble as the one in your womb! But this child is ultimately of the Fucha family bloodline. How can the General watch his child be disrespected before he is even born!"

Fukang'an's expression was cold, his eyes piercing as he looked down at Ranxin and Ranyu, who were kneeling before him.