Chen Palace.

As the due date approaches, the people in the mansion are busy, and the most experienced team of midwives in the capital are ready and on standby at any time.

Concubine Tong sat on a stool with a large basket on her legs, picking out various small clothes from it. There were both boys and girls, and the preparations were very complete.

"Xiao Ye, do you like boys or girls?"

"Should we pick a good day to be born? I'll ask a fortune teller to do it for us?"

"Your belly is so big..."

She held the little clothes, her eyes full of kind smiles.

Qin Ye sat by the window, lazily crossing his legs, looking at the servants passing by outside from time to time. He watched them busy and hummed in response from time to time.

The sun shines in, lazy and sleepy.

"The princess will definitely give birth to a little prince. Look at her round belly, it must be a son." Yue'er said with a smile.

"Princess, you should exercise more. The closer the date is, the more you should walk. I heard that this will help with the birth." Yun Ying said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Qianyi clapped his hands:

"Wow! Yunying looks very experienced. It's obvious that she has done a lot of homework. Are you planning to give birth to a baby for me?"

Yun Ying: “…”

After just three sentences, the two started arguing.

You said something, I said something, and then we went out cursing.

When Concubine Tong saw this, she held her forehead and shook her head helplessly:

"Look at how this young marquis hangs out at Prince Chen's mansion every day. Xiaoye, don't you find it annoying? Why don't you marry Yunying off? This will also save the young marquis from bothering you every day."

Qin Ye supported his chin and leaned lazily in the chair.

"Let young people's affairs take their own course. I don't want to interfere."

"You sound like you're in your seventies or eighties. Aren't you only one or two years older than Yunying?"

Qin Ye smiled and said nothing.

Not long after, Zong Zhengchen came back.

It was lunch time, so he held Qin Ye in his arms and fed him mouthful by mouthful with his own hands. This made Tongfei, Yue'er and others sitting nearby jealous, and they shivered and walked away jealously, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

"Why did the Emperor keep you for so long?"

Qin Ye asked.

Zong Zhengchen paused for a moment, then said in a normal tone:

"We talked about some important matters in the court."

"oh."

Qin Ye nodded, said nothing, and continued eating. After dinner, he went to the garden to bask in the sun and take a walk.

night.

When sleeping, Zong Zhengchen hugged Qin Ye tightly and refused to let go, and even struggled to get into her arms, just like a baby who wanted to be fed, which made Qin Ye laugh.

"What's wrong with you today?" She held up his face.

He lowered his chin, broke free of her hand, and buried his head in her chest again, speaking in a muffled voice:

"Miss you."

After that, he added:

"Very much."

Qin Ye smiled: "Am I not right here?"

This time, the man didn't answer.

At an angle where she couldn't see, his eyes were heavy, and some words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know where to start, and he didn't even say the last word.

Everything he did was for her and for this family.

He had to go to the Northern Frontier.

The army has been transferred there. He will ride the fastest horse and rush there day and night. He will reach the northern border in three days at the earliest. He will try to deal with the unrest of the Huns as quickly as possible and will definitely return before she gives birth.

One and a half months.

Forty days!

He will definitely come back!

Late at night, when everything was quiet and the woman was fast asleep, Zong Zhengchen got up quietly, looked at the woman sleeping peacefully under the warm yellow candlelight, and stroked her cheek reluctantly.

Inch by inch.

Eyebrows, eyes, and contours.

"Ye, wait for me, I'll take care of this matter. From now on, our family will never be separated again!"

He stared at her deeply.

Stood for a long, long time.

It was late at night, the dew was thick, and the night wind was blowing gently. In the room, the man had quietly left.

On the couch.

Qin Ye turned over, touched the empty quilt beside him, and paused.

I said nothing, pretending I knew nothing, only a tear of reluctance quietly slipped down.