The bitter cold wind howled like a knife, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes that lashed the window frames. Through this blizzard, Imperial Physician Zhang sped, breathlessly arriving at the Prime Minister's residence. As soon as he entered the courtyard of the delivery room, he ran headfirst into Su Qingyao, knife in hand, eyes wide open. The knife gleamed coldly in the gloomy sky, and Su Qingyao's gaze shot at him like a sharp arrow, as if she would kill him in the next second.
"If anything happens to my sister, this knife will chop off your head!" Su Qingyao's voice trembled slightly with anger and worry, but with an unquestionable determination, like words squeezed out from between teeth, which seemed particularly clear and chilling in the wind and snow.
"Hurry!" Jiang Yan, anxious, flung open the door. Su Jinli's painful moans were like a sharp knife, piercing his heart and making him tremble. His eyes were bloodshot, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, completely ignoring the cold wind and snow.
Upon hearing this, Imperial Physician Zhang rushed into the room in two steps. He quickly reached Su Jinli's bedside and reached out to take her pulse. With just a light touch, his pupils instantly constricted, and his expression became extremely solemn. "Not good! The croton has damaged the root!" He knew the urgency of the situation and could not afford any delay. He hurriedly dug out the ginseng slices from his medicine box and carefully stuffed them into Su Jinli's mouth. At the same time, he turned to Jiang Yan and said anxiously, "Master Jiang, quickly! Get my golden needle!"
At that moment, the snowstorm outside the window intensified, threatening to engulf the entire world. At this critical moment, Prime Minister Su rushed in with the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. As soon as the Emperor entered the courtyard, he saw the gleaming kitchen knife in Su Qingyao's hand outside the delivery room. He swallowed subconsciously, groaning inwardly, and cautiously advised, "Su Qingyao, put the knife down..."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Su Qingyao straightened her back, stiffened her neck, and her eyes were as firm as a rock. "Let's talk about it after my sister gives birth!" There was no room for negotiation in her tone, as if even the emperor's order would not allow her to put down the weapon in her hand to protect her sister.
"Good! What a heroine!" The Queen Mother was sitting in the sedan chair and witnessed this scene. Not only was she not angry, but a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes. She laughed so hard that she clapped the armrest and admired Su Qingyao's strong will and courage.
In this tense, almost frozen atmosphere, time seemed to stretch infinitely longer. Inside the delivery room, Imperial Doctor Zhang focused intently on the rescue, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. Every movement he made was tinged with desperate determination. Jiang Yan stood by, tightly gripping Su Jinli's hand, as if imparting his strength to her. His eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and he dared not look away even for a moment.
Half an hour passed slowly in the agony of everyone. Finally, two clear, resounding cries rang out from the delivery room, like the breaking light of dawn, instantly shattering the oppressive atmosphere. The midwife's face was filled with joy, cradling the two tiny babies, her voice trembling with excitement: "Congratulations, Master Jiang! They're twins, a boy and a girl!" This announcement of good news finally brought relief to everyone present.
Jiang Yan's eyes instantly welled up at the happy news, and he rushed into the delivery room impatiently. He saw Su Jinli had fallen into a coma, but a satisfied smile adorned her pale face. That smile, like the warm sun on a winter's day, dispelled the gloom in Jiang Yan's heart. He gently walked to the bedside and slowly took her hand, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. Then, he lowered his head and gently kissed away the remaining tears on her cheek, his gesture filled with heartache and gratitude.
Upon hearing the midwife's good news, the emperor couldn't contain his joy and hurried over to take a look. He first looked at the baby boy, whose rosy face and eyes bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Yan. He couldn't help but smile and exclaim, "This boy looks like Jiang Yan!" He then turned to look at the baby girl, whose delicate features were a stark resemblance to Su Jinli's childhood. The emperor couldn't help but applaud, "This girl looks like Jinli!"
The emperor looked at the adorable twins with great interest. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He clapped his hands and said, "I will give them names! The boy will be named Jiang Siyan, meaning he will not forget his father and will inherit Jiang Yan's talent and virtue. The girl will be named Jiang Nianli, hoping that she will remember her mother and be as smart and kind as Su Jinli."
Jiang Yan was slightly startled when he heard the emperor's name, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. Meanwhile, Su Jinli, still in her coma, seemed to hear this blessed name, her lips curled up slightly, and she laughed out loud. As if in a dream, she too felt this joy and blessing, knowing that the child she had given birth to after so much hardship would have a bright future, blessed by the love and blessings of everyone.
As time went by, Jiang Siyan and Jiang Nianli grew up under the care of their parents. Jiang Siyan inherited his father Jiang Yan's intelligence and composure, and from a young age he showed a keen interest in classics, history, and literature. He often immersed himself in his study, eagerly absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. His eyes revealed a determination. Whenever he encountered a difficult problem, he would frown and ponder, unwilling to give up until he found the answer. Jiang Yan was delighted to see his son so eager to learn, and he personally taught him, hoping that he would become a pillar of the country in the future.
Jiang Nianli, like her mother, Su Jinli, was intelligent and lively, her smile as warm and bright as a flower blooming in spring. She possessed a remarkable talent for poetry and painting, often spending her days in the garden, surrounded by blossoming flowers, painting the beauty she envisioned on paper. Su Jinli doted on her daughter, not only teaching her poetry and songs but also imparting wisdom and social skills, hoping she would grow into a well-educated, gentle, and kind woman.
In this warm and big family, Jiang Siyan and Jiang Nianli grew up happily. Young Marquis Su often took Jiang Siyan to the suburbs for horseback riding and archery, teaching him how to strengthen his body and cultivate his courage and perseverance. Jiang Siyan studied very seriously and could accurately hit the bull's eye every time he shot arrows, which made Young Marquis Su amazed. Su Qingyao would accompany Jiang Nianli to make various exquisite handicrafts, teach her how to appreciate music and dance, and cultivate her artistic accomplishment. Jiang Nianli was clever and skillful, and the handicrafts she made were often eye-catching. Her dancing was also as light and graceful as a dancing butterfly.
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