Under Chu Yuening's orderly arrangements, the move-in to the factory dormitory gradually got on track.
After finishing this matter, she concentrated on preparing for the birth. Her due date is around mid-May, which is less than a month away.
Moreover, there was a possibility that the twins would be born prematurely, so she did not dare to take it lightly and stayed in Qinian Palace obediently every day.
After Ying Zheng had grasped the general direction of the new Qin law, he handed it over to Li Si, Xiao He and others to perfect the details, and then submitted it for review after it was finalized.
He then moved the memorial to Qinian Palace, where he handled government affairs while taking care of his wife who was about to give birth.
"Yuening, it's time to go out for a walk."
After reviewing a stack of memorials, Ying Zheng raised his phoenix eyes, looked at the woman curled up on the sofa, and spoke in a gentle voice.
Chu Yuening was reading a novel about a domineering CEO with great interest. When she heard the man's timely reminder, the mysterious smile on the corner of her lips froze instantly.
She rolled her bright eyes, pretending not to hear, and quietly moved the book up little by little until it covered the little face that was the size of a palm.
This naive look of trying to cover up one's own faults made Ying Zheng smile softly. He strode to the sofa, leaned over and took the woman and the book into his arms, teasing her with a hint of joking.
"Since Yue Ning is unwilling to get out of bed, then my dear will carry you there."
“No, no, no!”
"A Zheng, I was wrong... I can just walk down by myself~"
Recalling the days ago when she was carried for a walk by A Zheng and the burning gazes of the palace maids, Chu Yuening felt that her graceful and dignified image as a queen was shattered.
She quickly put her arms around the man's neck and kissed his thin lips flatteringly, her soft and sweet voice full of pleading.
Seeing the woman begging for mercy, Ying Zheng stopped teasing her, gently put her down, and put his arm around her plump waist and walked out of the hall.
The autumn wind was bleak with a hint of coolness. The golden leaves on the trees fell with the wind and swirled in the air.
Ying Zheng put a cloak and hat on his young wife, and took her hand as they walked slowly along the bluestone path. After a while, he suddenly glanced sideways and asked.
"Yuening, is there anything you want for your birthday?"
"Hmm...it seems like there's nothing I want."
"Why don't we just forget about my birthday this year? The babies are going to be born soon."
Chu Yuening replied hesitantly, then lowered her head slightly and touched her bulging belly, her whole body emitting the gentle glow of motherhood.
The woman was wearing a white cloak, and the fluffy white brim of her hat made her face look even more radiant and translucent. In the autumn scenery of the garden, she was like a cool and gentle bright moon.
Ying Zheng stopped and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. His deep phoenix eyes looked straight into hers, and there was a rare hint of seriousness in his gentle voice.
"Yuening, there's no need to compromise yourself for the sake of the child."
"Whether you're a wife or a mother, you're always the most important."
The man's words were not sweet talk, but Chu Yuening's heart trembled, as if a gentle spring breeze melted the snow.
She looked into the eyes filled with quiet and gentle waves, and a smile gradually appeared on her cold and beautiful face, light and pure.
Just like the petals of a crabapple tree swaying in the moonlight, a breeze blows by, and the pink and white petals fall to the ground, with a breathtaking quiet beauty.
Even though Chu Yuening didn't say anything, Ying Zheng already understood.
He stretched out his big palm and wrapped it around his wife's small hand. The warmth flowed between their skin and also blended with their hearts.
The golden fallen leaves lay dejectedly on the ground, waiting to be worn away and melted away by time...
A pair of lovers strolled in it, holding each other and snuggling with each other, their sincere love flowing quietly, as if even time could not wear it away.
On April 30th, Chu Yuening celebrated her third birthday.
"Mom! Are you up?"
"Zhao Zhao is here to give mother a gift~"
Early in the morning, Ying Zhao, dressed in disheveled clothes, hurried to find his mother, determined to be the first one to give her a gift.
Ying Zheng, who had just coaxed his little wife to sleep for a while, suddenly felt his brow twitch. He glanced at the noisy little kid and suddenly felt a little itchy in his palm.
...Forget it, today is a happy day, it is not appropriate to use violence.
Chu Yuening opened her eyes hazily and saw a chubby little ball rushing towards her. She pulled her hand out from under the quilt and tugged at the man's sleeve.
Ying Zheng had no choice but to help the woman up, took out his coat and put it on her, then picked up the boy, wanting to see what tricks he was going to play next.
"Happy birthday, mother!"
"This is a gift prepared by Zhao Zhao. Mother will definitely like it."
Ying Zhao sat in his father's hard arms, missing his mother's sweet and soft embrace very much, but the baby was still in his mother's belly, so he had to give up.
He lowered his head and fumbled in the small pocket of his clothes for a while, then took out a red cloth bag. He held the bag tightly and handed it to his mother.
Chu Yuening took the exquisite cloth bag and did not open it in a hurry. Instead, she rubbed the baby's messy hair, and her voice sounded a little lazy as she had just woken up.
"Thank you, my dear~"
"No matter what my son gives me, my mother will like it."
After saying that, she opened the cloth bag and reached in. When she touched a round, cold object, she took it out in confusion.
What appeared before her was a white jade bead of excellent quality, but the cloth bag was still heavy, so she continued to take it out.
Brilliant golden cakes, sparkling white jade beads, dazzling gemstones, exquisite silver ornaments...
There were actually more than a dozen pieces in total, and each one was worth a lot of money.
Ying Zheng glanced at the dazzling array of jewels and raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the little brat had sneaked into his private vault again?
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