Spring has come again.
Apricot blossoms and pear blossoms in the rain, spring is in full bloom.
In the capital of Chu, flowers were in full bloom and the weather was exceptionally fine.
Yun Chan feigned illness and asked Yun Tan to learn how to handle government affairs. Afterwards, she changed her appearance and took Yuan Yao out for a spring outing.
Of course, those who came together included the Ninth Prince, Ying, Xie Ning, He Yin, Can Feng Po Yue, and a group of secret guards.
In addition, there are round, plump glutinous rice balls and nimble snowballs.
Snowball was the little puppy that Yun Chan brought back from outside the palace to keep Tangyuan company.
A family of more than ten people, living a lively and bustling life.
Over the years, Yuan Yao and Yun Chan's relationship has remained as good as ever.
Under Yun Chan's doting care, Yuan Yao, apart from growing older and becoming more and more beautiful, still retains the same personality as when she was a young girl.
Sweet and soft, her coquettishness is irresistible.
That day.
Across the river from the capital of Chu lies Fenghe City.
I went to bed a little late again last night.
The chill of early spring has just dissipated, and the morning breeze is still a bit cool.
Yuan Yao was wrapped in a brocade quilt, her black hair loose, her eyes closed, lying softly on the bed, her jade-like arms gently resting on the edge of the bed.
After lying down for a while, I changed my position again.
After lying there for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she changed her position and let out a soft moan.
Yun Chan brought in a basin of warm water and pushed the door open, and all that could be heard was her soft, whimpering voice.
After setting down the wooden basin and closing the half-open window, Yun Chan sat down by the bed and gently asked, "Yao'er, are you getting up?"
"snort……"
A very soft humming sound came from under the covers.
Yun Chan chuckled softly, bent down, and asked, "Is your back still sore?"
Yuan Yao then opened her eyes, her sweet and soft voice carrying a hint of the hoarseness unique to someone who has just woken up: "It's all your fault!"
You've been married for so long, aren't you tired of each other yet?
In bed, he's always like a hungry wolf…
Yun Chan's beautiful eyes deepened, and she lowered her voice, saying, "I'll never get tired of doing what I love with you."
Yuan Yao: "..."
Her face burned from the roots of her ears.
She gently turned over and gasped, "Yun Chan, I... I think I'm about to get my period, my lower abdomen feels a little uncomfortable..."
"Hmm?" Yun Chan frowned upon hearing this and said, "Didn't your period just end a little over ten days ago?"
Yeah?
Yuan Yao shrank back slightly: "Could something be wrong? My lower abdomen hurts a little, and my back is also a bit sore."
Lower abdominal pain?
Yun Chan immediately became worried.
He reached into the blankets, his warm, dry palm gently touching Yuan Yao's abdomen through the thin fabric, channeling his inner energy to gently massage it.
Yuan Yao felt the warmth of his palm, closed her eyes, and muttered, "It's all your fault! You must have been too restless last night!"
Yun Chan felt both heartache and guilt. While rubbing her, she said, "I'm sorry, Yao'er. I was too indulgent last night. Next time, I will definitely be gentler."
Seeing his sincere attitude, Yuan Yao couldn't bring herself to blame him for a moment.
After all, Yun Chan had already shown enough restraint.
It's all his fault... um... he developed too well...
After massaging for a while, Yuan Yao felt much better.
She clung lazily to Yun Chan like a pendant, letting him help her dress, wash her face, rinse her mouth, and style her hair...
After getting ready, the two went upstairs together.
The six-story building, with its carved beams and painted rafters, was exquisite and luxurious; it was the residence that Yun Chan had prepared outside the palace.
The first floor is where the bodyguards live on weekdays, and it comes with a spacious courtyard, suitable for daily martial arts training and fitness, and also for barbecues and the like.
Xie Ning and He Yin lived on the second floor.
On the third floor, the Ninth Prince and Ying live.
Yuan Yao and Yun Chan live on the fifth floor, while the fourth floor is empty and has been converted into a very large study.
When the building was built, special materials were used, and great attention was paid to both sound insulation and aesthetics. It took three years to complete.
I finally moved into the house this spring.
The sixth floor features large, floor-to-ceiling windows, used for dining, enjoying the view, and drinking tea.
Upon reaching the sixth floor, the aroma of food filled the air.
Yuan Yao only took one sniff before her brows furrowed.
Yun Chan helped her up and asked, "Yao'er, what's wrong?"
Yuan Yao shook her head.
By the window, the table was laden with delicate side dishes and porridge cooked in a clay pot.
Before she even got close, Yuan Yao could smell a fishy odor.
Before she could even speak, Xie Ning turned around with a smile and said, "Little Yao'er, Yun Chan, you've come at the right time. It's time for breakfast!"
This morning's breakfast included fish fillet congee, silverfish and egg custard, and crispy deep-fried small yellow croaker...
"vomit……"
An abrupt sound of retching interrupted Xie Ning's recitation of the dishes.
Xie Ning: "..."
The radiant smile froze on her face.
Yun Chan immediately helped Yuan Yao up: "Yao'er..."
Just then, the Ninth Prince came up from downstairs carrying a scroll.
His eyes turned slightly cold: "What's wrong?"
"vomit……"
His response was a dry heave.
Nine Thousand Years Old: "..."
His face immediately turned cold: "Xie Ning!"
"Coming, coming!" Xie Ning smoothed his hair, rolled up his sleeves, and waved, "Yun Chan, quickly help Xiao Yao'er over!"
After speaking, he pulled over a chair.
Yun Chan bent down, picked Yuan Yao up horizontally, and put her down next to the chair.
He hurriedly poured a glass of warm water.
Yuan Yao covered her mouth with one hand and waved her other hand gently.
She didn't want to drink water.
Her eyes were slightly watery and a little red from gagging.
She looked up at the Ninth Prince: "Father, Yao'er is alright... Ugh..."
Nine Thousand Years Old: "..."
Yuan Yao has rarely been sick in recent years.
Even a slight cold will get better quickly.
This is the first time I've seen a situation like today.
He bent down, gently patted Yuan Yao, and said softly, "Be good, don't say anything yet."
After saying that, he coldly said to Xie Ning, "Quickly take a look at Xiao Yao'er!"
Their attitudes are completely different.
Xie Ning was used to it.
"Uncle, please sit down." Yun Chan moved a chair over.
Xie Ning lifted the hem of his robe, sat down opposite Yuan Yao, and propped himself up on his knees: "Little Yao, come here, give your little uncle your hand."
Yuan Yao's eyes were watery, and she obediently did as she was told.
Xie Ning squinted, her cool fingertips gently touching Yuan Yao's pulse.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by.
The aroma of fish wafts on the wind, rich and fragrant.
"scare!"
"vomit……"
Xie Ning and Yuan Yao almost jumped up at the same time.
"Uncle, how is it?"
Yun Chan's face turned pale instantly, and her heart jumped into her throat.
The Ninth Prince pursed his thin lips, staring coldly at Xie Ning as if he wanted to kill her.
Xie Ning, his hands trembling, removed his hand from Yuan Yao's pulse.
His lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
The Ninth Prince was furious: "Xie Ning, are you sick in the head?"
"I...I...I..." Xie Ning stammered, her face flushed, "Yes, yes..."
Nine Thousand Years Old: "?"
Yun Chan's heart sank.
The guards training in the courtyard downstairs all stopped and craned their necks to look up at the building, as if they wanted to see through the entire building.
Just then, Heyin and Ying came upstairs together.
Sensing the strange atmosphere, Ying asked, "What happened?"
Xie Ning turned his head: "Master!"
Tsuru-on: "..."
He said in a clear and gentle voice, "Ah Ning, my hearing is very good, you don't need to shout so loudly."
Before the words had even finished, the Ninth Prince spoke up: "Heyin, your disciple is useless. He has disgraced the sect. Get rid of him."
"Come here and take Xiao Yao'er's pulse."
Um?
Heyin looked up at Yuanyao.
Yuan Yao opened her mouth blankly: "Uncle Heyin, I think..."
I'm sick.
"Little Yao'er is pregnant!!!"
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