Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Fu Changming was invited to the main courtyard at noon.

Seeing that everyone inside was acting cautiously, he went in, puzzled.

"What's wrong? Who's bothered you again?" His voice was so loud that the people inside could hear him clearly even before he entered the room.

Shen Yun glared at him: "Keep your voice down, don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't show off your loud voice?"

Fu Changming saw her lying on the sandalwood couch, covered with a thin blanket, her face slightly pale.

He walked over in a few steps, looking slightly anxious.

"Are you sick?" Otherwise, why would you be covered up when the weather isn't cold?

Shen Yun frowned: "Pah, what nonsense, you're the one who's sick." She then gestured to her confidant, telling him the situation and not to make wild guesses or curse her.

The confidant relayed Dr. Zheng's diagnosis from that morning and offered his congratulations to the commander-in-chief.

Fu Changming was naturally delighted, as another child had been born to him: "Oh my, this is truly remarkable! The father is amazing, and the wife is amazing too."

"Is the child alright?"

After all, the lady is not young.

Shen Yun: No, Dr. Zheng said I need to take good care of myself. If you don't get angry with me, I'll be fine.

This made no sense. For the sake of the child, Fu Changming didn't argue with her. He walked over and plopped down next to his wife.

His hand tentatively reached towards Shen Yun's belly, but after touching it for a while, he remembered that the baby was only a month old, and he subconsciously slapped his head.

"I must be crazy, my baby is only a month old and hasn't even grown yet."

You definitely can't touch it.

Shen Yun laughed heartily, completely ignoring his dark expression. After laughing enough, she said, "Why don't you come here less often from now on? Otherwise, what if the child looks like you?"

Her family consists of cultured and refined individuals.

Unlike Fu Changming.

"Hey, I'm her biological father. So what if she looks like me? It's her good fortune to look like me." Fu Changming frowned and spoke.

"Keep your voice down."

"Hey, you're getting grumpy." The voice was noticeably lower.

Shen Yun ignored him, but some people get more enthusiastic the more you ignore them, like Fu Changming.

He had to come to the main hospital every day to talk to the baby in Shen Yun's belly.

Sometimes, he would also have a book in his hand, a children's primer, on which he could recognize most of the words.

Read it word by word; as for the explanation, that's Shen Yun's job.

Because of the actions of the Marshal and his wife, the Marshal's mansion inevitably became less enthusiastic about Fu Jing, especially since the First Madam was carrying a legitimate child.

I heard that the First Madam is pregnant and the baby is healthy.

Who knows, the general's career might need to be inherited by someone else in the future.

Trouble always exists wherever people are; sometimes you have the upper hand, and sometimes I'm the one who comes out on top.

Fu Jing was being called into the room by his aunt, who said that the child the First Madam was carrying posed a threat to him, and that the life of the heir to the Marshal's Mansion and the life of the young master of the Marshal's Mansion were two different things.

"...Ah Jing, you shouldn't go out and date shady people anymore. You should get closer to the Commander, or you might end up with nothing."

Fu Jing pinched a peanut candy between two fingers, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, ate it, took a sip of tea, and then opened his mouth.

"Auntie, don't worry, Father wouldn't do that. Besides, I'm more than ten years younger than her, how could I be inferior to her?"

"The general really likes her now."

"It's just a passing fancy. Don't worry, no one can take what your son wants from you," Fu Jing said confidently, raising an eyebrow.

He didn't believe his father, who had doted on him for over a decade, would change.

Looking at the outstanding child she had given birth to, the aunt suddenly realized that she had been making a fuss over nothing.

The position of commander-in-chief will eventually belong to her son.

The turmoil in the Marshal's mansion also affected those around him. At least Li Xing believed that the Marshal's talent was not just a fleeting attraction.

After all, even the general picked up books he didn't like for the sake of his unborn child.

He reads each word aloud, hoping to be able to read it fluently in front of his child, so that the child knows that he, as the father, is excellent.

Li Xing came out of the Marshal's office, and before he could even close the door, he heard the Marshal reading aloud again. He thought to himself, "The First Madam is quite shrewd."

He really wasn't sure who the ultimate winner in life would be.

For a time, she no longer complained about her son being born late, and the idea of ​​her daughter and the third young master meeting by chance also quietly disappeared.

September has passed, and October has arrived.

In the season of harvest, the people of Yunyang City received some good news.

The warlord's wife became pregnant, so all taxes that were originally to be collected were reduced by half, as a way of praying for the baby's well-being.

People born in chaotic times value tangible things, and when Commander Fu gave them tangible things, they were sincerely grateful.

When people talk about collecting taxes, they often mention the warlord's newborn son, and then they praise him and pray for his well-being.

Hopefully, when the child is born next year, Marshal Fu will still be happy and want to pray for her, hoping to further reduce their taxes.

Even just one percent would be fine.

Some far-sighted people shared their plans with others, and many people agreed with them, especially when they prayed to Buddha or other deities.

Also, help the child of Marshal Fu's family and ask her to be liked by Marshal Fu.

Suddenly, the temple came alive again. They couldn't offer much incense money, but they could bring in people.

The people of Yunyang City were especially devout, as they were the closest to General Fu's rule and thus benefited the most.

No official dared to squeeze their tax revenue this year, otherwise, if Marshal Fu found out, who knows what the eccentric Marshal would do.

Yes, their minds have changed; it's their way of saying things that sounds better.

Another version of the story is that the First Lady was so skillful that she managed to bewitch the Marshal into becoming a good father.

Some people countered that if it really was the First Madam's doing, why didn't she use it when the Eldest Young Master was born?

Another person explained that it was because the First Madam had lived for more than twenty years, and her power had increased, which happened to be transferred to the child in her womb.

In any case, they didn't believe the commander-in-chief was a good father; they only believed he had been misled.

That's not entirely untrue.

The red key wrapped around Mingqi's wrist faintly turned orange, and it appeared to heal Shen Yun.

Shen Yun has had no worries about food, drink, or daily necessities over the years, but the troubles of a warlord are no less than those of an ordinary family.

The thought of Fu Jing inheriting Fu Changming's army made her furious.

Prolonged anger will naturally harm your health.

When Shen Yun woke up, she felt completely comfortable, as if she had taken an elixir, but she knew she hadn't.

So she lowered her head, her voice gentle as she looked at her belly: "Baby, it's you, isn't it?"

"My good child."

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Shen Yun had already attributed the benefits she had gained to the child in her womb.

Fu An, the eldest son of the Fu family, and Wang Ruo, the eldest daughter-in-law, came to visit Shen Yun, only to find that she exuded a gentle aura.

I couldn't help but be taken aback.

Shen Yun's image in the mansion was cold, hard, and decisive.

There has never been such a mild time.