The pregnant woman pressed down on the wife, and the cousin collapsed into the prince's arms.

Shen Yunshuang wore a light smoky pink soft silk dress. The entire dress was a very light smoky pink, unlike the bright peach pink, but it had its own ethereal and fairy-like quality, which made her skin look fair and translucent. However, for some reason today, there was a sense of weariness between her brows and eyes, and her voice was also somewhat listless and weak.

Upon seeing this, Madam Wang couldn't help but worry and asked a few questions: "Shuang'er, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Although it's spring, you've always been weak, so you still need to be careful."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Shen Yunshuang felt a little embarrassed. She replied, "Aunt, there's no need to worry. I just didn't sleep well last night and my chest feels a little tight now."

Pei Jingnian took in her frail appearance and noticed her thin clothing. He immediately ordered a servant, "Go and bring my cloak for the concubine. She is weak and cannot withstand the wind."

This blatant favoritism infuriated Su Wanrou. Her hands were already clenched tightly at her sides, her fingertips turning white. Looking at Shen Yunshuang's seductive appearance, a dark cloud settled over her eyes, and she thought to herself, "That bitch is just being pretentious."

The Flower Festival is a time for worshipping the Flower Goddess. The first wish is for eternal youth and good health year after year. The second wish is for a son soon, and for a safe and blessed pregnancy.

After all, the Flower Festival has always been associated with the meaning of "flowers blooming and bearing fruit".

Wang was the first to step forward, holding incense sticks, offering earnest prayers with a devout attitude.

Next was Su Wanrou, whose demeanor was dignified and impeccable.

When it was Shen Yunshuang's turn, she had just received the three sticks of incense from the maid when she felt nauseous and her body swayed, almost dropping the incense sticks. She was about to fall.

"Your Majesty!" Everyone was clearly stunned by the sudden turn of events. Pei Jingnian reacted the fastest, rushing forward to support Shen Yunshuang as she fell, his brows furrowed with worry: "Shuang'er, what happened to you?"

Shen Yunshuang leaned against him, feeling dizzy. Her face was as white as the thin snow on the branches. She forced herself to wave her hand and said in a weak voice, "It's nothing. Maybe the spring breeze is too cool. I feel a little dizzy."

She tried to support her forehead with her hand, but a wave of nausea washed over her, and she couldn't help but turn her head away, cover her mouth with a handkerchief, and gag twice.

Su Wanrou stood to the side, initially stunned, but then a secret joy welled up in her heart. She secretly wondered if Shen Yunshuang had contracted some kind of acute illness.

Wang, however, was an experienced woman. Seeing Shen Yunshuang vomiting, a thought flashed through her mind that she herself could hardly believe: Could it be that Shuang'er is pregnant?!

The thought made Wang feel dizzy, and she said in a trembling voice, "Quick! Help Yunshuang to the warm pavilion to rest, and immediately send someone to fetch Doctor Zhang, go at once!"

Seeing the person in his arms looking uncomfortable, Pei Jingnian didn't delay any longer. He picked up Shen Yunshuang and rushed into the warm pavilion.

The Flower Festival was ruined just like that. Su Wanrou looked at the banquet she had carefully planned, now completely forgotten, and everyone was surrounding Shen Yunshuang. She was furious and muttered, "What a disgrace to the Flower Festival!"

She didn't notice that Zhou Mama, who had been serving her, had turned several inches pale.

Having given birth and possessing medical knowledge, Madam Zhou naturally thought of that possibility immediately. However, she still couldn't believe it, and looking at her mistress's appearance, she was speechless. Since it wasn't confirmed yet, she only whispered, "Let's go in and take a look."

Su Wanrou scoffed coldly. She had no desire to see it! To see how worried her husband was about Shen Yunshuang? To see how pretentious that bitch was? She would find it an eyesore!

However, now that everyone has entered the cabinet, she doesn't need to stay here alone in the cold wind. Besides, she also wants to know what illness Shen Yunshuang has.

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Pei Jingnian carried Shen Yunshuang to the soft couch and laid her down. Madam Wang, filled with joy, said very carefully, "Slowly, slowly."

He turned to the maid and instructed, "Quickly, go and get a blanket to cover the concubine."

Once inside, Shen Yunshuang's nausea subsided considerably, but after all that commotion, her breathing was still somewhat unsteady, her slender body trembled slightly, and a thin layer of tears welled up in her clear eyes, making her look pitiful and clearly in great discomfort.

Pei Jingnian's brows furrowed with worry: "Why are you vomiting all the time? Did you eat something unclean?"

Shen Yunshuang's voice was weak and feeble, but she still did not forget to comfort Pei Jingnian: "Your Highness, there is no need to worry. Shuang'er feels much better."

Looking at Shen Yunshuang, Wang felt a mix of emotions, both worried and happy. She desperately wanted to know if... if her long-awaited wish had finally come true!

Doctor Zhang arrived quickly. Before he could even catch his breath, Pei Jingnian instructed him not to stand on ceremony and to go directly to take his pulse.

Doctor Zhang stepped forward as instructed, his fingertips lightly touching Shen Yunshuang's wrist. He first frowned slightly, then his face lit up with barely suppressed joy. He rose and replied, "Congratulations, Madam! Congratulations, Young Master! The Consort's pulse is smooth and flowing, like rolling pearls—it's a sign of pregnancy, and she's been pregnant for over a month. However, Your Highness was born with weak blood and qi. Although the pregnancy is stable, you still need careful recuperation and must absolutely avoid overexertion or stress!"

"A happy pulse! It really is a happy pulse?!" Upon hearing this, Madam Wang's eyes welled up with tears! Her long-cherished wish had finally come true at this moment, and it was her most beloved niece who was pregnant. How could she not be happy! The resolution of her long-standing heartache was almost overwhelming her reason.

"I have practiced medicine for many years and I would never make a mistake in my diagnosis, please rest assured, Madam," Doctor Zhang replied confidently.

Pei Jingnian's mind went blank. He had been preoccupied with worry about Shuang'er's illness, but he never expected that such a huge surprise awaited him.

His eyes were filled with shock, joy, and overwhelming pity. He looked down at Shen Yunshuang, his hand involuntarily resting on her flat stomach, and his voice choked with emotion: "Shuang'er...we...we have a child."

This scene pierced Su Wanrou's eyes. Her whole body stiffened, as if all her blood had been drained away. How could this be?! Wasn't Shen Yunshuang congenitally weak and unable to conceive?! How could she have become pregnant in just a few months after entering the manor?!

"No! Impossible, Dr. Zhang, didn't you say that the concubine was born with a weak constitution and it would be difficult for her to conceive? Could it be that you made a mistake in the diagnosis!" She lost her temper and questioned him sharply.

This loss of composure greatly displeased Wang Shi and Pei Jingnian, who were immersed in joy, and they couldn't help but frown.

However, what Su Wanrou said was indeed true; the issue of offspring could not tolerate the slightest mistake.

Doctor Zhang stroked his beard, unfazed by the question: "I did say that before, but the concubine's pulse today is absolutely certain. I have practiced medicine for decades; if I couldn't even detect a simple pregnancy pulse, I'd probably have to hang myself. Although the concubine is naturally weak, she is blessed with good fortune, and her successful pregnancy must be a blessing from heaven."