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

The manor has begun preparing swaddling clothes for the young prince. All the clothes are made of Hangzhou white silk and have been washed many times. They feel as soft as cloud and will not harm the baby's delicate skin.

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At Chenshi (7-9 AM), Linglan appeared at Jinlan Courtyard as usual, carrying a gilded wooden box. Upon seeing Su Wanrou reclining on the soft couch, she put on a gentle and respectful smile, curtsied, and softly said, "Your Majesty's pregnancy is a joyous occasion. I have nothing to offer, but these few pieces of clothing were made by my own hands. I hope Your Majesty will not find them offensive."

As she spoke, the maid beside her opened the wooden box. The bottom of the box was covered with clean white cotton wadding, and on top were neatly arranged a short jacket with a front opening, a diamond-shaped bib, and a soft cloth baby hat.

Although it's not particularly luxurious, the embroidery is exquisite, showing that it was done with care.

Su Wanrou leaned against the fragrant floral-patterned soft pillow, casually glancing at the clothes. A mocking sneer flashed in her eyes. Each piece of clothing was exquisite. Just looking at the embroidery, it was clear that it was not made in a day. It was probably not made for the child in her womb, but for the child in Shen Yunshuang's womb!

Now that they see she is pregnant with a legitimate son, they've started to switch allegiances and fawn over her.

Su Wanrou sneered inwardly as she looked at Linglan, who was bowing and fawning. "What a treacherous, opportunistic woman."

However, she quite appreciated this opportunism. With her hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, Su Wanrou spoke in a condescending tone, tinged with arrogance: "It's kind of you to go to such lengths."

Whether she actually used the items was secondary; Su Wanrou simply enjoyed the feeling of being pampered.

She lightly touched her waist with her hand, thinking to herself that once she gave birth to a legitimate son, no one would be able to surpass her. Shen Yunshuang and her child, no matter how favored they were, would only be suppressed by her forever, with no chance of ever turning the tables.

Linglan chatted with Su Wanrou for a while, and Su Wanrou was pleased by her coaxing, so she casually gave her a silver ingot as a reward.

After Linglan returned, she casually tossed the silver ingot onto the table. At this moment, the gentle and obsequious expression on her face had completely disappeared, leaving only a calm expression.

She ran her fingertips along the orchid-colored purse tied to her waist. It was given to her by Shen Yunshuang, who instructed her to wear it and spend more time with Su Wanrou.

What's in this purse? Lily of the Valley has no idea.

However, she obeyed the concubine in everything. Back then, Su Wanrou had cruelly harmed her, depriving her of the right to be a mother and nearly causing her death. It was Shen Yunshuang who saved her from the brink of death. She had no way to repay such a great kindness, and she was willing to be at the concubine's beck and call long ago.

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In the golden autumn of October, when the weather is usually clear and crisp, the Yongning Marquis's residence is shrouded in an extremely tense and solemn atmosphere.

Ningxiang Pavilion had already been cleaned spotlessly. In order to ensure that the concubine could give birth smoothly, Lady Wang ordered that no unauthorized personnel were allowed to approach Ningxiang Pavilion.

The servants in the pavilion were forbidden from making loud noises or moving around freely. Even the cicadas that were constantly chirping were caught in nets in advance.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Shen Yunshuang, who was giving birth in the pavilion at that moment.

Pei Jingnian was dressed in casual clothes, his usually calm and composed face filled with anxiety and worry. He couldn't sit still and paced back and forth outside the delivery room. Every time a faint groan came from inside, his brows would furrow even more.

Although Wang was sitting upright in the chair, she unconsciously stroked the Buddhist prayer beads in her hands, showing her great worry.

The delivery room was filled with steam, and the boiling water in the copper chamber was steaming with white mist.

Shen Yunshuang leaned against the soft pillows, beneath which lay several layers of brocade quilts. Her once beautiful and charming face was now pale and translucent, her black hair completely soaked with sweat and clinging to her cheeks. Another sharp pain shot through her, and her delicate brows furrowed tightly, a few low moans escaping her throat uncontrollably.

Her body trembled slightly, her fingertips gripping the brocade quilt beneath her tightly.

The midwife leaned slightly forward, gently stroking the woman's swollen belly with one hand, while loudly encouraging her, "Your Highness, push! The baby is in the right position, the little prince will be born soon, push!"

Xuezhi held a bowl of ginseng soup and fed it to Shen Yunshuang from time to time to prevent the new mother from fainting from exhaustion.

Pei Jingnian felt that every moment was like an eternity. Every time a faint cry of pain came from inside the room, he would break out in a cold sweat. Now his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Why is it taking so long? Has something happened to Shuang'er?" Pei Jingnian couldn't hide his anxiety, which made Su Wanrou, who was watching from the side, feel sour and jealous.

She had been resting at home during her pregnancy, but since Shen Yunshuang was giving birth, as her legal wife, she naturally had to come.

She secretly prayed that Shen Yunshuang would have a difficult childbirth or give birth to a daughter.

Upon arriving at Ningxiang Pavilion and hearing Shen Yunshuang's cries of pain, she initially felt a secret pleasure, but then fear welled up within her, for she too would eventually experience the pain of childbirth.

But at this moment, seeing Pei Jingnian and his mother-in-law completely focused on Shen Yunshuang in the delivery room, while ignoring her, the legal wife who was pregnant with the legitimate child, he felt an overwhelming hatred welling up in his heart!

What? Is it only Shen Yunshuang's child who's precious? The one she's carrying is a legitimate son!

Amidst the turmoil of her emotions, Su Wanrou suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her abdomen.

Linglan, who was serving nearby, took her arm and said, "Princess Consort, let me help you to a chair."

The purse at her waist still emitted wisps of medicinal scent, silently lingering around Su Wanrou.

Upon hearing this, Wang opened her eyes and glanced at Su Wanrou, saying, "You're pregnant, you don't need to wait here, go back."

Su Wanrou forced a smile, about to say something, when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Then, a warm flow ran down between her legs.

She screamed, her face turning deathly pale: "Ah! My stomach..."

Linglan, who was standing beside her, was even more shocked and exclaimed, "Princess Consort! What's wrong?"

Pei Jingnian turned his head sharply and immediately noticed the bloodstains on Su Wanrou's skirt. His brows furrowed, and he called out, "Doctor, come and take the Crown Princess's pulse."

Su Wanrou was devastated, trembling uncontrollably, her mind filled with thoughts of the safety of the child in her womb.

After Doctor Zhang arrived and checked her pulse several times to confirm, he stood up with a grave expression and reported, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort's pregnancy has ended; she has miscarried."

One sentence shattered Su Wanrou's illusions. She shook her head repeatedly, muttering, "Impossible, impossible! My child!"

Although they didn't have much expectation for the child, Pei Jingnian and Wang Shi couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. Looking at the emotionally agitated Su Wanrou, Pei Jingnian couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. He was naturally angry that Su Wanrou couldn't keep the pregnancy.

Madam Wang glanced painfully at Su Wanrou's blood-stained dress and sighed, "Alas, this is fate!"

No sooner had the words left her lips than a clear, bright cry of a newborn baby rang out from inside the room. Immediately afterward, Green Bud emerged, her face beaming with joy, to announce the good news: "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Madam! The Concubine has safely given birth to a baby prince!"