The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Luo Hanyi was stunned.

Qin Minglan was also stunned.

The room was quiet for a couple of breaths.

"real?!"

Qin Minglan was the first to react, almost jumping up from the ground, and grabbed the old imperial physician's arm.

He asked excitedly.

"You didn't make a mistake?!"

"Having practiced medicine for decades, I am sure I can diagnose this pulse condition correctly."

The old imperial physician stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"The lady is more than two months pregnant. Although her pulse is still weak, it is stable."

"It's just that Madam has been overworked lately, and her blood and energy are slightly depleted. She needs to rest well and should not overexert herself."

Upon hearing this, Qin Minglan was so excited that she almost spun around on the spot. She let go of the imperial physician and rushed to Luo Hanyi.

He knelt down, gently placing his hands on her still flat stomach, his eyes sparkling, his voice trembling.

"Sister-in-law! Did you hear that? You're pregnant with that old man's child! That filthy old man is having an heir!"

Luo Hanyi lowered her head, looking at Qin Minglan's hands covering her abdomen, still somewhat dazed.

She reached out and gently placed her fingertips on her lower abdomen. Through her clothes, she could feel almost nothing.

But she knew that there, a tiny life was quietly growing.

He is Wang Long's child.

It is her bloodline with that man.

Luo Hanyi's eyes reddened slightly, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a very shallow and gentle smile.

"Yes...she's pregnant..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

Qin Minglan looked up and saw her slightly reddened eyes, feeling both bittersweet and warm inside.

He gently held Luo Hanyi's hand, his tone unusually serious.

"Sister-in-law, from today onwards you are not allowed to do anything. Just take good care of yourself."

When the old man gets back, let's tell him the good news together and see how happy he'll be!

Luo Hanyi did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Qin Minglan stood up, then suddenly remembered something and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

His voice was lowered, tinged with a hint of mischief.

"Sister-in-law, do you think the old man will burst into tears if he finds out he's going to be a father?"

Luo Hanyi was amused by her and smiled slightly.

"Maybe, after all, his lifelong dream has been to have an heir."

The old imperial physician wrote a prescription and gave it to Chunlan, which was then sent out.

Qin Minglan was busy running around taking care of things.

She came to the stable, gently stroked Ta Xue, and spoke with a sour tone.

"Ta Xue, the old man has an heir."

Ta Xue gently nuzzled Qin Minglan's face, as if she too was missing Wang Long.

Those are the humans who understand it best.

"Sigh~"

Qin Minglan lowered her head and touched her stomach, then sighed helplessly.

"Why is my belly so uncooperative? I want to have his baby too..."

The news spread very quickly.

In less than half a day, Murong Qing arrived at the Prince's residence in a hurry, carrying large and small bags of tonics and accompanied by palace maids.

"Mrs. Luo!"

As soon as Murong Qing entered the room, she went straight to Luo Hanyi's side and carefully helped her sit down.

Her little face was filled with nervousness and joy.

"I just heard about this, so you should rest well and don't worry about anything. Just tell me if you need anything!"

Luo Hanyi couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at her nervous expression.

"I'm not that delicate yet."

"That won't do!"

Qin Minglan peeked out from the side and retorted in a serious tone.

"You are now the most precious treasure of our Prince's mansion! With the old man gone, we have to take good care of you and the child for him."

Murong Qing nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes! Sister Qin is right!"

Luo Hanyi watched as the two people flanked her, one carrying a bowl of nourishing soup and the other a fruit platter.

Amidst the mix of laughter and tears, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

She lowered her head, her fingertips gently tracing her lower abdomen, her gaze softening completely.

"I wonder what that old man is doing now..."

She murmured softly.

"When he returns, I will tell him myself."

The main hall of the Primordial Holy Palace, welcoming guests.

Inside the hall, the incense, which is over a thousand years old, burns, and wisps of smoke curl among the carved beams and painted rafters.

The First Elder, Xu Ming, was sitting in a grand chair to one side of the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

With a rare, overly solicitous smile on his face, he was talking to a young man sitting at the head of the guest seats.

The young man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a moon-white brocade robe with intricate gold cloud patterns embroidered on the hem.

She wore a fine mutton-fat jade pendant around her waist, making her look elegant and dignified.

Unfortunately, his face didn't quite match his outfit.

With high cheekbones, narrow-set eyes, thick lips, and a somewhat flat nose, the whole person exudes an indescribable sense of sleazy.

Especially those eyes, with slightly protruding pupils and more white than black.

The way they look at people always has a sticky, scrutinizing quality that makes you feel uncomfortable.

This person was none other than Zheng Hao, the young sect master of the Tianyan Sect.

Zheng Hao picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and crossed his legs.

His fingers tapped the armrest casually, his tone very relaxed.

"Elder Xu, you are too kind. I am here on my father's orders to visit Saintess Niannu and express my gratitude."

As he spoke, a smile that he thought was dashing tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His chin was slightly raised, carrying a hint of arrogance unique to the young sect master of the Tianyan Sect.

Xu Ming quickly responded with a smile, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"Young Sect Master, you flatter us. It is a great honor for our Holy Palace that the Young Sect Master has personally come to the Primordial Holy Palace."

"I wonder how the Sect Master is doing these days? Since our last parting, I have been thinking about the Sect Master's majesty and have been wanting to pay a visit to the Tianyan Sect, but unfortunately I have been too busy with worldly affairs to make the trip."

Zheng Hao waved his hand, crossed his legs and swung them around, and answered casually.

"Father is doing well. He recently completed a batch of Heavenly Origin Pills and is currently in seclusion to stabilize his cultivation. Before leaving, he instructed me to convey his regards to the elders of the Primordial Holy Palace."

Xu Ming nodded repeatedly, his smile widening.

"Sect Master is too kind. The Primordial Holy Palace and the Heavenly Evolution Sect have always been on good terms. It is truly a blessing for both sects that the Sect Master is so concerned about this."

He then changed the subject and offered a compliment.

"The young sect leader is already at the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm at such a young age. Such talent is among the best in the entire Eastern Region."

"Our sect's Supreme Elder often says that the young sect master will surely achieve great things in the future. If he can form a lasting alliance with our Primordial Holy Palace, it will truly be a powerful alliance with unlimited potential."

Zheng Hao was quite pleased with his flattery, and the corners of his mouth curved even wider. He was about to say a few polite words.

A soft footstep sound came from outside the hall.

As the light dimmed at the entrance of the hall, two figures walked in one after the other.

The person walking in front wore a long white dress, with cascading black hair, a cool and aloof face, and an air of aloofness and nobility between their brows.

It was Ye Wushuang, the Palace Master of the Primordial Holy Palace.

Half a step behind her was Ye Niannu, who was wearing a light blue dress.

Her appearance was more gentle and charming than Ye Wushuang's, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and naturally upturned lips.

Even when she was expressionless, she still carried a hint of coquettishness, but her eyes were as indifferent as if they were covered with thin ice.

The two entered the hall one after the other, and the light seemed to be dimmed by their aura.

Zheng Hao was leisurely swinging his legs when he saw Ye Wushuang and Ye Niannu walk in, and he seemed to freeze in place.

His gaze first fell on Ye Wushuang, lingering for a moment on that aloof and ethereal face, before a greedy glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.