After crossing, I was miserable.

Today, everyone gathered together and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner filled with a warm atmosphere.

Even Yang Chuyi, who usually stays at home, showed up at the dining table.

However, despite the table full of appetizing delicacies, Yang Chuyi seemed absent-minded. He just used the excuse of feeling a little unwell, ate a few bites in a hurry, and left the seat early.

Qian Duoduo, who was sitting next to her, was always paying attention to Yang Chuyi's every move, including every subtle change in expression on her face.

This was only the second time Qian Duoduo saw Yang Chuyi since she returned home.

In fact, Qian Duoduo had already heard from Mrs. Yang about Yang Chuyi's condition - she was indeed pregnant!

Qian Duoduo was extremely surprised by this fact.

After all, here, I am just a supporting role, and Yang Chuyi is the well-deserved heroine.

According to common sense, there should be no connection between the two of them and little interaction.

Previously, Qian Duoduo had privately asked Murong Yun about the development of the plot, and the reply he got was that the main line of the whole story had not changed much.

From the perspective of the heroine, what is performed here is still a sweet and touching love story; on the other hand, looking at oneself, it is as if one is in a miserable drama where one has to work as hard as an ox or a horse.

What puzzled Qian Duoduo was that the original storyline never mentioned that the heroine would get pregnant before marriage!

Although he had many doubts in his mind, Qian Duoduo knew that these were not the key issues that he needed to think about at the moment.

After the family had their fill of food and drink, as per custom, Lord Yang once again led his sons to the study.

As per usual, Yang Laoer did not go.

Qian Jianan actually didn't want to go either. He felt that he wouldn't be able to understand their conversation.

But Lord Yang insisted on letting everyone except the second son of the Yang family go, even his sister had gone, so he felt embarrassed to follow.

As everyone sat down in Lord Yang's study, the night deepened and the candlelight in the study swayed gently in the breeze.

The faint and warm light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, shines on every person, outlining their figures, whether they are in deep thought, curious, or respectful.

At this moment, Lord Yang suddenly felt dazed.

He blinked and looked carefully, and found that the figure of the eldest princess seemed to appear in front of him.

Lord Yang couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and subconsciously shook his head, trying to make himself more sober.

"Did I really drink too much tonight?"

Lord Yang muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes and looked in that direction again, but the figure of the eldest princess had disappeared. Only Qian Jianan's uneasy eyes floated back and forth, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Lord Yang took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil, thinking that perhaps it was the alcohol that caused him to have such a ridiculous illusion.

He felt that it was not appropriate for him to speak tonight, and was afraid that he would say the wrong thing as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, everyone noticed that their father was not feeling well, and Murong Yun and Qian Yi chatted briefly before going back.

"How come it came so quickly?"

Mrs. Yang looked at her eldest son with a face full of worry as he carefully supported his husband and walked slowly towards her, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of anger in her eyes.

“I told him a long time ago that since he was so happy today, he would definitely drink a few more glasses of wine.

I shouldn't have taken you to the study to chat at this time, but he refused to listen! It was as if there was something important concerning the survival of the country that had to be made clear at this moment.

Even if it's a big deal, does it really take this long?

I don’t even think about how old I am or what the condition of my body is like. I have no idea at all!”

Mrs. Yang kept complaining, but her hands never stopped moving.

She walked quickly forward, gently took her husband from her eldest son, and then slowly helped him walk towards the bed.

At the same time, Madam Yang methodically instructed the maids waiting on the side:

"Go and bring the hangover soup over, and get some hot water, remember to make it hot. Move quickly!"

The maids heard the sound and quickly got busy according to Madam Yang's instructions.

Yang Chuming stood quietly by the side, his eyes fixed on his mother.

I saw my mother taking care of my drunk father in an expert and orderly manner.

She first carefully helped her father lie down on the bed, then gently covered him with a quilt, fearing that any noise would wake him up.

Then, my mother turned around to prepare the hangover soup. Every step seemed so calm and well-organized.

Yang Chuming couldn't help but think: Can I be of some help?

At this moment, his mother seemed to notice his thoughts and turned to him and said:

"Okay, stop standing here like a pillar, and go back and rest.

The hangover soup should be ready. Drink a bowl of it before going to bed to avoid a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning.

There are servants here to help take care of it, so you are not needed."

Yang Chuming followed his mother's gaze and found that there were indeed several servants busy in the room.

It seemed that everything was arranged properly and there was really no room for him to interfere.

So Yang Chuming nodded, said goodbye to his mother softly, and turned to leave the room.

However, he did not return to his own yard, but turned and went to Qian Yi and the others.

"How is father?" Qian Yi asked Yang Chuming.

"Nothing, he's already asleep, and his mother is watching over him."

"That's good. Thank you for your hard work, mother."

"What's up? Do you guys want to drink some more?" Murong Yun looked at the people gathered together. Even Yang Lao Er came over.

"Hehe, you have to take me with you to this game. You can't blame me for running away early just now. Big brother and sister know that dad never takes me with him when he goes to the study." Yang Chuze said somewhat flatteringly.

Yang Chuming couldn't help but give his brother a slap, "Don't talk nonsense, it's obviously you who don't like to go there, and you fall asleep as soon as you get there, isn't that making Dad angry?"

"No way! It's obvious that I want to sleep as soon as dad talks." Yang Chuze rubbed his forehead, feeling a little aggrieved.

"When you join the army in the future, you will also have to learn military tactics. What will you do? Will you also sleep there?" Qian Duoduo exposed him mercilessly.

"That's different. If it's about the art of war, I won't be sleepy."

"Are you really going?" Murong Yun asked in confusion.

"Tell me about you, a good dude, why would you want to join the army? Can you endure the hardship?"

Yang Chuze looked at everyone's distrustful eyes and got angry.

"You don't believe me?"