The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

Knowing that he would not live long, Jiang Ruofan wanted to spend his final moments with his wife and children.

Jiang Cha and Jiang Wu brought the easels to the courtyard, while Shen Feimo and Zhaermu were responsible for bringing the pens, ink, paper and inkstones to the courtyard and placing them there.

Shen Feimo looked up at Jiang Ruofan who was admiring the lotus flowers in the jar beside him.

"My dear, Mo Yan is ready."

"it is good."

Jiang Ruofan turned and walked towards the desk, and Jiang Ziyi and Jiang Huajin hurried over.

"Father, my daughter has brought her sister here."

"You two sisters, go sit over there. Your father will draw a picture for you today."

The two sisters were overjoyed when they heard this, and Jiang Huajin even exclaimed with joy.

"That's great, thank you, Dad." The two sisters immediately turned around and sat down in their seats, their little hands placed neatly and elegantly in their nests.

Jiang Ruofan began to paint. With his skilled brush, he captured the smiles and charm of the two people. Looking at the two people who looked exactly the same, Jiang Cha couldn't help but sigh.

"The prince consort's painting skills are getting better and better."

Jiang Wu didn't say anything, but he agreed with Jiang Cha's words in his heart.

Jiang Huajin didn't dare to move. Jiang Ziyi felt that her sister wanted to move, so she gently asked Jiang Ruofan who looked focused.

"Father, are you almost well?"

At this time, Jiang Ruofan had just finished his last job: "Okay, you two sisters, come over and take a look."

The two sisters couldn't wait to run over to admire them, and when they saw that the sisters in the paintings were exactly the same, they looked at each other in surprise.

"Sister, this looks like you."

“That’s like you, too.”

Jiang Huajin was very excited when he heard this: "Father, you are so amazing."

Jiang Ruofan smiled gently when his daughter praised him. He raised his hand and touched his little daughter's head tenderly and lovingly.

"Thank you, Jin'er, for recognizing your father's painting."

"Father, you haven't touched my sister's head yet."

Jiang Ruofan couldn't help but joked, "Okay, father will treat everyone equally."

Jiang Ziyi felt the gentle touch of the big hand on her head, and she smiled happily.

It took Jiang Ruofan three days to finish painting the portraits of all the children in the family. The main house was filled with portraits of the seven children. Shen Jiarou was pleasantly surprised when she entered.

"My husband, thank you for your hard work these days."

Jiang Ruofan pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

"You are the one who is tired when I am not a husband, and you will be even more tired in the future. Every time I think of this, I feel sorry for you, but the children need you. Madam, promise me that you must live well, okay?"

Looking at his serious eyes, Shen Jiarou tried hard not to let her tears fall. She pursed her lips slightly, smiled and nodded.

"it is good."

"We haven't been affectionate for a long time. Please serve your wife well today."

Shen Jiarou smiled gently: "Okay."

Jiang Ruofan picked her up by the waist. He could clearly feel that his wife had lost a lot of weight, and he felt even more distressed.

He gently placed Shen Jiarou on the bed, leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, eyebrows, nose tip, and finally her soft red lips, with endless tenderness, nostalgia and lingering affection.

Shen Jiarou put her hands around his neck in response to his kiss, and the two of them responded to each other in their love.

The next morning, Shen Jiarou woke up lying on Jiang Ruofan's strong chest. Looking at her husband who was still sleeping, she did not choose to get up immediately, but closed her eyes and continued to lie down.

Feeling the wetness on his chest, Jiang Ruofan suddenly woke up. He realized that those were his wife's tears. He simply tightened his big hands that were holding his wife's soft body.

Both of them understood each other's feelings and neither of them wanted to get up at this moment.

The days passed one by one, and Jiang Ruofan chose this day when Shen Jiarou was on rest day to paint for her personally.

Shen Jiarou sat on the stone table holding a round orchid fan, and her picturesque expression was painted into the painting by him.

Shen Jiarou cherished the last moments of her husband's life very much, and she basically agreed and cooperated with everything her husband wanted to do.

Because Jiang Ruofan has been painting frequently recently, rumors have spread in Beijing that he is obsessed with painting, and people also lament that the prince consort dotes on his wife but not his son.

Knowing the truth, Jiang Shengping and his wife had to swallow their pain secretly.

When the rumors outside the palace reached Ji Chenyu's ears, he could only sigh that the Fourth Princess's family had a good relationship.

In Anhe Palace, the Queen Mother learned that her husband had been obsessed with painting recently. Although she didn't particularly agree, she didn't say much.

"Yi Yi is still young now. They haven't had any good news for many years. I don't know if there will be any good news this time. Yuechu, do you think I should persuade her to have another baby?"

Bai Yuechu pursed her lips in embarrassment: "Queen Mother, this matter still depends mainly on the opinions of the Regent Princess and the Prince Consort."

"You're right. I'm obsessed with holding a child."

Princess Regent's Palace

Nan Qi found that her master was always sad from time to time. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but seeing that the Regent Princess had a stable career, a loving couple, and obedient children, there should be nothing worth being sad about.

But she always felt something was wrong, as if her master had been like this since the couple returned from the border, which made her feel very confused and puzzled.

Shen Jiarou was sitting alone in the pavilion in a daze, and Nan Qi came over with a piece of cake and basil drink.

"Princess, you must be hungry. I have brought some cakes and drinks for you to eat to fill your stomach."

Shen Jiarou, who was in a daze, raised her eyes slightly and looked at her, then nodded gently.

"Okay, let me try it."

Seeing her lowering her head to taste the pastries, Nan Qi, for the sake of her health, finally asked about her concerns.

"Princess, have you been feeling unwell lately? Please call the imperial physician to see you. This is related to your health and cannot be delayed."

Unexpectedly, Shen Jiarou shook her head calmly: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

The countless questions in Nan Qi's mind were left unanswered.

A few days later, Nan Qi, who was full of worries, still wanted to find a chance to ask her master again. She had to do it even if she risked being disliked by her master, because she didn't want her second master to be depressed and eventually become ill, or even... She didn't dare to think about it any further.

In the study, Shen Jiarou looked at the book that Jiang Ruofan often read, and reached out to touch the words on it.

Nan Qi came in with tea. She frowned and pursed her lips as she looked at her master who had become cold again.

"Princess, please have a cup of tea."

"Thank you."

Shen Jiarou picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of green tea filled her lips and teeth, leaving her with an endless aftertaste.

Suddenly, Nan Qi's words almost made Shen Jiarou collapse. She saw her looking at her seriously.

"Master, I am really worried about you. If you have any worries, you can tell me. I swear I will never tell anyone."

Shen Jiarou clenched her hands holding the teacup, she pushed herself away uncontrollably, and quickly put it on the coffee table.

Shen Jiarou lowered her head and sighed: "He won't live much longer."

Nan Qi was stunned for a moment: "Who?"

Suddenly she realized who her master was talking about, and her eyes widened as she looked into her sad eyes.