The Little Lucky Girl.

Six months had passed since Su Qing and War Prince Murong Ye's marriage. Life in the palace seemed ordinary yet filled with warmth. During this time, Su Qing had become, for some reason, particularly sleepy. She would often wake up in the morning only to find herself drowsy again. She also tired easily, as if all her strength had been quietly drained away.

That day, sunlight streamed into the house through the carved windows. Su Qing slowly awoke, washed, and prepared for lunch. Maids filed in, placing exquisite dishes on the table, their aroma filling the room. But who could have imagined that the moment the aroma of the food reached Su Qing's nose, her stomach churned, a sick feeling rising to her throat, and she felt like vomiting.

"My dear disciple, have you had a stomach upset? Let me take your pulse!" Doctor Yue, who had been living in the palace, frowned instantly when he saw Su Qing like this. He walked quickly to Su Qing with a worried look on his face and said.

Doctor Yue took Su Qing's pulse, slightly closed his eyes, and gently placed his fingers on her slender wrist. After a moment, a hint of confusion appeared on his face, and then turned into surprise, "Hmm, disciple, are you pregnant?"

"What?" Su Qing's eyes widened in disbelief. She subconsciously reached up and touched her still-flat belly, a whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside her. There was surprise—after all, this was the fruit of her and Murong Ye's love—but there was also a hint of panic; she wasn't quite ready to be a mother yet.

When the maids beside heard this, they were stunned at first, then they all smiled with joy and gathered around to congratulate Su Qing.

At this time, Murong Ye had just finished dealing with military affairs and was walking back. Before he even stepped into the courtyard, he heard bursts of laughter coming from inside. Curious, he quickened his pace and walked into the house. He saw everyone surrounding Su Qing, their faces full of confusion, "What's going on? Why are they so happy?"

Su Qing raised her eyes to look at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she said shyly and excitedly: "Brother Ye, Master said that I am pregnant."

When Murong Ye heard this, his stern expression softened instantly, his eyes filled with surprise and doting. He quickly walked over to Su Qing and carefully took her into his arms, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. "Really? I'm going to be a father. Hahahaha, this is such a great joy!"

From that day on, Murong Ye took even more care of Su Qing, and he was almost always by her side. However, Su Qing's pregnancy symptoms became more and more intense, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable. Murong Ye would stay by her bedside, gently comforting her, bringing her water and handkerchiefs, running around without complaint.

As the days passed, Su Qing's belly gradually grew larger. Everyone in the palace made various preparations for the upcoming little life, and the atmosphere was filled with joy. Doctor Yue was often at the palace, carefully tending to Su Qing's body, hoping that she would have a smooth and safe birth.

Finally, the day of delivery arrived, and the entire palace was tense. Murong Ye paced back and forth outside the delivery room, anxiously waiting, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. Inside, Su Qing gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and with the help of the midwife, she tried her best.

In the delivery room, Su Qing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her face turned pale due to the pain. She bit her lips tightly, and traces of blood seeped out of her lips. She clutched the bed sheets tightly with both hands, and used all her strength to fight against the severe pain of childbirth.

The midwives were busy in an orderly manner, constantly saying words of encouragement, "Princess, try harder, it's almost there, it's almost there!"

Outside the delivery room, Murong Ye's brow furrowed, his hands clenched into fists, his pace unsteady. His heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand, and every second of waiting was torture. The maids and servants in the palace also waited, breathless, with faces filled with anxiety.

"Wow--" A loud cry broke the heart-wrenching atmosphere. Everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief when another cry was heard.

"Your Highness, great news! The princess gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The little princess and the little prince are both safe!" The maid ran out with a happy face to announce the good news.

Murong Ye was stunned for a moment, then his stern face instantly broke into an incredibly bright smile, his eyes filled with tears of surprise and excitement. He rushed into the delivery room and saw Su Qing leaning weakly against the headboard, a relieved smile on her face. Beside her were two swaddled babies wrapped in pink and tender little babies. One of them looked very much like Su Qing, with a lively spirit, while the other had a faint resemblance to Murong Ye's heroic spirit, eyes closed, her hands waving in the air.

Murong Ye walked to Su Qing, gently held her hand, his voice choked, "Thank you for your hard work, Qingbao, we have children, twins, a boy and a girl, it's great." Su Qing shook her head slightly, looking at her husband and two children in front of her, she felt that all the pain at this moment was worth it. This warm scene seemed to dye the delivery room with a strong layer of happiness.

Su Qing leaned weakly against the headboard, looking tenderly at the delicate pair of children swaddled beside her. Then she looked up at Murong Ye, who was standing beside the bed with a doting and joyful expression, and said softly, "Brother Ye, give the child a name!"

Murong Ye leaned over slightly and carefully touched his daughter's delicate face. He then looked at his son who was sleeping soundly. After a moment of contemplation, a gentle smile appeared on his face. He said, "Qingbao, you see, our daughter will be named Murong Nianqing. 'Nian' means missing, implying how much we cherish her and will always remember her every little detail. And 'Qing' is my nickname for you. I hope she can be as gentle, intelligent, and kind-hearted as you when she grows up."

Su Qing listened, his eyes filled with emotion, and nodded gently, "This is a great name, Brother Ye, what should we name our son?"

Murong Ye looked at his son again, his eyes filled with expectation, and he slowly spoke, "Let's name our son Murong Chengze. 'Cheng' means to undertake and inherit. I hope he can shoulder the family's honor in the future. 'Ze' means grace and blessing. I hope he will be blessed throughout his life, have a heart of righteousness, and be a man of integrity."

Su Qing smiled, "Brother Ye, you have thought so carefully. These two names are very good. I believe that our Nianqing and Chengze will grow up as you expected."

In the days that followed, the palace became even more bustling with activity because of the twins. Murong Nianqing had always displayed a lively and clever personality, her large eyes dancing around like a thousand little thoughts. She would constantly pester Su Qing to tell her anecdotes, or drag Murong Ye along to catch butterflies in the garden. Murong Chengze, on the other hand, was a bit more composed. Though still young, he already had the air of a grown-up. He diligently studied with his teacher every day and was quite interested in martial arts, often practicing them with impressive skill in the courtyard.

As time passed, Murong Nianqing grew into a graceful young lady. Not only did she inherit Su Qing's medical skills, but she also mastered the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was well-known among the noble ladies of the capital, and the number of families seeking marriage to her was almost overwhelming. Murong Chengze, on the other hand, grew into a tall and imposing young man with great ambitions, determined to achieve great things on the battlefield and contribute to his country.

Murong Ye and Su Qing were filled with satisfaction and pride at seeing their two outstanding children. They stayed together in the palace, guarding this hard-earned happiness, watching the years slowly pass by, and their lives were plain yet extremely happy.