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"How could the news brought by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself be wrong? Are you relieved now? I'm afraid the Prince will be back before he's even finished his confinement."

The old princess nodded and was helped to sit down by Xiu Gu. The old princess waved to the princess, her smile could not be concealed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes relaxed. "You sit down too, why are you standing? You are not tired enough." Her tone was full of concern, and her skinny fingers gently tapped the empty seat beside her.

"My daughter-in-law is not tired, but my mother is exhausted after walking such a long way." The princess replied gently, turning to the servants beside her and said, "Why don't you serve tea quickly?" Her voice was neither hurried nor slow. She knew that her husband would be back soon, so her words were cheerful.

Several maids immediately took action, and soon the aroma of tea quickly filled the room.

Jing Chunxi picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. It was then that he noticed that the Princess of Hong County was about to give birth but her pregnancy was not very obvious.

She was wearing a loose lilac-colored gown with only a slight bulge at the waist. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant, one would hardly be able to tell that she was a woman about to give birth.

This expression and complexion are very different from my mother's. My mother should be lying on the couch feeling listless at this moment, but the Princess is full of energy.

Maybe because of her tall stature, her belly looked smaller than that of an average new mother, about the same size as a normal new mother's six or seven months' pregnancy.

The Princess's complexion was rosy, and her face wasn't overly fleshy, which was also a cause for concern. Although her cheeks had a healthy blush, her jawline was still clearly visible, not at all the rounded shape typical of pregnant women.

"Aunt looks in good spirits. She can eat and sleep well, right? Mom isn't in such good shape. She doesn't eat much and has trouble sleeping. She needs several pillows to lie down and is often woken by the baby in her belly."

She remembered her mother's pale face from insomnia and the pile of soft pillows beside her bed when she visited her before leaving. However, her father did not allow her to give her mother too much spiritual water, saying that the more she drank, the more energetic her younger siblings would be.

She was worried because her mother's belly was too big, and she was also worried because her aunt's belly was too small.

If the baby is too big, we worry about difficult labor; if it is too small, we worry about the fetus not getting enough nutrition.

These worries swirled within her, but she dared not voice them out loud. They could only transform into a slight worry between her brows and her fingers twisting her handkerchief. She didn't dare ask too clearly. The words reached her lips, but she swallowed them back, turning into a barely audible sigh, drowned out by the fragrance of tea in the room.

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. Since I knew the time of your return, I am no longer worried. Your mother should be relieved and can sleep well. Tell her not to worry." The Princess replied with a smile, with gentle fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes.

She asked them all to sit down, but Princess Hongjun did not sit down. Instead, she paced and circled in front of them in the flower hall.

Her face showed no sign of fatigue, and she moved her hands as she walked and talked, sometimes folding them in front of her abdomen, sometimes gently swaying them.

She was not at all like those pregnant women who needed help or held their bellies when walking. Her posture was calm and graceful, as if she was just strolling in the garden.

"Aunt just took a nap, and the black-bone chicken soup is still simmering on the stove! We need to have a bowl later." The princess said, pointing in the direction of the small kitchen. The aroma wafting from the stove had filled the entire courtyard, mixed with the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

She's definitely a good eater and sleeper. It wasn't long after lunch, is she about to eat again? Looking at her figure and belly, she doesn't look like someone who can eat and sleep well, but she's in good spirits.

"That day, when my father returned from court and said that the Crown Prince had already entered the palace for an audience, I knew you must have returned to Qingshan Villa first."

The Princess continued, her tone full of understanding. Knowing that she would definitely return to the manor to take care of everything first, her clever eyes gleamed with a light of insight.

"How is it? Is your mother okay?" Princess Hong held her sore lower back and moved her body carefully. The brocade pillow pressed a wrinkle on her back.

The sound of cicadas outside the window came through the screen. Even though there was an ice basin, the pregnant woman still felt a little stuffy.

"How should I put it? My feet are starting to swell up. I wonder if it's because I'm pregnant with twins."

Jing Chunxi's fingers tightened slightly around the embroidered handkerchief. The chrysanthemum tea in the celadon teacup had long since cooled. She stared out the window at the crape myrtle in full bloom, her voice soft as if afraid of disturbing anything.

Afraid of worrying them, she didn't dare tell them that her mother spent most of the day in bed, needed several people to support her when she went out, and had to wear a wide belly bandage. Her eyes reddened and she quickly lowered her head to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles on her skirt.

"What? Your mother is pregnant with twins?" The Buddhist beads in the old princess's hand fell on the table with a click, and Princess Hong's eyes widened even more.

They both spoke at almost the same time, both with surprised expressions and quite loud voices. The old princess's hands tightly grasped the edge of the coffee table. As someone who had lived for more than half a century, how could she not know the dangers of having twins?

"Ah! Grandmother, don't you know?" Jing Chunxi had never expected such good news to have escaped Prince Jing's residence. She opened her mouth, but was momentarily speechless, her throat dry. On the table, a plate of chilled grapes condensed with water droplets, dripping onto the gilded lacquer dish.

I didn't know what to say! The water-sinking incense in the gilded incense burner in the corner of the room burned quietly, and the curling green smoke twisted and distorted in the stagnant air.

"Oh, this child." The old princess wiped the corners of her eyes, not knowing whether she was crying or laughing, and the turbid tears stained her old fingers.

She turned her head to look at the withered peonies outside the window and said in a hoarse voice, "After more than twenty years away from home, we're still alienated. You didn't even tell me about such a big thing."

He sighed again, and the jade bracelet on his wrist swayed gently with his movements. "Two months ago, I said that I would go to Qingshan Villa with this old man to see your mother. But this old man believed your father and insisted that you two were doing well and didn't want me to go on the journey." As he said this, he slapped his knee heavily, as if he was very regretful.

"It's okay!" Jing Chunxi hurried forward and took her grandmother's slightly withered hand. "The military doctor didn't say it was twins at first. They only confirmed it in early May. My second aunt is staying at the farm, and the children don't want to go home. Dad has prepared everything. Don't worry, Grandma and Aunt." Her voice was a little lighter, but her eyes were still red.

Suddenly remembering what Xu Zize had said on the way just now, Jing Chunxi comforted them and said, "His Royal Highness the First Prince has reported to His Majesty for permission. Starting tomorrow, the imperial physician will come to check your pulse every day, and the chief physician will come in person to take charge during the delivery." As she said this, she looked at them anxiously, afraid that they would not understand what she meant.

"That's good, that's good!" Princess Hong suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and a blush spread across her round face. She slowly moved to the side of the old princess and sat down with Jing Chunxi.

"Actually, Auntie is fine. She just feels at ease after seeing Princess Anping." She touched her belly and smiled, a few fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. "Actually, the female doctor has always said that it's easy for Auntie to give birth."

When he looked at the old princess again, her expression was full of joy. The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows on her face.

"They felt it this morning and said that the baby was in a normal position and neither too big nor too small. I'm afraid that everything you eat will nourish the baby." As he said this, he couldn't help but touch the plate of untouched walnut cake on the table, but ultimately did not put it in his mouth.

"That's good. Xi'er will stay at the farm and stay with your mother. She won't go anywhere." The old princess rubbed her temples, her silver hair gleaming in the sun. She glanced at the princess' belly and thought about the date of the birth. She said helplessly, "Go back and tell your mother that grandma can't leave now. Wait until your aunt gives birth safely, and then grandma will go to accompany her."

Jing Chunxi was embarrassed to say, "Maybe my mother would be even more nervous if the mistress went there," but he couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only smile and nod.