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Madam Pei guessed that her son's disappearance might be related to the Prime Minister's residence, and she chased after him to the gate and cursed him for several days, but neither Song Hanchuan nor Liu Zhiyi paid any attention to her.

One month later, Song Hanchuan and Liu Zhiyi were both on leave and stayed home.

Song Hanchuan got up early to handle official business and told the servants not to disturb Liu Zhiyi so that she could sleep in.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Liu Zhiyi's beautiful face.

She was still sound asleep when suddenly a strong feeling of nausea surged up in her heart. This discomfort came in waves, one after another, making it unbearable for her.

Despite her discomfort, Liu Zhiyi sat up in bed and placed her right hand on the pulse point of her left hand.

As time passed, her expression gradually became serious.

When the final confirmation was completed, her eyes widened in disbelief—she was pregnant!

This sudden news came like a bolt from the blue, leaving her momentarily at a loss.

At that moment, Song Hanchuan, who was handling government affairs in his study, rushed over after hearing the servant's report.

Upon entering, he saw Liu Zhiyi sitting on the edge of the bed, her face slightly pale. He quickly walked over and asked with concern:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Liu Zhiyi raised her head, looked at Song Hanchuan's anxious face, smiled slightly, and said shyly:

"My husband, please don't be anxious. I am just... pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Song Hanchuan was first stunned, then his face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy.

He hugged Liu Zhiyi tightly, and excitedly spun around the room like a child.

Held in his arms, Liu Zhiyi felt dizzy and immediately cried out:

"Oh dear, I'm dizzy! Put me down!"

Hearing Liu Zhiyi's call, Song Hanchuan snapped out of his daze and quickly and carefully placed her on the bed, then gently covered her with a blanket.

Immediately afterwards, he turned to Qingyun, who was standing to the side, and instructed her:

"Go to the palace quickly and invite several experienced imperial physicians to the residence to take a good look at the lady's pulse and prescribe some remedies to help her recover. Remember, be sure to invite several!"

Qingyun accepted the order and left, and Liu Zhiyi secretly found it amusing to see him like that.

She reached out and tugged at Song Hanchuan's sleeve, whispering:

"Husband, are you overjoyed? Have you even forgotten that I also know medicine?"

Song Hanchuan answered with a serious expression:

"Madam, although you are skilled in medicine, there is a saying that 'a doctor cannot heal himself.' Now that you are pregnant, you should naturally be more careful. It would not hurt to invite several imperial physicians to take a look."

Liu Zhiyi pouted helplessly after hearing his words, but her heart was warmed.

After all, Song Hanchuan's concern for his own safety and that of the unborn child was truly touching.

Not long after, Qingyun arrived at the Prime Minister's residence with more than twenty imperial physicians.

These imperial physicians were all renowned doctors in the palace, and they usually only treated the royal family and nobles.

Having been invited by Song Hanchuan, they dared not be negligent. They took turns carefully taking Liu Zhiyi's pulse, and then exchanged and discussed the matter.

Finally, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy respectfully reported to Song Hanchuan:

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, after our joint diagnosis, we can confirm that Lord Liu has an excellent constitution and takes very meticulous care of himself. At present, the pregnancy is stable and there are no major problems."