After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Wen Jiayue was a little hesitant when she first spoke, but when she got to the second half of the question, she gradually became more confident.

The name was originally chosen by Shen Fuhan, so how could he not be satisfied?

“Very good,” Shen Fuhan nodded, “Let’s call her Zhaozhao as her nickname.”

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and then politely said, "I'll trouble you, Lord Marquis, to think of a name."

Fortunately, she has always been called "Zhao Zhao" and has never used her real name, so she is not afraid that he will suspect anything.

However, recalling the naming controversy of her previous life, Wen Jiayue was still somewhat speechless.

I don't know what Shen Fuhan was thinking, but the middle word he chose was extremely unpleasant.

During her postpartum period, Shen Fuhan kept trying to persuade Wen Jiayue, but she didn't like it at all. Only after Shen Fuhan's constant persuasion did she change to something else.

The thought of going through it all again in this lifetime gave her a headache.

She was pondering whether to strike first and say that she had already chosen a formal name, but remembering Shen Fuhan's persistence, she decided against it.

She didn't want to have a restless month.

Before long, the maids set out a meal in the side room.

Wen Jiayue didn't move, focusing on playing with her daughter.

Footsteps sounded, and Shen Fuhan turned to have his meal.

Wen Jiayue pondered to herself that Shen Fuhan probably hadn't fallen for Li Zhilan yet, otherwise he would have stayed at the princess's residence for a meal.

When did he start to fall for her...? Wen Jiayue couldn't remember.

Shen Fuhan was a block of ice; despite her four years of effort, she couldn't melt even a single drop of water from that block of ice.

Perhaps only someone as flamboyant and bright as Li Zhilan could melt the ice.

Thinking of Li Zhilan, Wen Jiayue took a deep breath, barely suppressing her overwhelming anger.

She can't do anything to her now, but she will definitely find a chance to take revenge in the future.

Zhao Zhao from her past life cannot have died in vain!

After taking several deep breaths, Wen Jiayue's mind finally calmed down, and drowsiness gradually crept in.

She lifted her heavy eyelids and gazed tenderly at Zhao Zhao.

Perhaps everything that happened today was just a dream she had before she died, and once she fell asleep, she could never wake up.

In her final moments, she wanted to see her daughter's face one last time.

As for Shen Fuhan... let's not mention him.

Wen Jiayue closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Birds chirped, and the sky brightened.

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes sleepily, having slept until dawn.

She turned her head away in a daze, but Zhao Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

Fear suddenly struck, and Wen Jiayue quickly rang the bell and called out. Ruyi hurriedly walked in.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Where is Miss?" Wen Jiayue asked, her breathing unsteady. "Where is my daughter?"

Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief; she had thought something terrible had happened to the lady.

“The wet nurse is taking care of Miss,” Ruyi said with a smile. “This morning, the Marquis took Miss out. Although the Marquis didn’t say anything, I know he definitely wants you to get some sleep.”

Wen Jiayue didn't want to hear what she was going to say next, so she pursed her lips and said, "Bring Zhaozhao over here."

Ruyi asked with some confusion: "Zhaozhao?"

“The name I gave my daughter,” Wen Jiayue explained, “will be Zhaozhao as her nickname from now on.”

Ruyi Fushen seemed to agree, and turned to leave.

Before long, the wet nurse came in with Zhao Zhao in her arms.

Wen Jiayue frowned and instructed the wet nurse to put Zhaozhao on the bed.

She didn't want Zhaozhao to have any contact with the wet nurse, but there was no evidence of drugging her, and the wet nurse was chosen by the old lady, so she couldn't just send her away directly.

The wet nurse obediently put the young lady down, smiling kindly.

"This old servant has never seen such an obedient young lady. She is extremely easy to take care of, but..."

The wet nurse asked nervously, "However, Madam did not ask me to take care of Miss last night. Was there anything I did wrong?"

Wen Jiayue didn't want to play along, so she simply said, "I've discussed it with the Marquis. Miss will sleep with me tonight, and you can take care of me during the day."

If you want to find fault, you can find it during the day. Just send someone to keep a close eye on things and prevent the wet nurse from doing anything wrong.

The wet nurse had never seen anything like it before and was stunned for a moment.

Wen Jiayue didn't explain anything further, and said calmly, "You can go down now."

The wet nurse nervously replied "yes" and turned to leave.

Ruyi stood aside, curiously watching the lady.

Her face was still that gentle and charming face. Although she wore no makeup and had no hairpins or ornaments, she was still stunningly beautiful.

But for some reason, she felt that the lady had been acting strangely since yesterday.

Her gaze was hard to ignore; even though Wen Jiayue was staring at her daughter, she noticed Ruyi's gaze.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Ruyi scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Madam looks beautiful."

"What's there to see while I'm in postpartum confinement?" Wen Jiayue shook her head. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Ruyi stammered, "This servant just... feels that Madam is a little different, as if, as if she has become much more dignified, yes! Dignified."

In my memory, the lady has always been gentle and kind, speaking softly and gently, making people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

She obeyed the old lady's every word, treated her sister-in-law with utmost courtesy, and showed the Marquis the utmost respect and affection.

But yesterday, Ruyi overheard the lady scolding the Marquis, showing no respect to the old lady and to her sister-in-law as well.

Not to mention the overwhelming authority he exuded when speaking to the wet nurse.

This was not the lady she remembered at all, but she liked this kind of lady.

Wen Jiayue remained silent for a long time.

Having served as the Lady of the Marquis's Mansion for four years, and with the growing influence of Shen Fuhan, who was wielding increasing power in the court, it was difficult for her not to exude authority.

Even if her face is still that of a seventeen-year-old, her mindset is already that of a twenty-year-old.

"Perhaps it's because motherhood makes one strong," Wen Jiayue stroked her daughter's cheek. "With a child, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I will definitely protect Zhaozhao in the future."

Ruyi felt that the lady's words had a hidden meaning, but she couldn't figure it out, so she had to give up.

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything more about it. She looked at her face, which had been less swollen, but was still a little red.

"Does it still hurt?"

Ruyi smiled and said, "I'm much better, Madam. You don't need to worry. However, your ointment is too precious. I'll use my own instead."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips: "You're being distant with me by saying that. You took a slap for me, and all you need to do is use some ointment. Do you think I'd feel bad about that?"

Ruyi's eyes welled with tears. She sniffed and asked, "Is Madam hungry? Shall I go and prepare a meal?"

Wen Jiayue responded, then suddenly felt something was amiss.

Why didn't Shen Fuhan wake her up last night? Was he asleep too? Did Zhao Zhao not eat anything last night?

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue asked, "Did the wet nurse feed Zhaozhao? Did she eat a lot?"

Ruyi nodded: "Of course she was fed, but Miss didn't eat much. I suppose Madam fed her a lot last night."

This was strange. Wen Jiayue frowned slightly. She was clearly not awake, but if she hadn't been fed, her breasts would definitely be engorged in the morning.

In a flash, she thought of a possibility.

Perhaps Shen Fuhan never intended to call her; he simply shoved Zhaozhao into her arms and began to undress her…

Wen Jiayue was both embarrassed and angry. "Is Shen Fuhan crazy?!"