Chapter 498 Final Chapter

Chapter 498: Epilogue

By June, the weather got hotter and hotter each day.

Sun Yijun, feeling cooped up at home, wrote a letter inviting Jiang Shu to Princess Yu Lan's estate for a small gathering.

With the Jiang family business running smoothly, Jiang Shu didn’t need to check on it every day. Just as she was preparing to take Yu Ziyou to the princess’s estate, a servant came to report.

"My lady, the second son of the Marquis’ residence, Shen Changhuai, and his wife are here to see you."

Shen Changhuai and Wang Yueyao—what had brought them here?

Since Yu Zheng wasn’t at home, Jiang Shu went alone to the front hall to meet them, puzzled.

"Changhuai, Yueyao," she said, delighted to see old friends.

"Greetings, my lady," Shen Changhuai and Wang Yueyao said respectfully, bowing.

Jiang Shu helped them up and sat in the host's chair, asking why they had come to see her.

Shen Changhuai said, "I’ve come on behalf of my elder brother to repay the debt owed to you."

With that, he called out toward the hall entrance. Several servants from the Marquis' residence carried in five wooden chests, set them down, and withdrew after saluting.

Shen Changhuai stepped forward and opened the chests. "This is the silver the Marquis' residence owes you. Count it if you'd like."

Jiang Shu was at a loss for words as she stared at the chests of silver. "It’s been so long, I’d almost forgotten about this. Back then, it was just some bad blood between us—there’s no need to take it seriously now."

After experiencing the war, Jiang Shu had moved past old grudges and no longer dwelled on past conflicts.

Shen Changhuai said solemnly, "A debt's a debt. We must take it seriously."

Wang Yueyao added, "Please accept it, my lady. The Emperor has been generous with his rewards, and the Marquis' residence is no longer short on silver."

Seeing Shen Changhuai’s earnest expression, Jiang Shu couldn’t refuse and had to accept.

"Summon Chuyu," Jiang Shu said, calling Chuyu over and whispering a few instructions to her.

Chuyu passed Yu Ziyou to Jiang Shu and quickly left.

Wang Yueyao looked at Young Prince Yu Ziyou in Jiang Shu’s arms and praised with a smile, "The Young Prince is so clever and adorable."

"Don’t mention it—he’s quite a handful," Jiang Shu said with helpless fondness.

Yu Ziyou was full of energy. Ever since he learned to crawl, he couldn’t sit still, and if left unattended for even a moment, he would crawl all over the place. Recently, he had grown even more capable, able to take wobbly steps while holding onto furniture.

Wang Yueyao said, "That’s how it is. Once they learn to walk, it’s even worse—they dart around everywhere, and you can't take your eyes off them for a second. The slightest inattention, and they’ll bump into something or cause trouble."

Jiang Shu chuckled. "From the way you say it, you’ve gained experience dealing with Youlin."

Shen Youlin, now two or three years old, was at the age of exploring the world on his own. No doubt Wang Yueyao had her share of headaches.

"Indeed," Wang Yueyao said with a fond sigh, then took a palm-sized brocade box from her sleeve and approached Jiang Shu. "This is a gift for the Young Prince. We hope it's to your liking."

She opened the box, revealing a delicate jade puzzle ball inside.

Knowing Yu Ziyou already had everything, she hadn’t brought something like a jade pendant or bracelet but instead chose a small toy that children would love.

Sure enough, Yu Ziyou took to it immediately, delighted, clutching it tight as he played.

"You’ve gone to such trouble." Jiang Shu was deeply moved.

This gift must have taken Wang Yueyao and Shen Changhuai considerable effort.

Wang Yueyao smiled sheepishly. "Compared to what you've given us, it’s rather unworthy."

"It’s the thought that counts," Jiang Shu patted her hand.

Wang Yueyao nodded and sat back down to chat with Jiang Shu.

Since the Marquis’s household was full of old acquaintances, after asking about Shen Youlin and Concubine Liu, Jiang Shu casually inquired about Xu Lingyi.

Wang Yueyao pursed her lips. "From what Big Brother let on, he has no intention of remarrying. Now that she’s the only concubine by his side, with no one to oppress or control her, she’s doing quite well for herself."

Jiang Shu nodded. "She got exactly what she wanted."

As they spoke, Chuyu returned.

"Milady," Chuyu presented the retrieved item to Jiang Shu.

After a glance, Jiang Shu instructed her to hand it to Shen Changhuai.

Inside a small wooden box was a promissory note in Shen Changze’s own handwriting, bearing his seal.

"Take this back to Marquis Shen. From now on, we’re square," Jiang Shu’s expression was calm and unreadable.

That Shen Changze didn’t come himself today meant he didn’t want to see her, and likely never would again.

"I understand," Shen Changhuai accepted it and stood to take his leave.

Wang Yueyao hesitated to leave and glanced back at Jiang Shu.

Though she and Jiang Shu clicked instantly with no hard feelings, they bore the surname Shen and belonged to the Jing'an Marquis’s household—destined never to form a deep bond with Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu understood this as well. She rose to see them off, saying, "We’ll meet again."

Since they all lived in Shang Jing, even if they had no private interactions, they would inevitably cross paths at various banquets.

Hearing this, Wang Yueyao perked up and waved Jiang Shu off.

After they left, Jiang Shu saw to the chests of silver and soon departed for the nearby princess’s manor.

Sun Yijun had arrived earlier and, seeing Jiang Shu’s belated appearance, asked curiously, "Sis, what took you so long?"

Jiang Shu explained the reason.

Sun Yijun, taking a bite of peach, remarked, "Huh, so the man actually coughed up the money. Seems he still has some shame."

Yu Lan said, "Though Marquis Jing'an distinguished himself this time, he also lost an arm, and his wife fell in battle. One could say his family paid the ultimate price for their loyalty."

"Mmm," Jiang Shu agreed with Yu Lan’s words and added solemnly, "Since there are no ties remaining, there’s no need to speak of it further."

Whether it was glory or mockery, the affairs of the Jing'an Marquis’s household no longer concerned them.

The three dropped the subject and moved on to other topics.

Before long, they were talking about children.

"You’re so lucky, sis. Two at once means you’re done," Sun Yijun said enviously.

"Ziyou is such a good boy—so easy to handle. Unlike my Huiyin, who's like a crybaby reborn—crying day and night nonstop. It’s driving me crazy."

Thinking of Yu Huiyin, who burst into tears over nothing and couldn’t be soothed once she started, Sun Yijun looked completely worn out.

Even with Rong Royal Consort, the nursemaid, and servants pitching in, Sun Yijun still found it a headache.

Just to get some peace, she left Huiyin behind when she came to the princess’s estate.

Seeing her miserable expression, Jiang Shu and Yu Lan couldn’t help but laugh.

Sun Yijun grumbled, "You’re laughing at me now?"

Yu Lan suppressed a chuckle. "Oh, who was it that bragged she’s always the one getting under people’s skin? No one alive could ever get to her. Well, now that person has been born."

Sun Yijun had no comeback and just shot Yu Lan a glare.

Jiang Shu smiled and comforted her, "She’ll outgrow it—just wait till she’s older. Weren’t you the one who said you’d gang up on Yu Yuan with her?"

Hearing this, Sun Yijun’s frustration eased slightly, and she said eagerly, "I hope she grows up quickly."

"Time really flies—Ziyou’s already toddling around!" Jiang Shu steadied Yu Ziyou as he wobbled about.

Ziyou gripped a little jade ball in one fist and clung to Jiang Shu with the other, playing happily around her.

Yu Lan turned her gaze outside and remarked, "The sun’s going down—they ought to be back any minute."

Zhou Boxu and Yu Zheng were out on official business, while Yu Yuan was managing the Cuiyun Tower. They knew ahead of time and would join them for dinner once their tasks were done.

"Mother." Just as the three were talking, Zhuang Yun’s voice sounded from outside.

Yu Lan turned and saw Zhou Boxu and Zhuang Yun stepping inside together.

Zhuang Yun had grown taller, already looking more grown-up.

"Where are the babies?" Zhuang Yun asked as soon as he entered.

Yu Lan replied gently, "They’re sleeping."

Wails came from the next room the moment Yu Lan finished speaking.

Soon enough, father and son came back, carrying Zhou Shiyu and Zhou Shiran.

"Ah…" Ziyou started fussing, begging to go play outside.

Yu Lan stood up. "It’s cooled off—let’s walk in the garden."

As she spoke, she took Zhou Shiran from Zhuang Yun’s arms, and the group made their way to the rear garden.

Ziyou had gotten heavy, and Jiang Shu’s arms were tired from holding him. Just as she thought about resting in the pavilion, she turned and saw Yu Zheng and Yu Yuan approaching against the light.

Backlit by the sunset, their silhouettes looked impressively tall.

Extra: Yu Zheng & Jiang Shu

On Yu Ziyou’s first birthday, Jiang Shu prepared all sorts of gifts—instruments, games, books, art supplies, even little knives and seals…

Ziyou peered around on a red carpet strewn with various objects before finally grabbing an exquisitely crafted miniature golden jade abacus and waving it around excitedly.

The jade beads of the abacus made a pleasant clinking sound, causing Yu Ziyou to break into a wide grin.

The room went dead silent, with everyone staring at Yu Ziyou, not daring to breathe.

"You chose this?" Yu Zheng knit his brows slightly.

He had originally intended to raise Yu Ziyou to be a man of both letters and martial arts, serving the nation and bringing good to the people.

Who would have thought that Yu Ziyou would grab an abacus instead?

"Hehehe..." Sitting on the red carpet, Yu Ziyou shook the abacus and chuckled gleefully.

Jiang Shu spoke softly, "This is just a zhua zhou ceremony, my husband. Don't read too much into it. Ziyou’s future depends entirely on how he is taught."

"Hmm." Yu Zheng responded with a sigh, his frustration easing.

Though the zhua zhou ceremony shouldn’t be taken too literally, if Yu Ziyou’s destiny truly lay in this, it was fate.

Not long after Yu Ziyou’s first birthday, the autumn hunting season arrived.

Jiang Shu didn’t know how to hunt, but after hearing Yu Zheng describe the breathtaking scenery of the hunting grounds, she decided to join.

While they were discussing the trip, Jiang Ning happened to arrive and overheard, his eyes shining with excitement.

"You want to go?" Yu Zheng noticed.

Jiang Ning nodded eagerly. "Brother-in-law, can I come along?"

Yu Zheng drummed his fingers on the armrest lightly. "How's your studies coming along?"

"Feel free to test me, brother-in-law." Jiang Ning patted his chest confidently.

Seeing his confidence, Yu Zheng didn’t hold back, firing off some tough questions.

Jiang Ning rattled off most answers, and for the few he didn’t know, Yu Zheng gave slight hints, which he quickly grasped.

"Not bad. Now compose a poem—take autumn as the theme." Yu Zheng picked up his teacup to sip.

Jiang Ning turned to look outside, pondered briefly, then recited it clearly. At the end, he looked to Yu Zheng for approval.

Yu Zheng set down his teacup. "Go pack your things. We leave in three days."

"Thank you, brother-in-law!" Jiang Ning grinned from ear to ear.

Jiang Shu watched the young man before her, a swell of emotion rising in her.

She was eight years older than Jiang Ning and had watched him grow up. Before she knew it, he was already sixteen—all grown up.

They say an elder sister is like a mother. Gazing at Jiang Ning, Jiang Shu felt the pride of seeing her family’s child come of age.

Three days later, Jiang Ning, riding the horse Yu Zheng had gifted him, accompanied them to the royal hunting grounds outside the capital.

After a night’s rest from the journey, everyone was refreshed, their eyes gleaming as they stared at the distant mountains and forests.

Especially Jiang Ning and Zhuang Yun, who had trained in archery and horsemanship for two years. The moment they arrived, they were raring to hunt. After suffering through a night of waiting, both were practically bursting.

At the emperor’s command, the eager crowd, bows drawn and ready, raced into the hunting grounds.

"Hyah—hyah—!"

Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu planned an autumn hunt together, so they didn’t accompany Jiang Ning and Zhuang Yun, instead having guards accompany them. Yu Yuan and Sun Yijun also joined them.

Having not hunted for two years, the hunting grounds teemed with plump game. As soon as they entered the woods, they spotted rabbits bolting and pheasants taking flight.

These small birds and animals were too small to be dangerous, so the guards allowed Jiang Ning and Zhuang Yun to chase and hunt them freely, keeping watch nearby to coach them.

Sun Yijun spotted a pheasant and excitedly drew her bow, aimed, and loosed an arrow, clipping one tail feather.

The panicked pheasant took wing, only to be struck down by another arrow that followed closely.

Sun Yijun tutted and widened her eyes in surprise, turning to look at Yu Yuan beside her.

"How was that?" Yu Yuan grinned triumphantly as he held his bow.

"Who said you could take my shot?" Sun Yijun sniffed, instructing the accompanying guard to retrieve the pheasant and count it as her own.

Yu Yuan: "..."

Not far away, Jiang Ning and Zhuang Yun dove into the hunt eagerly.

However, after firing several arrows in succession, neither of them succeeded—not like practice targets.

After numerous attempts, they got the hang of it and finally managed to hit their mark.

"We did it! We hit it!" Overjoyed at their first successful hunt, Jiang Ning and Zhuang Yun cheered loudly.

The guard retrieved the prey and said, "Congratulations, Master Zhuang, Master Jiang."

Encouraged, their enthusiasm soared even higher. Brimming with youthful vigor, they relentlessly pursued their prey, reveling in the thrill of the chase.

Deep in the mountains, Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu held their bows in their left hands while reining their horses with their right, chasing after a few deer. As the distance closed, they almost simultaneously drew arrows, nocked them, and let fly in perfect sync.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two running deer fell to the ground.

Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu merely glanced at them before continuing their pursuit without pause.

The guards following behind them already had a mounting pile of game strapped to their horses—pheasants, wild boars, and more.

From the moment they entered the woods, the two were in fierce hunting competition, and nearly none of the prey they spotted managed to escape.

The quiet mountains erupted with activity, the cries of birds and beasts echoing nonstop, as if the entire mountain thrummed with life.

Jiang Shu and Yu Lan, unable to ride or shoot, could not join in the excitement and instead took in the autumn vistas.

This was the royal hunting ground, kept pristine, off-limits to commoners, leaving its mountains and waters lush and unspoiled.

Strolling leisurely on the soft grass, Jiang Shu and Yu Lan made pleasant conversation as they strolled, utterly at ease.

As night fell, bonfires were lit in the vast clearing outside the woods, and the day’s hunted game sizzled over the flames, glazed with savory drippings.

Jiang Shu, Yu Zheng, and a few others sat together, drinking and eating while chatting excitedly about the day's fun moments.

Yu Zheng and Zhou Boxu had a wager going, but after a day of competition, one had hunted slightly more in quantity while the other had taken down larger prey. Upon careful consideration, it was too close to call.

Having had their fill of fun, neither cared much about the outcome. They shared a smile and clinked their cups together.

Autumn slipped away quickly, and winter arrived in the blink of an eye.

When the first snow fell, the plum blossoms in the manor's back garden bloomed.

The powdery snow contrasted vividly with the vibrant red plum blossoms, so beautiful it took their breath away.

Yu Ziyou, who had just learned to walk, wriggled out of Jiang Shu's hold and stumbled cheerfully through the plum grove. Predictably, he took a tumble after just a few steps.

The powdery snow cushioned his fall, leaving a small dent. Yu Zheng strode over and lifted Yu Ziyou up.

"Ptooey—" Yu Ziyou had gotten a mouthful of snow and made a face as he spat it out.

"Did you get boo-boos?" Jiang Shu crouched down, brushing the snowflakes off Yu Ziyou’s clothes.

Noticing the snowflakes landing on Jiang Shu's head, Yu Ziyou thought it was magical and reached out with his tiny hand to touch them.

The snowflakes were cold and delicate, melting the moment his fingers made contact.

Watching the snow vanish, Yu Ziyou's big dark eyes grew round with wonder. Ignoring the cold, he stretched out his hands to catch the falling snow.

"Hehehe—" As he played, Yu Ziyou laughed joyfully.

Still unsteady on his feet and tilting his head back to watch the snow, he was about to faceplant into a plum tree. Yu Zheng swiftly scooped him up.

"Ziyou, look here." Jiang Shu pointed at a plum blossom branch.

The pretty and tempting plum blossoms dusted with snow looked like yummy treats. The more Yu Ziyou stared, the more they seemed edible, and he opened his mouth to take a bite.

"No no, that's not food!" Jiang Shu hurriedly tried to stop him.

But Yu Ziyou was too quick—he had already bitten into the snow and petals, munching noisily.

"Spit it out, that's not edible!" Jiang Shu reached to pinch his mouth open.

Yu Ziyou turned his head away, munching even more enthusiastically.

Only when the snow melted and the petals turned bitter and icy in his mouth did Yu Ziyou scrunch up his face in disgust and spit it out.

Seeing this, Jiang Shu was both exasperated and amused.

Ever since Yu Ziyou had gained mobility, he insisted on tasting everything he encountered, no matter how often they tried to dissuade him.

"That's what you get for being greedy," Yu Zheng said without sympathy.

Yu Ziyou stuck out his lower lip, clearly displeased.

"There there, sweetheart. Later, we’ll pick some blossoms and clean snow to make you plum cakes," Jiang Shu wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief.

The snow had quietly ceased, and the family of three continued their stroll.

After just a few steps, Yu Ziyou wriggled insistently to walk on his own.

In the vast plum grove, Yu Ziyou wobbled ahead unsteadily, while Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng followed closely behind, leaving two large and one small set of footprints in the snow.

With the snowfall, the New Year was not far away.

Once New Year’s passed, spring would soon arrive.

Daizhao was peaceful and stable, everything in perfect order. With no urgent court affairs, Yu Zheng took a long leave from the emperor to tour Daizhao’s landscapes with Jiang Shu and Yu Ziyou.

Jiang Shu was thrilled. With her father still healthy and capable of managing the Jiang family business, she could seize the chance to unwind and set off happily on their journey.

Spring arrived early in Jiangnan, so the first destination after leaving the capital was there.

Unlike last time, this trip saw them traveling by boat, taking their time enjoying the views along the way.

Tanyu gave birth last August, and her child was still dependent on her care, so she and Zhuiyun stayed behind at the prince's residence.

Yu Ziyou was used to having Chuyu wait on him, so she accompanied them on the journey.

When the boat docked at Lin'an Prefecture, Qin Yi and Wei Yu were already at the pier with a carriage, waiting.

"We’ll stop at the inn first," Yu Zheng instructed after boarding the carriage.

They were traveling incognito, and Yu Zheng did not want to alert local officials.

After nearly two weeks on the boat, both Jiang Shu and Yu Ziyou were a bit queasy. By the time they settled into the inn, it was already evening. After dinner and washing up, they retired early.

The next day, rested and rejuvenated, Jiang Shu visited the Ci'an Orphanage with Yu Zheng.

Three years had passed, and Beggars' Alley was unrecognizable from before. The five dilapidated houses in the alley had been completely refurbished, indistinguishable from the surrounding homes. The only catch was that these houses were interconnected, and all the residents were children.

"Catch me if you can! Over here..."

As Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng carried Yu Ziyou into the alley, a group of children were chasing and playing.

Dressed neatly, their faces clean and bright with smiles, all looked healthy and lively—clearly well taken care of.

"Ah!" A young child, not watching where they were going, ran straight into Zhufeng at the front.

The other kids, noticing strangers entering the alley, stopped their play and gazed at Jiang Shu’s group, wary but curious.

Just as Jiang Shu was about to speak, the children suddenly scattered, darting back inside.

Jiang Shu sighed lightly and stepped toward the open courtyard gate.

As she reached the entrance, a clear female voice rang out from inside.

"Come, take me to see who..."

Before the words could finish, the speaker stepped out of the gate and froze in shock upon seeing Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng, the rest of her sentence stuck in her throat.

"Director, that’s them," a child tugged at Zhao Manying's sleeve.

Zhao Manying snapped out of her daze, her face lighting up with excitement as she looked at Jiang Shu's smiling face.

"Manying, it's been a long time," Jiang Shu said softly.

"It really is you! What brings you here?" Zhao Manying stepped forward to grasp Jiang Shu's hands, both surprised and delighted.

She had never seen Jiang Shu in women's attire before, and after years apart, she hesitated to recognize her at first glance.

As for Yu Zheng, half of his face was obscured by Yu Ziyou, making it hard to see him clearly.

"We came by to see you. How have you been?" Jiang Shu carefully observed Zhao Manying, noticing she had become more formidable and assertive compared to before, with less of her former soft elegance.

Zhao Manying smiled. "I'm doing well. You all seem to be doing great too."

A happy, complete family of three—how utterly enviable. Unlike her, still alone to this day.

"Come, let's go inside and sit down," Zhao Manying said, pulling Jiang Shu into the courtyard.

Once seated in the hall, two young girls in their teens served tea, while a group of children gathered outside, peeking in with curiosity.

"Take them to play. Don’t disturb our guests," Zhao Manying instructed.

"Yes, Director," the two young girls replied, leading the children away.

After observing, Jiang Shu remarked, "It seems you’re doing quite well as the director—quite authoritative."

Zhao Manying frowned and sighed. "Don’t even mention it. These past few years have nearly driven me to distraction."

A group of street children who had grown up without discipline—suddenly having to teach them manners was a constant struggle.

Just the tutors alone, they had driven away no fewer than ten. Only the current scholar, in dire need of money, had stuck around.

These children, haunted by hunger, cared only about filling their bellies. Every mealtime turned into a wild free-for-all, food scattered everywhere, and no matter how much Zhao Manying yelled, none would listen.

Forget about manners or reason—these children had no sense of discipline at all, along with habits like stealing, lying, and worse offenses.

Recalling the past few years, Zhao Manying wore an expression of deep frustration.

Jiang Shu comforted her, "You've been through so much."

Just from Zhao Manying’s brief words, Jiang Shu could sense her struggles—let alone the reality Zhao Manying had lived through.

Comparing the past to now, the children had changed tremendously, a testament to Zhao Manying’s immense effort.

"Compared to what you’ve done, my efforts are nothing," Zhao Manying changed the subject, praising Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng’s remarkable achievements.

Especially Jiang Shu—she had truly inspired women across the land.

Over the years, the two had exchanged occasional letters, keeping each other somewhat updated on their lives.

"You mentioned in your letters that Lady Wang often helps out at the orphanage. Why haven’t I seen her today?" Jiang Shu asked casually.

Kind-hearted, Lady Wang had started helping Zhao Manying half a year after her recovery from childbirth. With her help, Zhao Manying had some burden lifted, and during times when she felt overwhelmed, she had someone to lean on.

Time reveals true hearts—now the two were the best of friends.

Zhao Manying explained, "Her son came down with an illness the day before yesterday. She likely won’t have time these next few days."

Jiang Shu nodded understandingly. "Spring weather changes constantly, and colds spread easily. You should take care of your health too."

Zhao Manying agreed. "What brings you here this time?"

"To travel and take in the scenery of Daizhao."

At this, Zhao Manying’s face flashed with envy—this had been her dream as well.

Yet, she was tied down by the children of the orphanage, unsure when she’d ever have the freedom to step out.

The two chatted back and forth, from Jiang Shu’s exploits to their travel plans, until the tea in their cups grew tepid and Yu Ziyou was growing impatient.

Jiang Shu cut herself off and rose to leave.

Zhao Manying seemed reluctant to let them go and invited them for an evening cruise with dinner.

Jiang Shu shook her head immediately upon hearing this. "I've had enough of boats. Come to the inn this evening, and we’ll have dinner together."

"Alright," Zhao Manying agreed readily.

As they were leaving after settling their plans, Jiang Shu noticed a man approaching from the arched doorway connecting the two courtyards.

Dressed in a scholarly blue robe, he was handsome and scholarly—likely a teacher from Ci’an Orphanage.

Upon seeing Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng, he stopped at the arched gate and bowed politely.

Yu Zheng gave him a once-over, while Jiang Shu nodded in return.

Even after stepping out of the courtyard, they could still hear the conversation fading inside.

"Headmistress, are they your friends? They don’t seem like locals of Lin’an."

"Yes. Mr. Liu, did you need something from me?"

"I heard you had distinguished guests and came to take a look."

"Oh..."

Yu Zheng and Jiang Shu gradually walked farther away, and their voices faded.

The March weather in Lin’an was pleasant, with every step offering new views. Like ordinary travelers, Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng took their time enjoying the beauty of Lin’an.

In the evening, Zhao Manying showed up at the inn right on time.

During the casual conversation over dinner, Jiang Shu asked about Mr. Liu.

"Mr. Liu? He’s a good man. Not only is he patient and tolerant with the children at Ci’an Orphanage, but he also goes out of his way to help me."

Zhao Manying’s expression softened unconsciously, her face lighting up with a smile. "He knows how hard it is for a woman like me to make it on my own, so he helps and supports me in everything. He’s one in a million."

As an orphaned woman trying to get by, she naturally faced plenty of unwelcome attention—whether for money or other ill intentions.

When Ci’an Orphanage was first established, Zhao Manying endured no shortage of harassment and bullying. After Mr. Liu arrived, he often had her back, saving her from a lot of grief.

After listening to Zhao Manying’s account, Jiang Shu asked meaningfully, "Is he like this with everyone?"

"How would I know?" Zhao Manying’s expression changed oddly.

Jiang Shu chuckled and didn’t press further, only remarking that Zhao Manying wasn't getting any younger and should consider marriage if she had someone in mind.

Zhao Manying froze, her face turning crimson. She opened her mouth to explain but felt anything she said would only seem like an excuse.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Shu was more convinced than ever.

After meeting Zhao Manying, Jiang Shu set up a meeting with Young Master Wang the next day.

Due to their partnership with the Jiang family’s business, the Wangs had been keeping tabs on Jiang-related news. Moreover, Yu Zheng and Jiang Shu’s grand wedding had been publicly announced, making Jiang Shu’s identity widely known.

Upon receiving the message, Young Master Wang wouldn't dream of cutting corners. He booked the finest restaurant in Lin’an and, accompanied by Lady Wang, hosted a banquet in their honor.

To the Wang family, Jiang Shu was an absolute godsend. Not only had she collaborated with them to save their business, but she had also rescued Young Master Wang himself.

After a year of imprisonment and reform, Young Master Wang was completely different from his former self—Jiang Shu barely recognized him.

Following a proper greeting and cautious seating, Young Master Wang expressed heartfelt thanks to Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng.

Jiang Shu waved it off lightly and asked, "Has Young Master Wang's illness improved?"

Lady Wang looked momentarily startled before replying with grateful surprise, "Thank you for your concern, Princess Consort. He has nearly recovered."

Jiang Shu nodded and got down to business, discussing the trade between Jiang Ji and the Wang family.

The Wang family’s silk goods were of superior quality, and now that Young Master Wang had truly reformed and taken charge of the family business, there would be no further risks. Jiang Shu decided to establish a long-term partnership with them.

Young Master Wang was of the same mind, and they struck a deal at once.

After wrapping up their dealings, Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng visited Lingyin Temple.

Revisiting the familiar place, the two stood beneath the seven-leaf tree, filled with emotion.

The lush tree was covered with wishing plaques, old and new, making it impossible to identify which two belonged to them.

"Did the wish you made that day come true, my lord?" Jiang Shu asked, peering up at the wishing plaques atop the tree.

Yu Zheng nodded. "It did. And yours?"

Jiang Shu smiled brightly. "It’s well on its way."

"What do you mean?" Yu Zheng frowned in confusion.

Jiang Shu turned her eyes back to him and blinked playfully. "It's on its way to fulfillment."

Hearing this, Yu Zheng smiled and took her hand. "Then we should continue on our way too."

Jiang Shu nodded in reply, and the two walked away hand in hand.

Behind them, the countless wishing plaques swayed in the wind, tinkling like wind chimes.

Speaking a wish aloud steals its magic. Neither asked the other, yet both remembered clearly what they had wished for that day.

Yu Zheng had written: *“To share one heart, and never part till old.”*

As for Jiang Shu, she had prayed: *“May Prince Jing Yu Zheng live a life of peace, prosperity, and good health.”*

Life is long, and their wishes were coming true, step by step.

Side Story: Yu Lan and Zhou Boxu

Yu Lan first met Zhou Boxu on a sunny spring morning.

The royal princes and princesses studied together in the same palace courtyard, taught by Zhou Tai Fu.

That day, as usual, Yu Lan made her way to class in the morning light when she noticed a stranger seated by the window.

His attention was fixed on the book in his hands, the gentle sunlight casting a peaceful and striking glow on his profile—she stared, momentarily spellbound.

As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head and met her eyes briefly before rising to greet her.

"Your Highness."

These were the first words Zhou Boxu ever spoke to Yu Lan.

At that time, Yu Lan was eight years old, and Zhou Boxu was eleven, already showing signs of adolescence.

"Who are you?" Yu Lan became curious about him.

The boy, still somewhat childish, replied politely, "Zhou Boxu, son of the Grand Tutor."

Yu Lan remembered that name.

During class, Zhou Tai Fu explained to them that Zhou Boxu had been personally selected by the emperor to accompany them in their studies in the palace.

"So, will he come every day from now on?" Yu Lan blurted out.

Zhou Tai Fu nodded, and Yu Lan felt strangely excited.

When class ended, Yu Lan took out the lotus flower cakes made by Noble Consort Yu to share with Yu Zheng, and also offered one to Zhou Boxu.

"My mother made these. They’re delicious."

Zhou Boxu was flattered but did not accept, saying stiffly, "I shouldn't accept gifts I haven't earned."

Yu Lan's eyes darted, glanced at the book on his desk, and asked a question she hadn’t understood in class.

Zhou Boxu patiently explained in detail.

"Here, this is for you," Yu Lan pushed the pastry toward him again.

Zhou Boxu hesitated but finally took it, wrapping it in an embroidered silk handkerchief.

From then on, Yu Lan would ask Zhou Boxu all kinds of questions every day, and each time Zhou Boxu answered, he would receive various pastries as thanks.

After asking questions, Yu Lan would casually chat with him.

However, Zhou Boxu was not much of a talker; beyond answering academic questions, he was never one for small talk.

But he would listen carefully.

As time passed, Yu Lan came to regard Zhou Boxu as a playmate, and Zhou Boxu grew accustomed to bringing a lotus flower cake home every day.

But suddenly, one day, Yu Lan did not come.

For the first time, his mind wandered during class, his eyes kept drifting to Yu Lan’s empty seat.

The next day, and the day after that...

Finally, Zhou Boxu quietly asked Yu Zheng after class.

"My sister is ill," Yu Zheng told him.

"What's wrong with the princess? Is it serious?" Zhou Boxu clenched his fists and asked urgently.

Yu Zheng replied, "Just a cold. She'll be better soon."

Zhou Boxu sighed in relief, quietly hoping Yu Lan would get better soon.

He thought it would take several more days to see Yu Lan again, but unexpectedly, while leaving the palace with Zhou Tai Fu after class, Yu Lan's laughter reached his ears in the imperial garden.

His head snapped up, and he saw Yu Lan swinging on a nearby swing.

"Imperial Father, higher..."

Yu Lan sat on the swing, peals of laughter escaping her lips as the emperor in person pushed her.

Grand Tutor Zhou led Zhou Boxu forward to pay their respects.

Seeing Zhou Boxu, Yu Lan made room and invited him to join her on the swing.

“This... isn’t proper,” Grand Tutor Zhou gently declined.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan jumped off the swing and said, “Then let’s go catch butterflies instead.”

Zhou Boxu remained silent, glancing at Grand Tutor Zhou beside him.

Grand Tutor Zhou was still searching for the right words to refuse when the emperor spoke up.

“Go ahead. The princess has been ill for days and only today regained her energy. Accompany her for a while.”

“Yes,” Grand Tutor Zhou had to comply with the emperor’s order.

“Let’s go over there!” Yu Lan grabbed Zhou Boxu’s hand and ran toward the butterflies dancing among the blossoms.

Yu Lan chased after the butterflies, while Zhou Boxu’s gaze followed her.

After not seeing her for days, she seemed to have lost some weight—she must have suffered during her illness.

“Ah! The butterfly landed on my head! Quick, catch it for me.” Yu Lan stood perfectly still, barely daring to move.

Zhou Boxu approached carefully, reaching out to capture the butterfly resting in Yu Lan’s hair.

Once the butterfly was caught, Yu Lan was overjoyed, her eyes shining with joy.

Her cheeks were flushed from excitement, making her look quite adorable.

The boy, unaware of what these feelings meant, felt his heart skip a beat before racing in his chest.

From a distance, Grand Tutor Zhou observed the scene, cautiously gauging the emperor’s reaction.

The emperor’s expression softened, with a hint of a smile, seeming pleased with Zhou Boxu.

Grand Tutor Zhou understood.

Once recovered from her illness, Yu Lan, the emperor’s favorite, spirited daughter, returned to her studies.

Sometimes, she would impulsively pull Zhou Boxu out of class to play in the imperial gardens.

Only Zhou Boxu was ever punished—though he never spoke of it, and Yu Lan remained unaware.

After years confined in the palace without playmates, Yu Lan regarded Zhou Boxu as her only friend. Over time, their bond grew even closer.

Seasons came and went, and before they knew it, Yu Lan turned fifteen.

One day, she pulled Zhou Boxu out of class again, and the two lay in the sun on the grass.

“I won’t be attending classes anymore,” Yu Lan said suddenly.

“Why?” Zhou Boxu asked, puzzled.

Yu Lan turned onto her side, resting her head on her hand. “My mother says that I’m grown up now and should learn other things.”

Zhou Boxu frowned, saying quietly, “Does that mean I won’t get to see you anymore, Your Highness?”

"Of course not, let me tell you..." Yu Lan leaned close to his ear, whispering softly to him.

The warm breath brushed against Zhou Boxu's ear, making his skin prickle with discomfort. The sweet fragrance of the girl drifted into his nose, making his pulse quicken.

He swallowed hard and turned his head away, putting some distance between them.

"Did you remember?" Yu Lan asked him.

"Mhm." Zhou Boxu nodded, his ears reddening, not daring to meet her gaze.

Their weekly meetings became the hope nestled in Zhou Boxu's heart.

"The sun's getting harsh, let's go." Yu Lan stood up, brushing the grass off her dress.

Zhou Boxu rose as well, his height blocking the sun for Yu Lan.

"How are you so tall?" Yu Lan exclaimed, holding her hand up to compare their heights.

Zhou Boxu remained silent, gazing down at the delicate girl before him, his heart belonging to no one else.

The next three years flew by, marked by their repeated meetings.

As Yu Lan's eighteenth birthday approached, the emperor announced his intention to choose a husband for her. It was clear to all that the emperor and Noble Consort Yu had chosen Zhou Boxu.

Zhou Boxu, accomplished in both literature and martial arts, was a perfect match for Yu Lan—no one could object to the pairing.

But just then, an urgent report came from the southwest.

The emperor ordered the Zhuang father and son to suppress the rebellion in the southwest.

With the Zhuang family having only one heir for generations, this campaign meant likely death. To ensure the continuation of their lineage and seek divine protection, they boldly requested Yu Lan's hand in marriage.

The childhood sweethearts were forced apart, and Yu Lan, biting back her tears, married Zhuang Heng.

In an instant, both Yu Lan and Zhou Boxu changed.

The lively, bright girl became dignified and graceful, shouldering the responsibilities of a princess.

The once-vibrant nobleman grew cold and withdrawn, shutting out all thoughts of love.

They had resigned themselves to a life of regret, believing fate had denied them happiness together—until heaven granted them another chance.

This time, he would never let her slip away again.

"Shiyu, slow down, be careful not to fall." Zhuang Yun steadied Zhou Shiyu as she took wobbly steps.

Yu Lan and Zhou Boxu exchanged a smile, holding Zhou Shiyu's hand as they followed behind.

The warm spring sun bathed the family of five in its gentle glow, creating the most perfect family portrait.

Zhuiyun and Tanyu's Story

After Leng Xing and Zhufeng left with Jiang Shu and Yu Zheng, the princely estate fell silent once more.

With Zhuoteng and Frost Blossom managing the household affairs, Tanyu stayed in her courtyard, caring for her newborn.

As for Zhuiyun, Yu Zheng had put him on duty—spending half the day on tasks and the other half on diaper duty and baby care in the residence.

"The plump infant's wails filled the courtyard."

Tanyu had been looking after the baby for half a day and was both exhausted and frustrated. The moment Zhuiyun returned, she handed the baby off to him like a hot potato.

"Phew—" Tanyu flopped down on the bamboo chair beneath the apricot tree, her back ready to give out. She never wanted to get up again.

She wasn’t Your Highness—no nannies or maids to assist her—so she had to do everything herself.

Thankfully, meals came from the kitchen, and Frosthua would help out when she had time. Otherwise, it would have been truly unbearable.

Since the baby was born, Tanyu had hardly slept a full night, up at least two or three times to nurse. So, the most relaxed part of her day was always the afternoon when Zhuiyun was home.

"Yan'er, be good, don’t cry..."

Just like now, Tanyu kicked back in the chair, watching Zhuiyun walk around bouncing the baby.

Once the child was rocked to sleep and placed in the cradle beside Tanyu, Zhuiyun brought out a basin of cloth diapers and began washing them with well water.

The courtyard was quiet, the soft breeze and birdsong mingling with the sound of Zhuiyun scrubbing diapers. The soothing rhythm soon lulled Tanyu into a yawn, and she tilted her head, drifting off to sleep.

She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but when she woke, the diapers were already hung out to dry, and Zhuiyun sat on a low stool, carving wood.

"What are you making?" Tanyu’s voice was sleep-rough.

Zhuiyun glanced up at her and smiled. "A rocking horse for Yan'er."

In another two or three months, the child would start learning to walk, and it would be just what he needs.

Being a first-time father, Zhuiyun was clueless at first. He asked around for advice from several elders in the estate, trying hard to learn how to be a good parent.

This was the first toy he was making for his child, so he was being extra careful.

Tanyu watched for a while before stretching and standing up.

It was already mid-April, and the apricots on the tree had turned from green to yellow, speckled with tiny spots.

Tanyu gazed up at them, her mouth watering. "Are they ripe yet?"

Zhuiyun looked at the barely yellowed apricots and answered honestly, "They need more time."

Tanyu licked her lips. "I think they’re ready. Here, pick a couple and let’s try."

Zhuiyun knew she wouldn’t rest until she tasted one, so he stood, walked to the tree, and with a quick jump, plucked two apricots, handing them to Tanyu.

She rubbed the dust off the skin and took an eager bite—only for her face to pucker instantly.

"Ugh, so sour!"

Zhuiyun just chuckled and shook his head, then went back to carving the rocking horse.

Tanyu stared at the apricot in her hand, reluctant to waste it. Just then, the baby started fussing.

At seven or eight months old, children begin exploring the world’s flavors, wanting to mouth everything they see.

"Yan'er, this is an apricot," Tanyu said mischievously as she picked up the baby.

Unaware of life’s little cruelties, the child eagerly sucked on the sour fruit his mother offered, only to make a face and shake his head.

"Ha ha ha..." Tanyu burst into laughter, trembling with amusement.

Zhuiyun sighed in resignation and quickly wiped the child's mouth with a handkerchief before giving him some water to drink.

The days flew by, and soon it was May.

The wooden horse was almost done, with Zhuiyun doing the final sanding before applying the tung oil finish.

Suddenly, an apricot dropped from the tree, bonking Zhuiyun on the head.

He picked it up and gave it a light squeeze—the flesh was soft, perfectly ripe.

Lately the days had grown hotter, and Tanyu and the child would take afternoon naps inside.

Zhuiyun glanced at the tree laden with yellow apricots, set aside his work, and climbed up to pick them, carefully selecting the ripest ones until he had filled a pouch.

When Tanyu woke and carried the child outside, her face instantly brightened at the sight of the apricots on the stone table.

"Are they ripe?" Tanyu hurried over, grinning from ear to ear.

Zhuiyun nodded.

The apricots, washed and arranged on a plate, shone a warm orange, giving off a sweet, tempting aroma.

Tanyu picked one up and took a bite—soft, juicy, and deliciously sweet.

Mmm, just as good as last year's batch.

"Yan'er, try it—it's so good," Tanyu offered the apricot to the child.

Though babies don't remember well, recent and particularly vivid experiences still leave an impression. The baby immediately leaned back, his whole face scrunched up in refusal.

"It's not sour this time..." Tanyu persisted in coaxing.

"Pffbt—" Having spent every day with the child, Tanyu knew that sound all too well.

The baby had made a mess.

Tanyu glanced down at the child in her arms, then at the half-eaten apricot in her hand, her face fell.

"I'll take Yan'er to clean up and change his diaper," Zhuiyun said, coming over to take the child.

A short while later, when Zhuiyun returned with the baby, he found the plate empty and Tanyu rubbing her belly while gazing up at the sky.

"I wonder how long the princess and the others will be gone this time."

Zhuiyun understood her meaning and asked, "Going stir-crazy?"

Since becoming pregnant, Tanyu hadn't left the palace grounds—over a year now.

And Zhuiyun remembered she had once been a girl who loved going out and about.

Seeing the longing and melancholy in Tanyu's eyes, Zhuiyun said, "We've got nothing planned tomorrow. I'll take you out to get some air."

"Really?" Tanyu's eyes instantly brightened.

"Mm. Go talk to Frosthua and ask her to look after Yan'er for us tomorrow," Zhuiyun had it all figured out.

Tanyu nodded and started to go.

He added, "The apricots I picked are in the basket—bring some to Frosthua."

"Oh right, I hadn't thought of that until you mentioned it." Tanyu only just realized and hurried to grab it.

With the master away, things were slow at the manor, so Frosthua was quite free and said yes right away when Tanyu asked.

The next day, after feeding the child and changing his diaper, Tanyu handed him over to Frosthua and left the manor with Zhuiyun, excited.

"It's so lively!" Tanyu gazed at the bustling streets, it felt like ages.

Zhuiyun turned to her and asked, "Where would you like to go?"

Tanyu ticked off on her fingers, "Buy rouge, visit the fabric shop, have tea and listen to storytelling, go to the opera house..."

"Alright," Zhuiyun agreed readily and patiently accompanied her to every place.

Having been stuck inside for so long, everything seemed fresh and exciting to Tanyu, and before she knew it, a couple hours had slipped away.

Worn out from shopping, Tanyu stopped at a teahouse to rest and listen to the storyteller.

The tea was pleasant, the snacks delicious, and the tale the storyteller was telling was engaging—yet for some reason, Tanyu couldn't focus.

Especially when the storyteller described a child separated from his mother, wailing from hunger with no one to care for him—Tanyu couldn't take it anymore and shot to her feet.

"What's wrong?" Zhuiyun asked, puzzled.

Frowning, Tanyu said, "Yan'er hasn't been weaned yet. I'm worried Frosthua might not manage him properly."

Zhuiyun reassured her, "He can eat porridge now, and we left cow's milk for him. He'll manage for one day."

Tanyu shook her head. "No, I need to go back and check."

With that, she turned and hurried off.

Zhuiyun had no choice but to quickly scoop up all their bags and follow.

"Yan'er!" Tanyu rushed back to the manor and headed straight for Frosthua to get the baby.

Frosthua seemed startled. "Back so soon?"

Seeing her washing diapers with no sign of the child, Tanyu asked, "Where's Yan'er?"

Frosthua pointed to a nearby room. "He just fell asleep after playing."

Tanyu immediately went in and let out a relieved breath at the sight of the sleeping child.

Deep down, she knew Frosthua would take good care of him—but she couldn't help worrying.

Holding the baby close, Tanyu felt her restless heart finally calm down.

"Thank you," she said to Frosthua before carrying the child back to their courtyard.

The boy slept soundly, not even stirring when Tanyu laid him back in bed.

Looking lovingly at his peaceful face, Tanyu smiled with motherly affection.

After a while, she went to the outer room to go through what they'd bought.

Toys, tiger shoes, baby clothes… almost everything was for the baby.

"I'll try these new clothes and shoes on Yan'er when he wakes up," she mumbled while straightening things.

Zhuiyun replied, "You can ride the wooden horse too."

They grew up without parental love, but their child would know it.

Side Story: Yu Xinyue

After traveling and sightseeing with Yu Zheng for a year and a half, Jiang Shu returned to the capital. Two months after their return, she discovered she was pregnant.

At that time, Yu Ziyou had just turned three—that restless age when he was always darting about.

Jiang Shu wasn't up to playing with him, while Yu Zheng was too swamped with court duties to help. So, they engaged two tutors.

One was a scholarly tutor to teach Yu Ziyou reading, and the other was a combat tutor to teach him martial arts.

"Reading lessons are fine, but isn’t learning martial arts at such a young age too early?" Jiang Shu had some concerns.

Yu Zheng watched Yu Ziyou running and playing in the garden and said, "See how much energy he's got. If he only studies, he won’t be able to sit still. Besides, unless he works off that energy, he’ll keep you up all night."

"Of course, he’s still young and won’t actually learn any martial arts. The tutor will just work on basics through play, letting him have fun while also strengthening his body."

"You've thought of everything," Jiang Shu smiled, feeling reassured and fully agreeing.

Thus, the matter was settled. Within a few days, the two tutors arrived at the manor and began teaching Yu Ziyou.

The sudden quiet felt strange after the usual bustle, and Jiang Shu found herself both relaxed and somewhat unaccustomed.

After reviewing the household accounts and enjoying tea and cakes, she remembered that Yu Ziyou also loved these treats and had to check on him.

"Chuyu, fetch the lotus seed cakes. Let’s go see Ziyou." Jiang Shu stood up and headed toward the courtyard where Yu Ziyou was in class.

Yu Ziyou had practiced martial arts with the combat tutor in the morning and was now sitting inside listening to the scholarly tutor’s lecture.

Jiang Shu didn’t disturb them but stood under the corridor, peering through the window.

"A year is divided into four seasons, and each season has six solar terms..."

"In spring, flowers bloom and all things sprout; in summer, the heat ripens melons and fruits; in autumn, the crisp air brings bountiful harvests; in winter, the cold brings ice and snow..."

To keep Yu Ziyou engaged and seated, the tutor tried to make the lessons as interesting as possible.

Yu Ziyou was completely engrossed and asked curiously, "Do flowers only bloom in spring?"

"What fruits are there in summer?"

"What does 'bountiful harvests' mean?"

"How is snow made?"

"This..." Faced with Yu Ziyou’s endless questions, the tutor frowned, pondering how to answer.

Yu Ziyou widened his eyes, hungry for answers.

Smiling to herself, Jiang Shu turned and left quietly.

After leaving the courtyard, Chuyu asked, puzzled, "Aren’t we giving the lotus seed cakes to the young master?"

"No. Right now, he has something more important than eating cakes," Jiang Shu replied, delighted with Yu Ziyou's curiosity.

Curiosity and the thirst for knowledge are what drive us to explore the world.

She believed that in the long run, Yu Ziyou would grow up to be a scholarly man.

The autumn weather was cool. In the evening, while Jiang Shu was strolling in the rear garden, she spotted the martial arts instructor teaching Yu Ziyou how to play cuju (kicking a cuju ball) from afar.

Yu Ziyou was excited, completely absorbed in the game, and didn’t notice Jiang Shu approaching at all.

By the end of the day, Yu Ziyou was tired but happy. After dinner and a bath, he went to bed early.

“How's my plan working out?” Yu Zheng asked, as if seeking praise.

Jiang Shu obliged with a compliment: “Very well.”

Yu Zheng raised an eyebrow. “Then, does my wife have a reward for me?”

Jiang Shu blinked. “What does my lord desire?”

“You,” Yu Zheng uttered softly, scooping her up and carrying her toward the bed.

Her pregnancy had reached three months, and it was now secure.

On the chilly autumn night, Yu Zheng broke into a light sweat, and Jiang Shu ended up damp as well, so they had to go wash up again.

After a good night's sleep, Jiang Shu woke to find Yu Ziyou had already been training with the instructor for an hour.

By the time Yu Zheng returned from court, the family of three had breakfast together, and Yu Ziyou went off to attend his lessons with the tutor.

With some leisure time, Jiang Shu began thinking about other things.

She fixed her gaze on Chuyu and said, “Tanyu’s child is already two years old. You should have someone to depend on too.”

Chuyu’s hand, pouring tea, paused. She set down the teapot and asked, “Is my lady trying to send me away?”

Chuyu looked alarmed, unwilling to leave the palace or Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu was taken aback. “What nonsense! How could I bear to send you away?”

“I merely noticed that Qin Yi, who serves by His Highness’s side, is a good man. He took great care of you during our travels across Daizhao. I wonder if you fancy him?”

Chuyu froze for a moment before blushing and murmuring, “I'll leave it to my lady to decide.”

Once Chuyu agreed, Jiang Shu asked Yu Zheng to ask Qin Yi how he felt.

Qin Yi was overjoyed and immediately knelt in gratitude.

The wedding date was soon set, and on the day of the banquet, the manor was bustling again.

Tanyu, seeing Chuyu settled, was crying and laughing with joy.

Qin Yi proved to be steady and considerate, taking care of Chuyu’s every need. After marriage, the two discussed everything and lived in perfect harmony.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the end of the year.

Jiang Shu, very pregnant and unwilling to move much in the cold weather, felt sluggish.

Even attending the New Year’s Eve banquet at the palace, she rode in a palanquin and left early to return home.

Winter passed, and spring arrived. After ten months of pregnancy, Jiang Shu safely gave birth to a daughter in April, just as everyone had hoped.

“Congratulations, My lord! Your lady has given birth to a daughter,” the midwife announced joyfully, presenting the newborn to Yu Zheng.

Yu Zheng’s heart swelled with joy, and he carefully took the baby into his arms.

With his wife beside him and now both a son and daughter complete, he felt his life was complete, with nothing more to desire.

Once Jiang Shu had rested and regained her strength, Yu Zheng held the child and discussed names with her.

Jiang Shu leaned against the headboard, gazing intently at the baby. Her eyes swept over the child’s delicate features before pausing behind the ear.

“This is…” Jiang Shu gently brushed aside the baby’s earlobe, wondering if she was seeing things.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Zheng leaned in for a closer look and noticed a small birthmark behind the ear, shaped like a tiny crescent moon.

Confirming she hadn’t misseen, Jiang Shu was overcome with emotion. “Ren Dong had the same birthmark behind her ear.”

What a coincidence!

Yu Zheng was taken aback.

Jiang Shu’s eyes brimmed with tears as she gazed lovingly at the child. “Husband… do you think she’s Ren Dong come back to us?”

Yu Zheng pursed his lips. “Perhaps.”

Whether she was or not, this child had been born to them, and she would be loved as their very own, treasured dearly.

Born in the season when honeysuckles bloomed, with a crescent-shaped birthmark behind her ear—after some thought, Yu Zheng and Jiang Shu named her Xinyue.

Like a new moon—hope and a fresh start.

“Ziyou, this is your sister, Xinyue,” Yu Zheng said, pulling Yu Ziyou over.

“She’s so adorable,” Yu Ziyou exclaimed, giving a kiss on Yu Xinyue’s tiny cheek and gently holding her little hand.

Jiang Shu watched the heartwarming interaction between the siblings, her heart melting.

Upon hearing of Jiang Shu’s delivery, Lian Qiao made a special trip to the manor.

When she learned about the crescent birthmark behind Yu Xinyue’s ear—identical to Ren Dong’s—and saw it for herself, her eyes streamed down her face.

Ren Dong… is that you?

“Lian Qiao, hold her,” Jiang Shu said softly.

Lian Qiao carefully cradled Yu Xinyue, bursting with happiness. She was convinced—Yu Xinyue was Ren Dong.

The sisters were together again in Shang Jing.

During Yu Xinyue’s full-moon celebration, the manor was filled with guests, alive with excitement.

“Honk—honk—” Amid the clamor, a large white goose waddled right into the manor.

“Wait—where’d that goose come from?”

“Wow, that’s a big goose…”

The guests stared in astonishment at the goose.

“Da Bai, this way,” Lian Qiao said, embarrassed, leading the goose toward the backyard.

Perhaps due to the noisy festivities, Yu Xinyue got fussy and wouldn’t stop crying. Despite Jiang Shu and Chuyu’s efforts to soothe her, nothing helped.

At that very moment, Lian Qiao arrived with Da Bai.

"Quack—" Da Bai's clear, resonant cry caught Yu Xinyue's attention, making her pause her wailing and tilt her head to search for the source of the sound.

"Da Bai." Jiang Shu was surprised and pleased.

Lian Qiao greeted Jiang Shu with a bow, then bent down to address Da Bai, "Da Bai, this is Princess Xinyue—she is also Ren Dong."

Da Bai, very smart, moved closer to Yu Xinyue at Lian Qiao's words, stretching its neck to get a better look.

"Quack—" The sound was excited yet mixed with longing and sadness.

"Waah waah..." Yu Xinyue reached out her tiny, fair hands to touch Da Bai.

Da Bai, who usually avoids strangers, allowed Yu Xinyue to pat and stroke it freely. And ever since Da Bai's arrival, Yu Xinyue stopped crying.

Jiang Shu and Lian Qiao let out a sigh of relief at the sight.

All living things have souls—perhaps Da Bai and Yu Xinyue truly sensed each other.

Some things in this world just can't be explained.

"My Lady, let Da Bai stay in the manor to accompany the little princess from now on," Lian Qiao said, watching the sweet scene between Da Bai and Yu Xinyue with a genuine smile.

"Very well." Jiang Shu felt this was the most meaningful gift for Yu Xinyue's one-month celebration.

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