The heir stuffed in pillows before she was pregnant, leaving the little glutton outside dumbstruck

She looked at herself in the mirror, then grabbed another pillow, loosened her belt, stacked the two pillows in front of her abdomen, and covered herself with her clothes.

As soon as I let go, the pillow on top tilted to the side, and the one underneath started to slide down as well.

Murong Xue quickly supported them with her arms, bending down to struggle with the two soft things. After a while, she managed to tighten the bottom edge with her belt, and almost tied her sleeve in while doing so.

Normally, he holds the reins with both hands, carries a sword, and rides his horse; I've never seen him so difficult to serve.

She untied the knot again, straightened the long ribbons according to the method of binding armor, and when her clothes finally stopped moving around, she was already sweating.

The figure in the mirror was completely different from before.

Murong Xue turned to the side first, and seeing that her belly was protruding high and the belt was indeed supporting it, she freed her hand to touch the surface of the pillow and pressed the obvious edge inward.

That's starting to look more like it.

She remembered seeing pregnant women outside the Prince's mansion who always liked to support their lower back while walking, with one hand on their abdomen. So she followed suit, slightly raised her chin, and walked from the bronze mirror to the window.

She had only taken a few steps when the hem of her skirt was pushed up by the pillows inside.

Murong Xue looked down and had no choice but to spread her feet apart and walk slowly like the other women. When she reached the table, she was afraid of bumping her stomach, so she stepped aside to let them pass.

Haha, let's practice first, and Gu Moran will definitely praise me later.

She suppressed a smile, walked back to the mirror, and reached out to press down the bulge in her dress.

Gu Moran loves to play dumb.

During the day, Xie Wanqing talked so much with the booklet, but he always found something to deflect her questions, such as grain pledging, debt collection, and the workshop's final payment. He even managed to assign the task of tasting dishes in the kitchen to Yun Shuyue.

Once the child is in front of me, let's see where he can hide.

Murong Xue, supporting her lower back, mimicked Gu Moran's usual tone of voice, and said to the bronze mirror in a low voice, "I have military affairs to attend to today..."

She laughed as she finished speaking, quickly cleared her throat, and then raised her chin.

"Even if you have military duties, hold him first; this is your son."

The only sound in the room was the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire. No one responded to her, but she spoke more and more fluently, even making room for the Gu Moran and her son that she had imagined.

"Don't let Uncle Fu take it away, you have to soothe it yourself."

After saying that, he felt that his words were not comprehensive enough.

What if Gu Moran, annoyed by a child's crying, simply offered a piece of candied fruit to soothe them?

Yun Shuyue has become increasingly greedy with him, and we mustn't let our children follow suit.

She covered the pillow with her palm and added earnestly, "Don't feed him anything randomly; you have to ask Ling'er first."

Recalling Shen Ling'er's scolding of Zhen Meili during the day, Murong Xue's smile faded slightly, and she reached out to loosen her belt a little.

Carrying such a large lump is inconvenient to sit on and gets in the way when walking. If you were to actually get pregnant, it would probably be even more difficult.

She chose a chair with a backrest, held onto the edge of the table and tried to sit down. The pillow immediately pressed against her chest, and the belt was uncomfortable around her waist, forcing her to stand up and adjust it again.

This is just a pillow.

During the day, the phrase "one pregnancy, triplets" sounds satisfying, but when you calm down...

One is enough.

Let's start with a sturdy young man, not one who's sickly all the time, and not one who's like his father, unable to resist a soft couch.

Murong Xue finally settled down on the chair, stretched her toes forward, and slowly smoothed her fingers along her clothes. In her mind, she already had an image of a little doll in a small robe standing in the courtyard, swaying from side to side while holding a wooden sword.

"Legs apart, back straight."

She gestured towards the empty space beside the table, her other hand supporting her pregnant belly, teaching her unborn child with even more care than when she was leading troops.

"At such a young age, you should hold the knife firmly first. Don't be like your father, who complains of being tired after only a few steps."

But saying it felt inappropriate.

She had personally tested Gu Moran's skills.

Murong Xue revised her words: "You can learn kung fu from your father, but you're not allowed to learn laziness. From now on, your mother will teach you the first move."

She had a great time playing by herself.

She made herself so funny that she bent over, and the pillow inside her clothes almost pushed open her collar, forcing her to quickly stuff it back in.

If Su Yao really sees this, she'll probably have to write it on the cover of the account books from now on.

Xie Wanqing might not smile to her face, but when preparing baby clothes for her in private, she would definitely ask whether to prepare one or three.

As for Lin Qingdai...

That woman has been laughing at her long enough today.

Murong Xue stood up again, looked at the doors and windows to make sure she was still alone in the room, and then continued playing with peace of mind.

She supported her lower back and walked from the table to the bronze mirror again, deliberately slowing her pace, mimicking Xie Wanqing's posture when she sat by the couch during the day, straightening her shoulders and tucking her chin in.

The Empress cannot leave in too much of a hurry.

But if you really walk like that, it's hard to manage the hem of your dress. If you get to the palace, with your long skirt trailing behind you, you'll need someone to help you up on every step. No wonder those noble ladies in the palace are always surrounded by a group of people when they go out.

She stopped in front of the mirror, looking at her prominently protruding belly, and muttered softly, "You can help me, but don't touch my baby."

When her son is old enough to run, she will take him to the training ground.

Su Yao taught him to recognize money, Xie Wanqing taught him manners, Liu Ruyan taught him to judge people, Shen Ling'er watched over him to prevent him from eating random things, Lin Qingdai could teach him a couple of sword moves if she was willing.

As for Zhen Meili, a small wooden cart can be made for her.

But not a single word about oxen or good fields was to be taught.

Just as Murong Xue was pondering this, a series of soft noises came from the window, including a very light chewing sound, followed by someone struggling to swallow something.

Her hand, which was touching the pillow, stopped. She looked towards the door first, then turned to the window following the sound.

Is that Gu Moran?!

"... Sister Xue?"

Yun Shuyue's voice squeezed in through the crack in the window, muffled and unclear, clearly indicating that she still had food in her mouth.

The wind outside the window swirls fine raindrops across the bluestone steps.

Murong Xue stood sideways in front of the large bronze mirror, deliberately imitating a common woman with her feet turned outwards. Before she could even bring her feet together, her gaze met those round, almond-shaped eyes behind the window.

Between the narrow gaps in the window lattice, Yun Shuyue's face was almost distorted by the pressure.

The entire bedroom was so quiet that only the occasional crackling of a spark from the charcoal fire could be heard.

ah?

Why is it her?

How long has she been watching?

How embarrassing!

Murong Xue felt a surge of scalding blood rush up her neck and down to the top of her head.

Even the fine downy hairs on my ears felt like they had been doused in boiling oil.

Her fingers, which were resting on her abdomen, suddenly clenched the fabric, as if she wanted to tear the floor tiles apart and crawl into a crack.

"What are you looking at? Close your eyes right now!"

Murong Xue let out a low growl that was both urgent and ashamed.

He stumbled and took a big step toward the windowsill, but the haphazardly tied leather belt around his waist clamped the two pillows tightly above his hips.

She took too big a step, which caught her skirt, causing her to lose her balance and her knee to slam heavily against the edge of the rosewood stool.

The stool scraped against the blue brick floor with an extremely harsh, screeching sound.

The loud noise startled Yun Shuyue outside the window, making her tremble all over.

The half-eaten pastry soaked in lard that he was holding fell with a thud into the muddy puddle.

The little girl was so frightened that she fell from the windowsill onto the veranda like a startled marmot.

She covered her mouth tightly with her two small hands, but her eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Snow... Sister Xue is really carrying a little prince!"