After sharing a body with her husband

During the last meeting between Old Mrs. Diao and her biological daughter, she caused Sun Chunhua to be beaten with ten strokes of the cane.

She was in pain and grief, and Old Master Xie also wept bitterly, his eyes filled with regret.

But Old Madam Wei could only laugh when she saw this; evil people will be punished by evil people!

If Old Mrs. Diao hadn't been having an affair with Old Mr. Xie, she wouldn't have suffered such a vicious revenge from her husband. It was all her own fault, and she ended up harming her child.

Old Madam Wei should have used such ruthless methods long ago, and she actually did. However, she ultimately considered that Old Master Xie was, after all, the biological father of her two children.

Therefore, Old Madam Wei kept it a secret from everyone, unwilling to let her family know how ruthless she was.

Ati was pregnant, and she was afraid of frightening her daughter-in-law.

Besides, it's not something to be proud of, so there's no need to make everyone know about it.

"Oh, right, I also had a sewing appointment with Shimotsuki this afternoon!"

Shang Lingjun suddenly remembered that Zhao Shuangyue's pregnancy was around the same time as her actual pregnancy. Now Zhao Shuangyue's pregnancy was gradually stabilizing, but she was still too afraid to walk too much.

So, it was Shang Lingjun who went to her courtyard to talk and do needlework and the like.

Xie Hengzhi and Zhao Shuangyue are both kind-hearted people. Shang Lingjun and Zhao Shuangyue have always had a good relationship, and now that they are both pregnant, their relationship has become even more harmonious.

Speaking of Zhao Shuangyue, it's unclear when she became acquainted with Song Afu of the Earl of Weide's mansion. Recently, Song Afu has been frequently visiting Zhao Shuangyue's home.

They said there was some old friendship between them.

Shang Lingjun had no interest in meddling in other people's affairs.

Xie Yan'an paused in his reading, and his previously languid posture straightened slightly.

"Needlework is hard on the eyes. These tiring tasks should be left to the servants. Why do you have to do them yourself?"

He was worried that Shang Lingjun would get tired.

A faint smile played on Shang Lingjun's lips.

"I'm talking about children's bibs, tiger-head shoes, and the like. No matter how exquisitely the servants make them, they can't compare to the love I, as a mother, put into sewing them myself. They're completely different. Besides, Shuangyue made some for Yun-ge before. I'll go to her place and learn some needlework skills. I'm just killing time anyway."

When Xie Yan'an heard her refer to herself as "Mother," his heart softened. Yes, she was a mother now, and he would soon be a father.

They had a child, who became the closest family member in the world.

Xie Yan'an put down his book, his expression serious as he muttered to himself.

"Hand-sewn pieces have more heart..."

Old Madam Wei said slowly:

"Of course, every stitch is filled with a mother's love and blessings. The bibs you brothers wore when you were little were all sewn by your mother. No one else could have done that for you."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan'an was taken aback. His eyes brightened slightly, and he even felt a hint of eagerness.

"Since I have nothing to do anyway, Ati, you can teach me how to make a bib. I also want to sew a little bib for our child as a gift."

As soon as the words were spoken, both Shang Lingjun and Old Madam Wei were stunned.

"You want to make a bellyband?" Shang Lingjun asked in surprise.

Old Madam Wei chuckled, "You're a grown man, used to wielding swords and spears, how could you possibly handle such delicate needlework?"

Qingzhi, who was serving nearby, covered her mouth and chuckled. Liang Mama gently nudged her shoulder to remind her to stop, and she lowered her head to suppress her laughter.

Xie Yan'an raised an eyebrow, his thick skin exuding an air of self-righteousness.

"What, is that not allowed? You, as the mother, are allowed to sew clothes for the child, but I, as the father, am not? When the child grows up and looks at his old clothes, will he blame me for not loving him..."

After speaking, he looked at Lord Shang Ling and Old Madam Wei with a serious expression.

"I see you're not really focused on the game, why don't you leave and teach me now?"

Shang Yaojun: "..."

Is this guy serious?

"OK!"

We did it right away.

Shang Lingjun immediately had Qingzhi remove the chessboard and bring a sewing basket and soft satin cotton fabric.

Outside, the wind and rain were drizzling, but inside, it was warm and cozy as the family gathered around doing needlework, a peaceful and idyllic scene.

Although Xie Yan'an's needle-holding posture was somewhat stiff, he wasn't stupid. After watching for a couple of seconds, he roughly understood the method. He imitated Old Madam Wei and Shang Lingjun, holding the small needle and piece of cloth carefully and steadily placing the needle.

"Is that so?"

He was so focused that he even cherished the fabric of the bodice in his hands.

"Yes."

Shang Lingjun didn't expect that he would actually do it so well.

"Oops, the stitches are crooked, what should I do?"

Xie Yan'an was about to adjust when he suddenly hissed softly, as if he had pricked his fingertip with a needle. But before anyone could ask, he said lightly:

"It's alright, needlework is indeed a meticulous job."

Old Madam Wei just smiled and took the fabric from his hand; the fabric had crooked and uneven stitching.

"Finish the stitch and start over. For your first time sewing, this is already quite good. You need to practice more."

"Oh……"

And so, the three of them did needlework together. Shang Lingjun embroidered a peace pattern, Old Madam Wei held a small swaddling blanket, and Xie Yan'an clutched a piece of fabric for a small bib that he hadn't finished yet.

Occasionally, Xie Yan'an's needlework would be crooked, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would tease him gently. He wouldn't get angry, but instead, he would shamelessly approach Shang Lingjun to ask for advice, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the room.

……

Time flies, and before we knew it, deep winter had arrived, and the end of the year was fast approaching.

The first snow fell outside the window, a blanket of white, a chilly stillness pervading the world.

Shang Lingjun's belly was already showing. Before it became visible, she would often wander around the house and occasionally run into Zhao Shuangyue's yard.

But now that she's pregnant and it's cold outside, she rarely goes out. She usually stays curled up in the warm room, lying lazily, reading books, playing chess, and doing needlework.

Xie Yan'an stayed by her side.

"The end of the year is almost here, time really flies..."

Shang Lingjun looked out the window at the snow falling all around her. This was her first New Year since her rebirth, a special year of reunion with her family.

She touched her swollen belly, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she was now quietly hoping for the safe birth of the child in her womb.

After she became pregnant, the truth eventually came out, and the outside world learned about her pregnancy.

This double blessing made the incense at the Hui'en Monk's Temple at Lindi Temple burn even more brightly, and everyone in Shengjing was saying that Shang Lingjun was Xie Yan'an's lucky star.

Not only did it help him recover his health miraculously, but it also gave birth to his children, which is the envy of many.

After the Xiao family received the news of Shang Lingjun's pregnancy, General Xiao and Pei Zhiying and his wife sent some congratulatory gifts. Pei Zhiying was too embarrassed to come in person, so he sent them through a servant.

After all, she had said with certainty that Xie Yan'an would soon divorce Shang Lingjun, and Xie Yan'an had overheard her.

When Xiao Jing heard the news, he was furious and cursed loudly in the courtyard, saying that he didn't believe it, that Ati's heart belonged to him, and that Xie Yan'an was taking advantage of her vulnerability.

I heard that in a fit of anger, he aggravated his wound and fainted, causing chaos and confusion in the Xiao family, who then had to call a doctor.

Shang Lingjun had no time to bother with him; he was just a cripple, a useless person who had never achieved his ambitions and died in despair!