The Grand Secretary has no heir? His concubine gives birth to triplets.

The wailing in Songhe Garden continued. Pei Yan turned around and bowed to the old lady.

"I still have official documents to deal with, so I'll head back to Qingyi Courtyard first."

The old lady's head was throbbing, and she had no energy to keep him. She waved her hand irritably.

After leaving Songhe Garden, Jiang Guo'er walked beside Pei Yan.

As you walk through the corridor, a slight breeze brings a touch of coolness.

The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking first.

After walking a short distance, Jiang Guo'er turned her head and met Pei Yan's gaze.

The two stared at each other blankly for a moment.

"Pfft—" Jiang Guo'er couldn't hold back and burst out laughing first.

Pei Yan's taut jawline relaxed, and a smile spread across his eyes.

He steadily supported her lower back, protecting her as she stepped through the hanging flower gate.

"This elaborate scheme was ingeniously designed. Without shedding a drop of blood, it completely eradicated the malignant tumor that was the second wife."

So, how far are we from kicking out the third and fourth wives?

He had only been in the cabinet for a short time then, and his influence was not yet fully developed.

Under the guise of creating a lively atmosphere and ensuring mutual support between legitimate and illegitimate children, the old matriarch insisted on bringing these illegitimate branches of the family into the mansion.

Although he disliked it, he was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters in the inner quarters.

Later, when he held great power, he became frustrated because he could not leave behind any heirs.

Unexpectedly, Shunshun took the lead today and broke through first.

"Is the Prime Minister praising me?"

Jiang Guo'er raised her eyebrows, her tone light and cheerful.

"It's just tit for tat. If they didn't have bad intentions, this wouldn't have happened."

Pei Yan chuckled softly and lowered his voice: "Perfect timing. To congratulate the Murong family on being exonerated, I've prepared a gift for you."

Let's celebrate both things at once!

Jiang Guo'er's interest was piqued. "What good stuff is it? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Back at Qingyi Courtyard, Pei Yan clapped his hands twice.

Several strong servants nimbly carried in a large bamboo couch and placed it under the grape trellis.

The bamboo mat is a warm, yellowish-brown color that is pleasing to the eye.

"It's getting hot soon, and since you're heavy, you're more sensitive to heat than most people."

Pei Yan stepped forward and touched the edge of the bamboo couch with his fingertips.

"Last month, I specifically sought out experienced craftsmen in Jiangnan and asked them to make one using aged bamboo, modeled after the style of a chaise longue."

"Every gap was sealed with beef tendon and polished dozens of times."

Jiang Guo'er stepped forward and reached out to touch it.

It's cool to the touch, without a single burr, the craftsmanship is flawless, and it will never pinch the skin or snag the hair.

She was overjoyed and immediately lifted her skirt and slowly lay down on the bamboo couch.

The coolness emanating from the bamboo strips instantly enveloped her entire body, and she sighed comfortably, "It's so refreshing."

Pei Yan stood by the couch, looking at her languid and charming appearance, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Before he could look away, Jiang Guo'er suddenly reached out, grabbed his shirt, and gently pulled it down.

Pei Yan was afraid that she would stretch her arm too hard and disturb the fetus, so he quickly bent down and supported himself on the bamboo frame beside her with one hand.

Their noses touched, and their breaths mingled instantly.

Jiang Guo'er pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, and simply raised her arms, softly wrapping them around his neck.

Pei Yan's breathing suddenly became erratic. With such intimate actions, he knew without even thinking what she was going to do.

He obediently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The expected softness, however, failed to materialize.

Pei Yan opened his eyes in confusion and met Jiang Guo'er's mischievous gaze.

Her bright eyes were full of mockery as she stared intently at him.

His appearance at that moment was clearly reflected in his pupils.

His face was full of anticipation, and his ears were flushed, like a naive young boy experiencing his first love.

Pei Yan's cheeks suddenly felt hot.

He buried his face in her shoulder, rubbing against her, and said in a muffled voice, "You're teasing me."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Guo'er laughed, her chest trembling slightly, and cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"I only glanced at the Prime Minister a couple more times because he looked quite handsome, with his eyes closed and seemingly ready to be taken."

"You're the one who's clearly misunderstood, so why are you trying to shift the blame?"

Pei Yan was speechless, gritted his teeth, and could only let out a sigh.

He reached out to tidy up the stray hairs at her temples, trying to ease his own embarrassment.

The two cuddled on the bamboo couch for a while, and Jiang Guo'er nudged his shoulder.

"Go to the inner room and bring out my largest embroidery hoop and sewing basket."

Pei Yan obediently got up and went inside, and soon returned with his things.

He sat down on a low stool next to the bamboo couch, watching Jiang Guo'er skillfully pick up the embroidery needle.

The blue satin was already mostly embroidered with patterns.

Pei Yan recognized them as persimmon calyx patterns and ruyi patterns.

"Who...is this embroidered for?" he asked casually, but his body unconsciously leaned forward.

He eagerly anticipated that this was embroidered for him by Shunshun.

Jiang Guo'er smiled faintly and lowered her head, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Summer is just around the corner, so I made you a light new dress. I'm busy embroidering the design on it these days."

Pei Yan's lips curled up slightly, but he still maintained his composure, not wanting to show too much joy.

"Why did you suddenly decide to make me new clothes when it's neither a holiday nor a festival?"

Jiang Guo'er caught a glimpse of his lips, which he seemed to be trying to suppress but couldn't, and pursed her lips to hold back a laugh.

She pretended not to notice his thoughts, and spoke in a flat tone:

"Oh, I made two summer outfits for my little doll a couple of days ago, and I still have some good fabric left. I thought you should get one too."

"……oh."

So he was ranked after the puppets?

Pei Yan felt a pang of jealousy and unease. "Then why did you choose this persimmon calyx pattern?"

Jiang Guo'er paused for a moment, her long eyelashes trembling.

"I've loved bright yellow persimmons since I was a child. They symbolize good fortune and auspiciousness."

"Back home, I used this pattern to embroider handkerchiefs for my mother, sachets for my brother, and robes for my father."

"Now... I want to embroider one for you too."

She looked up and smiled at Pei Yan, "I'll embroider for the three little ones when they're born."

Pei Yan's pent-up frustration vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of tenderness.

"I also like persimmons, they're so sweet, and the veins on the calyx really suit me."

"When the persimmons ripen in autumn, we'll set up a table in the yard, eat persimmons, and use the persimmon stems to draw pictures."

Jiang Guo'er looked up curiously: "You can use persimmon stems for painting?"

"Of course I can, I'll teach you when the time comes."

Pei Yan stared at her moist lips, his Adam's apple bobbing again. He leaned forward, wanting to steal a kiss, but Jiang Guo'er nimbly turned her head away.

She gave him a playful glare: "You're so unserious! I'm holding a needle in my hand, what if I prick you?"

"Persimmons usually ripen in September or October, and Lingyi said that my delivery date would be in late September, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"After you give birth, I can have a meal with you."

As Pei Yan listened to her description of the future, his eyes softened with tenderness.

"it is good."

Pei Yan smiled gently and tenderly, but a trace of worry and fear flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

If what Master Longchuan said is true, and his magic works, then their agreement can naturally be fulfilled. But what if…