With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Song Yanzhou had been pacing around the door for who knows how many times.

Two guards leaned against the wall, watching him walk back and forth, their eyes filled with a complex mix of sympathy and pity.

He didn't dare go in until his wife gave the order.

Grandpa Song was quite relaxed, sitting on a bench in the corridor, holding his fair-skinned great-granddaughter in his arms. The little girl was wrapped in a pink swaddle blanket, revealing a small face no bigger than the palm of a hand. Her skin was fair and translucent, and her features were delicate and small, not at all like a newborn baby.

Grandpa Song grew increasingly fond of her, and said to his great-granddaughter, "Don't be like your father, so hopeless and love-struck. Girls need to be more clear-headed."

Song Yanzhou happened to walk up and, upon hearing this, replied irritably, "I'll tell Zhiyu about this in a bit."

Grandpa Song got anxious upon hearing this, raising his head to glare at him: "Men can be love-struck, but women can't! I'm not afraid of you complaining. My great-granddaughter can't be love-struck, and as for your brat..." He looked down at the baby in his arms, his tone softening, "Let him be love-struck if he wants, at least his future wife won't suffer."

Song Yanzhou's tense nerves relaxed considerably after being interrupted by Old Master Song.

That's true, what wife locks herself in her room after giving birth and won't let anyone in? He would have broken down the door for anyone else. But then he thought about his wife's abilities and didn't dare to disturb her, in case she was doing something inconvenient inside.

As he was struggling with his decision, a voice came from inside the door: "Song Yanzhou, come in."

He rushed over and frantically pushed open the door.

The room was brightly lit. Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the headboard, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders. Her face was rosy, her eyebrows relaxed, and she sat there full of energy, a stark contrast to her pale and sweaty appearance in the delivery room just moments before.

Song Yanzhou paused for a second, a thought flashing through his mind. Sure enough, his wife had a secret.

But it only lasted a second before he quickly suppressed the thought. It's alright, as long as his wife is doing well, that's all that matters.

"Honey, are you hungry? Mom's chicken soup is over. Let me dry your hair first, okay?" He said, picking up a towel to dry Jiang Zhiyu's hair.

Su Wanqing came in with a bowl at this moment. She immediately noticed that her daughter looked like she had just taken a bath, and her son-in-law was drying her hair. Her skin was fair and rosy, and she looked even more energetic than before she gave birth.

Although she had questions, she didn't ask any further. She simply placed the bowl on the bedside table and softly asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Jiang Zhiyu stretched against the pillows and laughed, "It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed. After unloading ten pounds of cargo, how could I not feel great?"

Su Wanqing slapped her across the face, annoyed. "You brat."

"Have a couple of sips of soup first, then eat something else after you've had some time to calm down." Su Wanqing pushed the bowl towards her daughter.

Jiang Zhiyu took the bowl and drank two mouthfuls. The black chicken soup was thick and flavorful, with the savory taste of chicken mixed with the sweet aroma of goji berries and red dates. The warmth slid down her throat and into her stomach.

"Mom, where's the baby?"

"Your godmother is holding him, and your godfather is watching him outside." Su Wanqing sat down on the edge of the bed. "Your godparents arrived just now, and they were overjoyed to see the baby."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and took another sip of soup. "Let me see the child too."

Su Wanqing got up to open the door, and Qi Zhengli and his wife and Ma Fangli walked in one after the other. Ma Fangli was holding two little dumplings in her arms, one in a pink blanket and the other in a blue blanket, placed side by side in her arms.

"Come, let's see your son and daughter." Ma Fangli carefully placed the two children beside Jiang Zhiyu's bed.

Jiang Zhiyu turned to the side and looked down at the two little figures.

My daughter calmed down after crying for a while and is now fast asleep with her eyes closed, her little mouth slightly open, her eyelashes long and thin like two little fans. My son is a bit thinner and smaller than his sister, but his face is round and chubby. He occasionally smacks his lips, as if he's eating something delicious in his dream.

She watched for a while, then reached out and gently touched her daughter's face, and then touched her son's face.

As if sensing something, the two little ones moved at the same time, and the daughter's little hand instinctively grabbed her fingers, gripping them tightly.

"Your daughter is close to you," Ma Fangli said with a smile from the side.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly and looked at her son, but the little guy ignored her.

Qi Zhengli, watching this scene from behind, felt much more at ease. He patted Song Yanzhou on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Alright, stop standing here, go outside and let the mother and her two children stay for a while."

Song Yanzhou was pushed out by his father-in-law. When he reached the door, he looked back and met Jiang Zhiyu's helpless gaze.

"Get out." She mouthed the words.

Song Yanzhou obediently went out.

After the door closed, the ward became quiet.

Su Wanqing sat for a while longer, watching as her daughter drank half a bowl of soup and her complexion improved, before she finally felt relieved. She stood up, put the bowl away, and said, "You rest first. I'll go watch the two children. Have Fangli take them to the next room. You get a good night's sleep."

"Mm." Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Su Wanqing walked to the door, then turned back for one last look: "Zhiyu."

"Um?"

"Your dad and Yanzhou are waiting outside. If anything happens, just call us. Don't try to handle this alone."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and said, "Okay, Mom."

Su Wanqing then went out.

She was left alone in the ward.

She lay back down, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and closed her eyes.

Seventeen's voice softly echoed in his mind: "Host, thank you for your hard work."

"It's alright," she said. "It's just that girl; she was born with a poisonous mist, so she might be difficult to raise."

Seventeen paused for a moment: "She was born with poison-based abilities, but I'm afraid she's not in control right now and might hurt someone."

"I know." Jiang Zhiyu rolled over, facing the wall. "Let's take it slow."

She closed her eyes, the medicinal effects of the spiritual spring water still slowly circulating in her body, making her feel warm all over.