Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

Chapter 403: Chapter 402: Naming (Monthly Ticket 180+)

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

Nanny Shan also understood and said, ”Fourth Madam, ultimately, it’s our baseless speculations. If the Old Madam knew, her heart would break.”

Mrs. Lu sighed, ”I also wish it were just a misunderstanding. But Yuanjing’s words are unforgettable for me. I guess the Old Madam feels the same.”

Nanny Shan nodded, ”After all, it’s her own son. Neither Madam nor I dare to believe it, let alone the Old Madam.

In this sense, it’s not bad for the Princely Heir to stay a few more years in Shanyu Pass; there’s no warfare there.”

Mrs. Lu glanced through the curtain into the side chamber, seeing that Madam Wu and Mrs. Xu were chatting happily. She pressed her lips together.

Mu Lianxiao won’t stay at Shanyu Pass for decades. If there’s truly no warfare, why would the Holy Emperor send him there?

Moreover, truly dying in battle wrapped in horsehide is entirely different from internal strife within the mansion.

Mrs. Lu sat down on the Eight Immortals Chair and sighed softly, ”Yuanjing was really formidable. Even in death, she doesn’t spare us any peace. What she wanted was for us sisters-in-law to distrust and suspect each other, right?”

Nanny Shan also furrowed her brow tightly.

What Mu Yuanjing wanted was exactly this outcome.

They all clearly knew and saw through it but still found themselves led by the nose by Mu Yuanjing.

This is just how the human heart is, I suppose.

Mrs. Lu sat a while longer before entering the side chamber again.

Madam Wu and Mrs. Xu were just talking about how, after so many years, the mansion finally had a male heir. Seeing Mrs. Lu enter, they changed the subject.

When Mrs. Lu’s posthumous child was stillborn, it was a formed boy. Neither Madam Wu nor Mrs. Xu wanted to remind her of such a sad topic.

Fortunately, today’s conversation was not lacking in subjects of excitement.

As they chatted and laughed, Mrs. Zhou returned.

”The Old Marquis and Master down below must be overjoyed,” Mrs. Zhou said warmly.

Madam Wu invited Mrs. Zhou to sit down and smiled, ”I was just discussing with your two sisters-in-law about naming the boy. I thought, why not choose the character ’Yan’.”

Spreading her hand, Madam Wu wrote the character in her palm stroke by stroke.

Mrs. Zhou’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

’Yan,’ with the meaning of continuation, Madam Wu hopes for the thriving of the family’s lineage, generation after generation.

In Yangzi’s ”Records of the Diplomatic Revolutionary,” it is written, ”Distributed to the annuals means continuation, distributed to the numerous means eternity.”

The Old Marquis did not know his destiny. Mu Yuance and Mu Yuanming just turned thirty, and Mu Yuan’an is even younger.

Madam Wu, a white-haired sending off black-haired, now only hopes for her descendants to be healthy and long-lived.

The legitimate eldest branch’s eldest grandson carried all of the elderly’s hopes.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Zhou nodded, ”Yan Ge’er, this name sounds nice. Being named by the Old Madam, our Yan Ge’er is indeed blessed.”

With the name decided, Banqiao prepared the ink and paper for Mrs. Zhou to write a letter to Lindong.

Mrs. Xu handed the golden lock to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou understood her intentions, held Mrs. Xu’s hand, and nodded emphatically.

In Fengyu Courtyard, after returning, Mrs. Lian lay on the couch for over half an hour before calling Nanny Zhu to check on Shangxin Courtyard.

Nanny Zhu went for a trip and heard that in the afternoon Jiang Yunuan and Sister Niang both had a big cry, making her anxious.

Almost all the servants in Shangxin Courtyard were arranged by the Lian Family. Nanny Zhu didn’t dare to conceal anything and, steeling herself, said, ”Sister took a nap and cried sadly when she awoke. Second Madam was heartbroken, comforting her while crying herself, finally managing to calm her down.”

Mrs. Lian waved her hand, smashing the teacup on the table to the floor.

Her chest heaving, she said angrily, ”Old Zhu, don’t cover for her. She must have made Sister cry! I didn’t cry, so what’s she crying for!”

Nanny Zhu quickly calmed Mrs. Lian down and called in someone to sweep up the broken teacup.

Mrs. Lian waved her hand, ”I’m fine, forget it, I won’t bother with her. Go and tell Master and Hui’er.”

Nanny Zhu hesitated.

”Just tell what happened, don’t mention anything else. Let them calculate as they wish, so they don’t again say I can’t hold my temper,” Mrs. Lian said indignantly.

Nanny Zhu agreed.

In the East Cross Courtyard, Mu Lianhui lay on the couch reading a book, while Lin Ke sat beside her attentively embroidering her dowry.

Even after the marriage proposal was settled, Mu Lianhui acted nonchalantly, doing as she pleased every day, with nothing to do with wedding veils or wedding gowns.

Mrs. Lian, after much anger and frustration, couldn’t force Mu Lianhui to act, so she had to have Lin Ke do the tasks instead.

Nanny Zhu relayed the news of Du Yunluo giving birth.

Mu Lianhui clutched the book, not speaking for quite a while before finally saying, ”I know.”

Such a reaction was expected. Nanny Zhu turned and left, then went to find Mu Yuanmou at the front.

Mu Yuanmou’s response was identical to Mu Lianhui’s.

Nanny Zhu shook her head to herself; if Mrs. Lian saw this, she’d be sullen again.

At the Du Mansion, they had just received the letter.

Unlike the varying sentiments at Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, everyone at Du Mansion was genuinely happy.

With Du Yunluo having a son, she would secure her position as Marchioness, providing support to her natal family. Both the Miao Family and Liao Family sincerely congratulated Mrs. Zhen.

Joy filled Lianfu Garden, and the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion sent over red eggs.

Xia Anxin watched Runguo’er playing with the eggs and, smiling, said to Old Mrs. Xia, ”They say good things come in pairs. Fifth Aunt has joyfully brought a child, and in a few days, when the results are announced, both Fourth Uncle and Second Brother-in-law are sure to make the list.”

This was music to Old Mrs. Xia’s ears. Happily, she distributed reward silver to everyone below.

Mrs. Zhen, smiling, asked the maid who brought the good news, ”Has the boy been named?”

The maid replied, ”The Old Madam has named him Yan Ge’er.”

The meaning was clear; Mrs. Zhen nodded repeatedly.

In Xuancheng, the latter part of March finally brought some warmth.

Du Yunluo walked around in the courtyard holding her son. The boy widened his eyes, occasionally turning his head, the babbling ”ah” and ”oh” from his mouth amusing Jin Rui and Jin Lan to mimic him.

Hong Jinbao’s family, bending over with laughter, said, ”In a few days, when the Princely Heir returns and sees the boy so lively and interesting, he definitely won’t want to let him go.”

Mu Lianxiao hurried back to Guishu Alley on the agreed date.

Du Yunluo rose to greet him, and Mu Lianxiao looked around, asking, ”Yunluo, where is the boy?”

”He’s napping in his own room,” Du Yunluo laughed, sending Jin Rui to fetch water. ”Go wash up; your clothes are all muddy; I won’t let you hold him like that.”

Mu Lianxiao touched his nose with a smile.

Besides wanting to hold the boy, he also wanted to hold Du Yunluo, but seeing how dirty he was, he had to hold back.

Once washed and with his hair still drying, Mu Lianxiao came out, and Du Yunluo stepped forward to help.

”No rush,” Mu Lianxiao held Du Yunluo’s wrist, pulling her into his arms, resting his forehead against hers, and said hoarsely, ”Let me hold you for a while first.”