After Being Marked by the Eldest Princess, I Got Pregnant with Her Child [Transmigration into a Novel] - Chapter 34 (The Epilogue)

Today, the princess’s residence was bustling with visitors, as it was the little princess’s birthday, and the Emperor had specially sent envoys to offer congratulations.

The Grand Princess had toiled diligently for the nation of Zhao and had finally found a soulmate to spend the rest of her life with—the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Song’s family, whose status was equally noble. If the princess truly loved her, no one saw any issue with it.

However, the Prime Minister’s residence was in utter chaos.

“What should I wear?”

Song Lan watched as her wife busied herself selecting outfits, stomping her foot in frustration. “Haven’t you been to the princess’s residence before?”

Why dress so extravagantly?

Then it occurred to her—her wife wasn’t like her, occasionally visiting to discuss court affairs. Jiang Yafeng had indeed never been there, so she couldn’t be blamed.

Still, even if it was her first time, was it really necessary to be so—nervous?

At home, she usually wore whatever she pleased, but now, with the princess’s residence involved, she was being overly cautious. Jiang Yafeng picked out a rose-red embroidered robe with gold accents, smiling faintly. “Back then, I sent her to the princess’s residence to study. Who knew she’d end up learning something else entirely?”

Little Jiu was certainly resourceful. She had planned to introduce her to noble ladies in the capital, but who would have thought she’d set her sights on the highest-ranking one? Impressive.

Jiang Yafeng was delighted that her daughter had achieved such a feat.

“What should we bring?”

Since Little Jiu’s child was essentially their grandchild and also connected to the princess’s residence, deciding on a gift from the Prime Minister’s household became a dilemma. The imperial family was wealthy beyond measure—what could they possibly lack?

And Little Jiu—how could she be so secretive? She didn’t even send word about the baby beforehand. She could have at least given them time to prepare.

Now, with everything happening so suddenly, what could they possibly bring in such haste?

“Gold and silver treasures—what we have wouldn’t even make a dent in their wealth.”

Song Lan, seeing the anxiety in her eyes, smiled calmly. “Don’t worry, my dear.”

If they couldn’t compete in wealth, they’d have to find another way.

After all, they were just visiting the child. The Grand Princess wouldn’t mind such trivialities.

Once Jiang Yafeng had finished preparing, she followed Song Lan out the door, somewhat reassured.

Yan Chen gazed at the plump, round face of the baby in the swaddle. The child was fair, chubby, and had wailed loudly the moment Song Shu Jiu gave birth to her.

Her temperament was very much like her mother’s.

Song Shu Jiu had been confined to bed for over a month after childbirth, weak and prone to cold sweats. Fortunately, Yan Chen had stuffed her with numerous restorative pills, and now her body had fully recovered. Perhaps she had been over-nourished before, because now, whenever she looked at Yan Chen, she felt inexplicably parched.

The little one had been taken out by the wet nurse to be soothed to sleep.

Yan Chen approached, her gaze briefly lingering on Song Shu Jiu’s chest—now several times fuller, straining against her clothes.

Truly a special time. She leaned in, catching a faint fragrance.

Whether speaking to herself or to Song Shu Jiu, her eyes darkened. Song Shu Jiu shivered at her words, a sudden dampness spreading across her chest as an uncontrollable surge began. A slight ache followed, as if the pressure had built up for too long and was now erupting all at once.

Yan Chen’s hands pulled at her waist, and Song Shu Jiu instinctively retreated, only to be drawn back firmly.

“It’s alright.”

Her body had only just recovered, and Yan Chen’s slow, deliberate touches deepened the flush at the tip of her left ear. Yan Chen seemed to understand her perfectly. Watching the faint furrow between her brows, she chuckled softly.

“Relax.”

Song Shujiu felt a softness before her, something she couldn’t resist touching. After over a month of abstinence, now that they were finally alone, Yan Chen removed the hairband from her forehead, letting her long tresses cascade over her shoulders. She caught a strand and brushed it against her chest, the tickling sensation mingling with the white traces on her dark hair. As Yan Chen leaned in, Song Shujiu grew dizzy from the teasing.

The heated floor warmed the room, yet her left ear burned uncomfortably. Sensing the moment was right, Yan Chen infused pheromones into her left ear with two fingers. Instantly, the room filled with an intoxicating fragrance enveloping them both. Song Shujiu curled up before finally clinging to Yan Chen’s shoulders, offering herself completely.

Yan Chen chuckled as she lowered the mermaid silk bed curtains. “The little one’s asleep, don’t worry.” The child who had been fussing all day had finally quieted down.

“Slow down,” Song Shujiu murmured, her face flushed with only this mild protest.

Now that their child was born, she and Yan Chen had achieved their happy ending, leaving no regrets in life.

Suddenly, she felt Yan Chen’s warm breath near her left ear as a deep voice whispered, “Once you’ve fully recovered, we’ll marry.”

In her dazed state, Song Shujiu paused. What had Yan Chen said? A wedding? She’d nearly forgotten—they still lacked that ceremony. To think Yan Chen remembered.

“At least you’ve got some conscience,” she teased.

Yan Chen gently pinched her cheek, smiling. “Haven’t I treated you well?” Song Shujiu practically ruled Yan Chen’s manor as she pleased.

Originally, Yan Chen had wanted to marry her immediately, but the pregnancy forced them to wait until after childbirth. Now, she fastened the prepared bracelet onto Song Shujiu’s wrist—one of a pair that formed a crabapple blossom when joined. From their first meeting, Yan Chen had thought crabapple flowers suited her: delicate yet resilient, just as she loved.

Gazing at her wrist, Song Shujiu’s eyes curved happily. This transmigration story had brought her a complete family. Embracing Yan Chen, she devoted herself to what she’d longed for all these days.

Outside, the princess’s manor bustled with activity, servants like Hong Chou overwhelmed with preparations. The grand estate basked in harmonious joy.

…

In the palace, Yan Yue sat by the bedside, wiping Xie Mingyou’s hands.

Speaking to herself, she said, “Sister already has her little princess. Her household is so lively now.”

Xie Mingyou’s eyes remained closed. Yan Yue had attendants change her clothes daily—Xie Mingyou had always been particular about cleanliness during her diplomatic visits, rotating outfits each day. Though still unconscious, Yan Yue ensured fresh garments were prepared on schedule.

Months had passed with Xie Mingyou’s pulse stable, yet no signs of awakening emerged.

“Ayou, do you like children?” Yan Yue wondered aloud. Having been abandoned by her family, Xie Mingyou probably didn’t care much for domestic life.

If Xie Mingyou did enjoy children, Yan Yue imagined their future together filling the vast palace with laughter. The thought suddenly eased her furrowed brow—how delightful that would be. The stagnant imperial halls alive with their children’s voices.

Lost in thought, Yan Yue started when a faintly warm hand touched her face. Turning sharply, she met the calm gaze of the woman who had lain unconscious for so long, now awake.

Xie Mingyou’s voice was hoarse: “I do.”

“What?” Yan Yue trembled, her breathing growing shallow with anticipation.

“I said… I like children.”

For several days in her coma, Yan Yue’s daily whispers reached her ears. Though conscious in her mind, she couldn’t open her eyes—this helplessness tormented her. She longed to respond to every word Yan Yue spoke.

She wanted to say how deeply she cared, how furious and heartbroken she’d been learning of Yan Yue’s betrayal. Now her feelings stood crystal clear: she wanted forever with this woman.

After restless days, she could finally voice these truths face to face. She’d promise never to leave Yan Yue’s side through all their remaining years.

Tears glistened in Yan Yue’s eyes—her wait had ended. Their hands pressed together, palm to palm.

Time seemed suspended in perfection, mirroring their first meeting under peach blossoms—shoulder to shoulder, fingers entwined, running together through petals.

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(The End)

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