Chapter 7: Very High Fortune Value

Qin Bi was only surprised for a moment and did not take it to heart.

When the Duchess of Yan heard the news, her mood was complex. If it weren't for the fact that Qin He’s fate was incompatible with He Yan’s, the child Qin He was carrying would have been a child of the Duke of Yan’s estate. It was a pity that it was not meant to be with the He family.

Just thinking about it made the Duchess of Yan feel stifled. Had she known Qin He was capable of conceiving, she would never have agreed to the divorce between Qin Bi and He Yan, no matter what. Being childless was still better than having no one by He Yan’s side.

He Yan’s fate, however, did not affect Qin Bi.

The Duchess of Yan felt depressed. When He Yan heard that Qin He was pregnant, he opened his storehouse and sent over many precious tonics. Many noble ladies were green with envy, feeling nothing but jealousy and hatred toward Qin He.

She hadn't even married He Yan, yet she still received the favor of the Duke of Yan’s estate. How could her life be so good?!

Qin Bi had suffered damage to her spirit and spent two months recuperating before Rong Jun finally went to the fourth branch of the Marquis of Qinyan’s estate to tell Qin Di and Madam He that Qin Bi was pregnant. Qin Di was naturally overjoyed.

Qin Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief; with this child, Rong Jun would surely look at them differently.

Madam He, however, sighed: "If your sister were still here, there would be no place for Qin Bi."

Qin Tang found it difficult to respond. The legitimate eldest daughter of the fourth branch hadn't had that kind of fate; even as her own brother, Qin Tang couldn't lie through his teeth. Hadn't they seen Qin He of the second branch? He Yan had sent betrothal gifts twice; it was a miracle Qin He hadn't lost her life.

Madam He felt a bitter, sour ache in her heart as she thought of her own eldest daughter.

When the Duke of Yan’s estate heard that Qin Bi was pregnant, the old Duchess and the Duchess of Yan felt as if the sky had collapsed. The Duchess of Yan swayed and fainted from the shock, and the old Duchess fell ill and could not rise from her bed.

When the Duchess of Yan woke up, she felt stifled and wept bitterly to the Duke of Yan: "We had already brought her into the house, so why did we divorce? I should have stopped it; we never should have taken in a secondary wife."

The Duke of Yan sighed. What was the use of saying these things now? Spilled water could not be gathered back.

In the Xue Prince’s mansion, Qin He was drinking high-quality tonics. Her hand holding the spoon paused, and she asked her younger sister: "Isn't she unable to conceive? Back then, the mystic arts master’s reading said that Qin Bi would be childless."

"Exactly," her sister said, twisting her handkerchief. "The reading was that she would be childless."

Qin He thought for a moment and smiled: "That’s fine, too. At least she won't be without a child to rely on."

Her sister felt it was unfair to Qin He: "You don't have any bad intentions, yet she still blames you."

Qin He continued drinking her soup and said with a smile: "I heard from Mother that Sister Qin Bi’s temper is different from others."

Her sister curled her lips. Before leaving, Qin He had someone pack a gift for her. Her sister left happily; every time she visited, she received something, so all the sisters in the family were happy to come and talk to Qin He.

Qin Bi had suffered damage to her spirit; her heart was not anchored, and she was prone to overthinking.

It wasn't that she wanted to, but her lifespan had been damaged, and she couldn't hold onto her spirit.

Rong Jun returned to the bedroom with a brocade box from the study and sat on the edge of the bed. Qin Bi leaned against the headboard, trying not to lie down to avoid becoming even more lethargic and tired. Rong Jun took out a pill for Qin Bi.

"Your lifespan is damaged, and your heart is not anchored," Rong Jun said. "This is a Spirit-Calming Pill. Take it and get some sleep."

For those who did not cultivate immortality, the Spirit-Calming Pill was extremely precious; one might not even see one in a lifetime. Qin Bi didn't know if Rong Jun had it all along or if he had specifically bought it from a cultivation sect, but regardless, a single pill was very expensive.

Qin Bi took it, swallowed it, and lay down to sleep. Rong Jun tucked the quilt around her.

In this fictional world, a year had sixteen months. The month of childbirth depended on the situation. For those who cultivated immortality, it wasn't difficult to give birth early. With the resources provided by the Duke of Yan’s estate and the Xue Prince’s mansion, Qin He was due in six months.

On the day Qin He went into labor, the entire capital was stirred.

Rong Jun wrapped Qin Bi in a cloak and also went out into the courtyard. After taking the Spirit-Calming Pill, Qin Bi’s spirit was less scattered. She stood under the veranda and looked toward the Xue Prince’s mansion, seeing two auspicious clouds above it.

Qin Bi’s pupils constricted. Auspicious clouds brought blessings; there were only three such clouds in the entire Great Yan Kingdom.

The Great Yan Emperor had one, and the other two belonged to Rong Jun and He Yan respectively. There were two auspicious clouds over the Xue Prince’s mansion; He Yan was using his own cloud to protect Qin He, and the other must have been the Great Yan Emperor’s.

Qin Bi couldn't say she was jealous, but she felt a bit stifled.

Rong Jun also realized that He Yan might have asked for the auspicious cloud from the Great Yan Emperor. He was full of displeasure and, looking at the clouds above the Xue Prince’s mansion, said: "How about I scatter the auspicious blessings for her?"

Qin Bi wanted to as well, but she felt something was wrong: "Why do we sound so much like villains?"

Rong Jun glanced at Qin Bi, his eyes sharp: "Keep those fresh terms of yours that don't belong to this world to yourself."

Qin Bi stopped talking. She had long guessed that Rong Jun knew about transmigrators.

However, Qin Bi really wanted to ask why Qin He, who was also a transmigrator, could make glass and soap and live so prosperously, while everything she tried to do failed. The words reached her lips, but Qin Bi was too lazy to ask.

Forget it. She had just managed to recover a bit of her spirit; she couldn't afford the internal friction.

Suddenly, there was a collective gasp from those around. Qin Bi looked at the sky above the Xue Prince’s mansion. The two auspicious clouds suddenly dove downward. Qin Bi’s heart skipped a beat, and she had a slight guess.

Rong Jun helped her back to the bedroom and then left.

Qin He’s pregnancy was extraordinary; she was born with the blessing of two auspicious clouds. Soon, news spread that the daughter Qin He gave birth to had a very high level of fortune. A snow fell after her birth, ensuring a bumper harvest for the coming year.

By the time of the child’s full-month banquet, He Yan sent only precious items, and the Great Yan Emperor also sent a generous gift. The noble ladies of the capital were envious once again.

On the day of the full-month banquet, the child’s spiritual roots were tested, and her talent was quite good.

Now, even more people were envious. With spiritual roots, one could embark on the path of cultivation, creating a gap between her and ordinary people without spiritual roots. For this reason, the Marquis of Qinyan’s estate also sent a congratulatory gift.

Qin Bi didn't know when she would give birth, so Rong Jun told her: "Twelve months."

Qin Bi: "..."

So, she should just stop worrying about anything and let Rong Jun handle it all.

Rong Jun looked at Qin Bi for a moment longer. Qin Bi leaned against the bed and asked: "What is it?"

"You are the child’s mother. I was wondering if you would like to make a small garment for the child," Rong Jun said with some hesitation. "You don't need to make many, just one small garment is enough. My son should be loved by both parents."

Qin Bi was in poor health and shouldn't overexert herself, but Rong Jun didn't want his child to lack even a single garment made by their mother’s own hands. He wasn't sure if Qin Bi knew how to sew.

Qin Bi thought for a moment: "Alright."

Rong Jun went to prepare. Qin Bi thought he would bring soft fabric or something similar, but instead, he brought her an auspicious cloud. Qin Bi, the country bumpkin, was dumbfounded, and her muddled brain suddenly cleared.

Rong Jun pulled at the auspicious cloud, separating it into cloud threads: "Use this to sew a small garment for my son."

Qin Bi didn't dare to start, worried about wasting the precious cloud threads. She sent someone to her maiden home to call her stepmother. When Madam He saw the cloud threads, she felt even more bitter, but she carefully cut out the small garment.

Qin Bi sewed it herself. Fortunately, a small garment required little material, and it was finished quickly.

(End of chapter)