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On a quiet moonlit night in the palace, Su Wanrong's secret quietly gestated in the silence. Moonlight spilled like water onto Su Wanrong's solitary figure as she gently caressed her slightly swollen abdomen, her face displaying a complex expression of mixed joy and worry.
Xiao Yan, the considerate maid by Su Wanrong's side, silently pushed the door open and, upon seeing this scene, was filled with complex emotions. She approached gently and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, are you okay? Is there anything Xiao Yan can do for you?"
Su Wanrong slightly raised her head, gave a faint smile, and concealed her emotions: "It's nothing, Xiao Yan. Just some things that made me ponder."
Xiao Yan understood in her heart and said softly, "Your health is the most important, Your Highness. If there's anything you need, Xiao Yan is always here."
Su Wanrong looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly, "I know that in this palace, every step must be taken with great care, but this time, I must protect our secret even more."
Xiao Yan nodded, with a determined look in her eyes, "Your Highness, please rest assured, Xiao Yan will protect your and the young master's secret with her life, and will never let outsiders notice."
The conversation between the two people in the palace late at night seemed particularly heavy. The moonlight illuminated every corner of the palace, also casting light on the secrets and struggles within the harem.
The secret garden in the palace has always been Su Wanrong's favorite place, but now, every flower seems to carry her secrets and worries. Su Wanrong knows that every little action of hers, every solitary night, could become a clue for someone with ulterior motives.
But on this deep palace night, Su Wanrong found a moment of peace. She and Xiao Yan depended on each other, sharing the future and hope of a little life in this golden cage.
In the late night, Emperor Han Yu patrolled the quiet corridors of the palace alone, his thoughts as deep as the night. Moonlight filtered through the carved windows, casting dappled shadows on the serene corridors.
As Han Yu was lost in his thoughts, his gaze inadvertently fell on a familiar and subtly changed figure - Su Wanrong. She was alone, gently caressing her abdomen, her eyes filled with a faint sorrow.
Han Yu's pace unconsciously slowed down, as he tried to conceal his shock and confusion. "Wanrong, it's so late, why aren't you resting?" He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.
Su Wanrong was slightly startled, turned around, and forced a faint smile on her face. "Your Majesty, servants just have some things on my mind, so I came out for a walk."
Han Yu's gaze involuntarily fell on the bulging abdomen of Su Wanrong, and his doubts grew even stronger. "Wanrong, is your body okay?"
Su Wanrong's heart suddenly tightened, she lowered her head to conceal the panic in her eyes. "Your Majesty, rest assured, I am fine."
Han Yu looked at Su Wanrong with complex emotions in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of where to start. In the end, he just sighed and turned to continue his patrol, but the doubts in his heart grew thicker like the night.
Su Wanrong watched the emperor's departing figure, feeling waves of bitterness in her heart. She knew that the trust and understanding between her and the emperor had become as fragile as dew in the night, gradually becoming vulnerable and unable to withstand a single blow.
In the quiet and secluded palace chambers, Su Wanrong faces the upcoming challenge alone. She wears loose clothing to conceal her growing figure, and every movement she makes is cautious to avoid arousing suspicion from others.
One day, Su Wanrong felt a little unwell. She gently touched her abdomen, a hint of pain crossing her face. Her loyal maid, Xiao Yan, noticed her mistress's abnormality and asked softly, "Madam, are you feeling unwell? Do you need Xiao Yan to fetch the imperial physician to take a look?"
Su Wanrong shook her head, showing determination in her expression. "No need, Xiao Yan. It's just a slight discomfort. I just need to rest for a while. You know, this cannot be known to others."
Xiao Yan is full of worries in her eyes, but she deeply understands the master's decision is unquestionable, so she answers, "Yes, Your Highness, Xiao Yan understands. Please rest assured, Xiao Yan will be outside guarding."
Late at night, every corner of the palace is shrouded in silence. Su Wanrong is alone in her chamber, enduring the dual torment of body and soul. Often, in the quiet of the night, she gently caresses her abdomen and whispers to the unborn child, as if this could make her feel the response of life from the future.
In the hidden tolerance and struggles of this harem, Su Wanrong's pregnancy is a special journey. She does everything she can to protect this secret while also preparing for the impending motherhood. Perhaps the future road will be full of difficulties and unknowns, but for the firm love in her heart, she is willing to bear it all.
On a winter morning, frost and snow covered the roofs and corridors of the palace. Han Yu was in the imperial study, carefully selecting materials for the warm hat he was making for Chu Fang'er. His eyes revealed tenderness and concern, showing his special care for Chu Fang'er.
"The texture of this satin is delicate and warm without being heavy. It should be suitable for making a warm cap for Fang'er," Han Yu said to the maid beside him, his voice filled with unquestionable concern.
The maid responded respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will go and instruct the tailor to make the best warm cap."
Han Yu nodded and walked to the window, gazing at the snowy scene outside, but feeling concerned about Su Wanrong's situation. His care for Chu Fang'er was not only due to his expectation for the new life, but also a consideration for the inheritance of power.
That day, Han Yu personally brought a delicate warm hat to Chu Fang'er's chamber. Upon seeing the emperor, Chu Fang'er showed a surprised and grateful expression, "Your Majesty, you've gone to such trouble, Fang'er is extremely grateful."
Han Yu Smiling, he placed the warm hat in her hands. "Fang'er, this is for you and the child. The weather is cold, so take good care of yourself."
Chu Fang'er Lowering her head, she gently caressed her abdomen and shyly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Fang'er will definitely take good care of herself and the child."
This scene was seen from a distance by Su Wanrong. She hid behind the screen, feeling a complex emotion surging in her heart.
She witnessed the Emperor's care and affection for Chu Fang'er, while also realizing that her own future and that of her unborn child were filled with unknowns and hardships.
Su Wanrong quietly retreated to her own chamber, sitting by the window and gazing at the snowy scene in the courtyard. Silently, she made a promise to her unborn child that no matter what difficulties and challenges they may face in the future, she would protect this precious child with strength and determination.
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