Marquis Rong's Residence, Rong Enqing helped his wife to her feet, truly overjoyed. He was to become a father again; he had thought that he would only ever have one son in his lifetime. He carefully said, "Whether it's a boy or a girl, it is a treasure bestowed upon us by the heavens."
Yao Yao had been in a daze, and now could hardly believe it. Her husband had confessed to her that he was poisoned, and now, "I'm really pregnant?"
"Yes, you are already more than two months along. You started having pregnancy trouble this time; you need to rest in bed and recuperate."
Yao Yao clung to her husband's hand, "I still want to investigate my mother's death. My brother became a monk for my sake; I promised to take good care of him."
Rong Enqing sighed. Becoming a monk meant a lifetime away, a chance to keep alive. Without taking the vows, there might not have been a chance to live at all. This was the only thing he could do for his wife.
