Chapter 375: Just That Brother A Yan Guessed It Right!

A wave of nausea surged up suddenly; Xiao Zhiqing hurriedly turned, covered her mouth, and briskly walked to the spittoon by the window.

A rapid, dry retching sound broke the room's warm coziness.

Chen Yan stepped forward two steps at a time, his palm hovering lightly behind her as if afraid to break a porcelain doll, and asked, "Zhiqing, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you eat something that upset your stomach?"

She said, moving step by step along the rapidly rising and falling spine.

"Zhiqing sister, are you okay?" Yun Xi, seeing this, also stepped forward, asked concernedly, and observed Xiao Zhiqing's condition.

She seemed rather puzzled.

Her complexion didn't even look like she was ill…

"I'm fine!"

Xiao Zhiqing suppressed the raging nausea, her shoulders still trembling slightly, and, holding Chen Yan's arm, slowly sat up, speaking softly, "Perhaps the pastry I just ate didn't agree with me…"

"I'll be fine after a short rest…"

"No problem!"

The lingering sourness in her throat made Xiao Zhiqing subconsciously purse her lips, which turned a slightly moist red.

"What do you mean 'fine'?"

Hearing that, Chen Yan gave the woman, who disregarded her own health, a disdainful glance, sounding somewhat displeased, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Yun is right here; have her take your pulse quickly!"

"Brother A Yan, first help Zhiqing sister over there to sit down…"

Yun Xi nodded, pointed to the rosewood cushioned couch by the window, and said to Chen Yan.

The couch was covered with a thick white fox‑fur cushion, and sunlight streamed through the diamond‑patterned window, bathing it in warm glow.

"Alright."

Chen Yan responded, then carefully supported Xiao Zhiqing and placed her onto the cushioned couch.

"Zhiqing sister, give me your left hand!"

Yun Xi moved an embroidered stool next to the couch and sat down.

Xiao Zhiqing, leaning against the couch's headrest to catch her breath, gave a slight nod and whispered low, "Hmm."

Immediately, she pressed a cloth to her chest with her right hand; the lingering nausea had not yet faded, and she then slowly extended her left hand—its pale wrist slender, a silver cuff jingling softly with the movement.

Yun Xi brought three fingers together and gently placed them on the cool pale wrist.

The pads of her fingers rested on the delicate skin with just the right pressure to clearly feel the pulse.

She held her breath and focused, her fingertips moving subtly with the pulse's rise and fall, sometimes lightly pinching, sometimes concentrating to discern, forgetting even to wipe the tiny sweat on her nose.

"How is it?"

"Is there any problem?"

"Or perhaps you didn't sleep well?"

Chen Yan stood nearby, seeing Yun Xi holding the pulse in silence for a long while, and couldn't help but ask.

Yun Xi suddenly withdrew her hand, letting her fingertips brush the collar of her robe, and a flash of surprise flickered in her ever‑sparkling eyes.

She then curved an odd smile, her mouth pursed, but the playful glint in her eyes could not be hidden, as if she held a world‑shaking secret.

When she looked at Xiao Zhiqing, her gaze took on an indescribable, hard‑to‑explain appraisal.

She said nothing, crossing her arms, tilting her head and pursing her lips; the expression on her little face, as if "I know something," made others' hearts tighten.

Xiao Zhiqing felt a weight in her chest from that look; the discomfort she had suppressed seemed to surge again, and she involuntarily clenched her collar.

"Xi Er, what's that expression?" she asked, her voice trembling faintly, raising a hand to press her still stuffy chest, eyes shyly meeting Yun Xi, "Could it be that I'm seriously ill?"

By the end of her sentence, the final tone had softened a bit.

Her long lashes fell, shielding the worry rising in her eyes, and even her breathing became lighter.

The little girl before her was a Divine Doctor Disciple!

If she diagnosed herself with a serious illness, it would be almost a death sentence…

Xiao Zhiqing's claim of being unflustered was a lie.

"No illness, no illness!"

Yun Xi, seeing the mist gathering in Xiao Zhiqing's eyes, quickly gestured with her small hand.

She paused, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly, glanced at Chen Yan, and laughed, "It's just that Brother A Yan guessed it right!"

Her words were laden with deep meaning.

The pulse was smooth and flowing, like beads rolling in a dish—steady, strong, unmistakably a joyous pulse!

The reason she showed that expression earlier was simply to marvel at someone's spot‑on remark…

"Could it be…?!"

Chen Yan was first stunned, his eyes snapping open, a surge of tumultuous waves flashing in his pupils; the uncontrollable exhilaration burst from his throat as a hearty laugh, "Hahaha!"

What could the thing he guessed be?

It could only mean he's about to become a father!

Two lifetimes as a human, the first child…

How could one not be delighted?

What a profound significance!

Xiao Zhiqing slowly lifted her hand, her trembling fingertips resting on her flat abdomen, through layers of clothing, as if she could feel a faint pulse.

The sensation was light, like an early‑spring breeze skimming a lake, yet it made her whole body shiver, a mist instantly rising in her eyes.

"Did I… have one?!" she opened her mouth, her voice as light as a sigh, her fingertips drawing a gentle circle on her abdomen, as if confirming something.

Both surprised and immensely delighted…

Xiao Zhiqing had once thought she would never have a child in this lifetime…

Yun Xi saw the two of them like that, couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling twice, then straightened her little face seriously: "It's been more than a month...."

She paused, then shifted tone and reminded: "However, during this period, you still have to take good care of your body!"

At that point, she suddenly turned her head toward Chen Yan, her brows slightly furrowed: "There are many things you can't do, especially..."

Upon saying that, her voice abruptly stopped.

A faint crimson hue quietly spread across her little face.

"Especially what?" Chen Yan blinked, his mind forming vague guesses, but still asked.

Probably just the first three.....

Yun Xi pressed her lips and said slowly, "Especially matters in the bedroom!"

"Don't worry, I'll look after Zhiqing..." Chen Yan gave a calm smile, showing a truly confident expression, lightly patted Zhiqing's shoulder, and swore solemnly.

"What nonsense are you saying!"

Xiao Zhiqing glared at Chen Yan, her cheek instantly turned bright red, the base of her ears also took on a rouge hue, and she let out a light hum.

That expression seemed to suggest her desire was strong?

But indeed it was only a little stronger, just a tiny bit.....

Yun Xi sprang up from the embroidered cushion, her steps making a light sound on the carpet, turned her head toward the two maids standing by the door, and shouted: "Go fetch paper and brush!"

"I'll prepare a few prescriptions for Sister Zhiqing, to stabilize the fetus and nourish the spirit....."

The maid heard this and left at once.

Not long after, the two returned carrying a tray, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone neatly arranged on the desk.

The fine brush was soaked and supple, the ink in the inkstone ground to a jet‑black shine, and even the paper weight was a warm sheep‑fat jade, pressed onto the snow‑white xuan paper, giving off a touch of elegance.

Yun Xi first dipped the brush in a little clear water to moisten it, then fully soaked it in thick ink; her arm hovered over the paper, the tip fluttered across the surface, each stroke bearing proper structure, and the names of the herbs leapt onto the paper one by one: "angelica root three qian, white atractylodes five qian, sand ginger......"

At that moment, a light, swift footstep sounded from outside the door, accompanied by the tinkling of ornaments, and the curtain was pulled aside from the outside.

"Zhiqing!"

"I heard you are expecting?"

Pei Suiwan had a red‑gold and jade hairpin slanted into her sideburns, hurried in, her face still bearing a faint flush from traveling, and her gaze first fell on Xiao Zhiqing lying on the soft couch.

"Hmm."

"Xi'er said it's been more than a month....."

Xiao Zhiqing gave a soft reply, answering cautiously, fearing that the lady of the house might be displeased and came to reprimand her.

After all, the lady hadn't become pregnant yet, and she had taken the lead......

Yet Pei Suiwan's reaction surprised Xiao Zhiqing; a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, then a genuine smile spread, and he lifted his hand to gently pat the back of her hand: "Great!"

"This is truly a joyous occasion!"

He paused, then turned his head and called: "Rong'er."

"I am here," the personal maid Rong'er replied, stepping forward.

Pei Suiwan thought briefly, then ordered: "Assign more capable maids to Zhiqing's courtyard!"

"Tell them to serve well, and they'll be richly rewarded!"

"Also increase the daily supplements!"

"You and Qingyu personally supervise, and there must be no slip‑ups!"

"Yes." Rong'er nodded in response.

Pei Suiwan then looked at Yun Xi: "Sister Yun."

"I'm here, Sister Suiwan, give your orders." Yun Xi set down her brush, handed the prescription to the maid, blinked, and replied.

"Then I will ask you, every seven days, to take Zhiqing's pulse....." Pei Suiwan lightly pressed his red lips, gently stroked Xiao Zhiqing's hand back, and said softly.

As a woman from a noble family, Pei Suiwan knows that if the fetus is well cared for early, the delivery will involve fewer hardships.....

Regular pulse‑checking can also prevent the risk of miscarriage.

"Alright."

Yun Xi nodded, smiling: "Anyway, I'll be coming to Zhiqing's courtyard every day to eat pastries....."

Chen Yan, standing nearby, looked at the "strictly prepared" Pei Suiwan and couldn't help sighing: "What a good fellow, arranging such a big setup?"

This treatment is even more panda‑like than a panda.....

"Of course!"

Pei Suiwan nodded, his eyes full of importance, and said earnestly: "This is our Chen Family's first child......"

"It must be treasured dearly!"