A layer of snow covered the tombstone. She approached to wipe it off and spoke to him. The child was almost seven months old; by spring, the child would be born.
Gu Qingtong gently rubbed her belly, soothing the restless child who loved to kick her.
Perhaps it was a boy, a boy as gentle as Jiang Shangheng, she thought.
Gradually, the frozen river began to thaw, the spring river grew warm, and the courtyard pond visibly rose. It was late spring, and the violets hanging on the vine rack were sprouting green, like blue ornaments, pleasing to the eye.
Since last autumn, Gu Qingtong had been learning embroidery and making baby clothes from Aunt Lin. Although her embroidery was still ugly, she could now make a set of clothes in just over ten days. She had already made several sets of baby clothes, and Gu Qingtong was particularly happy with her hard work.
From afar, Yu Rong saw her with a calm smile at the corner of her mouth and couldn’t bear to disturb this peaceful scene, but someone was waiting to see her. As she was approaching her due date, Yu Rong was afraid of stimulating her, but the visitor had been begging to see her for a long time. Master Jiang and Aunt Lin had gone to the temple to pray, and there was no one else in the mansion, so she could only seek Gu Qingtong’s opinion.
“Rong’er, what’s wrong?” Gu Qingtong put away her needle and thread and saw Yu Rong leaning against the doorway, frowning slightly.
“Sister…” Yu Rong bit her lip, hesitating.
“Speak up, did you fancy a young gentleman? Shall I ask Master Min to help?” Gu Qingtong teased.
This was not the first time Gu Qingtong had joked with her, but previously Yu Rong would always blush and run away. This time, her face looked troubled, so Gu Qingtong stopped laughing: “Rong’er, what happened?”
“Sister, a gentleman named Shen Yuqing and a lady named Ji Chen want to see you.”
Upon hearing Shen Yuqing’s name, the baby clothes Gu Qingtong had just folded slipped to the floor.
“Sister, if you don’t want to see them, I’ll send them away,” Yu Rong said, seeing her reaction.
“No, Rong’er, let them come in,” Gu Qingtong bit her lip hard and said word by word.
