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"Mr. Jie, he died?" She suddenly stood up from the stool but lost her footing and fell to the ground again.

Miss Du struggled to her feet again, clutching desperately at Mr. Jie’s sleeve.

Mr. Jie helped Miss Du up, his heart a tumult of emotions.

Why must this child’s fate be so bitter? She had finally waited until he turned back, yet she couldn’t let go of the resentment in her heart, insisting on leaving him.

And when she finally let go of the resentment, the man was no longer there to be seen.

"Don’t be sad, you still have a child to raise. This was his destiny; his unfortunate fate doomed him to a lifetime of regrets."

"No..., he must have hidden himself, he hates me for not forgiving him..."

Miss Du cried her heart out, causing all the onlookers to be close to tears.

It turned out that Miss Du’s child belonged to the Jie Family.

Their relationship had not completely broken down; to put it lightly, it was just a spat between a young couple.

Indeed, a divorce? For years, it has been heard of but never seen; after all the fuss, it turns out Mr. Jie’s son and daughter-in-law’s divorce was a sham.

Everyone in Beijing knew the affairs of Mr. Jie’s family.

After the second son of the Jie Family, Jie Zhonglin, and Miss Du divorced, he kept running to Jinxiu City, foolishly waiting in the Manxiu Building day after day, while Miss Du never paid him the slightest attention.

Those women in the boudoirs, whenever this topic came up, would clap their hands in approval, saying it served the faithless man right to taste the feeling of being despised.

Now it seemed, according to Mr. Jie’s meaning, it was all a misunderstanding.

But... the problem is... didn’t Jie Zhonglin die a martyr in the battle at Xining?

"He..." For a moment, Mr. Jie also could not help but tears running down his face.

Jie Zhonglin was his favorite child; he had always favored him from childhood. When a son had to be sent to the East Sea, he had the heart to let his freshly married eldest son go, never speaking of letting his younger son go. Yet, unexpectedly, the latter still met his end in the midst of war.

"Xintong, your father didn’t lie to you, he really is gone. Don’t be sad. Whether you return home or continue to do business in Manxiu Building, I will respect your choice."

Having said this, he turned to the Emperor and bowed: "Regardless of what transpired between my son Zhonglin and Xintong, I’ve always regarded her as my own family.

If it weren’t for the Crown Prince Consort sending someone today to inform me that Xintong was in the Crown Prince Residence and had given birth to a child, I would still not know she was in Beijing; I thought she went overseas to do business.

As for the child, he belongs to the Jie Family, please Your Majesty, do not make things difficult for her. "

...

Inside the inner chamber, Gu Youyou and Jin Zijin were holding their newly born son, talking softly as if the people and events outside had nothing to do with them.

"I received a message from Ajing this morning, saying that they found my master. Seeing that you were still busy delivering Miss Du’s baby, I didn’t want to disturb you, so I didn’t tell you."

"Did they find your master?"

Jin Zijin shook his head, saying: "No."

"Did they fall into a trap?" Gu Youyou felt that the Empress’s arrival was too coincidental, leading to suspicion.

"Yes!" said Jin Zijin.

Gu Youyou sighed and said, "Well, at least we are all safe."

"Mm." He gently kissed her on the forehead.

The matters outside were nearing conclusion. Miss Du’s child was from the Jie Family, and in the end, the Emperor acknowledged it as an internal matter of the Jie Family. The Empress had no say in it.

Gu Youyou, listening to the nearly resolved issue of Miss Du, still felt helpless as she stood up.