TRBDM -Chapter 245 The Eldest House Has a Son

Xie Wanyi wanted to argue further, but Nanny Qi had already turned to leave, not forgetting to instruct the butler to close the door.

The butler obeyed immediately, and with a sharp slam, the main gate was shut.

“…”

The door nearly hit Xie Wanyi in the face. She stomped her feet in fury. “You… you’ve gone too far!”

“Hmph! Do you know who I am? I’m the Second Miss of the Marquis Mansion!”

Inside, it was empty—no response.

Nangong Hai stood awkwardly beside her, the gift in his hand suddenly feeling like a hot potato, both shabby and humiliating.

Xie Wanyi continued banging on the door. “Open it! You two servants dare block me outside? This is outrageous!”

Her hands grew sore from knocking, but no one paid attention. Instead, passersby began pointing and whispering.

Embarrassed, Nangong Hai grabbed Xie Wanyi and began to leave.

Xie Wanyi had initially planned to fight for her rights, but upon seeing Nangong Hai’s expression, she immediately shut her mouth and followed him out of the mansion.

They had arrived full of confidence, and left utterly dejected.

Both of their faces were completely lost.

From that moment on, Xie Wanyi fully realized that the severance letter wasn’t a mere scrap of paper—it was a genuine cut-off.

The Marquis Mansion had nothing more to do with her.

Understanding this, Xie Wanyi never returned to the Marquis Mansion.

Though the mansion raised her, her future path had nothing to do with it.

Xie Wanyi’s life would be her own responsibility.

Two months later, at the Ruixiang Courtyard.

Nanny Zhang nervously pressed her fingers together and, after a long pause, hurriedly said, “Quickly fetch Old Madam from Anhe Courtyard! Madam’s in labor; she might give birth soon.”

Xie Chuan had just returned from the storage room and was calling before he even entered: “Madam, I’m back! Did the baby kick you today?”

Dou Shuyao was in the late stages of pregnancy, and the baby was mischievous, often pushing her belly into a rounded shape.

Xie Chuan found it both amusing and novel, asking repeatedly every day.

Laughing, he entered and collided with Nanny Zhang.

“Oh! Nanny Zhang, why are you in such a hurry? Watch where you’re going!”

Seeing Xie Chuan, she immediately grabbed his arm. “Master, you finally returned! Madam’s in labor—she’s about to give birth!”

“What!”

Xie Chuan ran inside anxiously, while Nanny Zhang went out to arrange the delivery.

At the bedside, Dou Shuyao was not yet in severe pain and smiled upon seeing Xie Chuan. “Husband, I think I’ll give birth today.”

Half of Xie Chuan’s soul seemed to leave him. He sat beside the bed, letting Dou Shuyao lean against his chest.

His hands trembled as he gently rested them on her rounded belly. Each little movement made his whole body jump.

Dou Shuyao was amused by his actions and pushed him away lightly. “Husband, why are you more nervous than me?”

Xie Chuan didn’t dare touch her any further and obediently stood beside the bed, keeping her company.

“Nervous? No… not at all.”

He feigned calmness, though his heart pounded uncontrollably.

Soon, the midwife arrived.

She had been specially arranged by Wei Zhaorong from the palace and had delivered many palace concubines, experienced and skilled.

Accompanying her was also a female physician.

The midwife entered the room: “Master, leave Madam in my hands. Please wait outside.”

Xie Chuan’s heart was burning with anxiety. Tenderly, he said to Dou Shuyao, “Madam, I’ll be right outside. If you feel any pain, call for me, understood?”

“Mm, mm… go ahead.”

Just as Xie Chuan stepped out of the bedroom, Wei Zhaorong arrived.

She wore a serious expression. “How is Shuyao now?”

Nanny Zhang replied, “Her labor just started. We’ll have to wait.”

“All right, we’ll wait here.”

Xie Chuan helped Wei Zhaorong sit down, then sent servants to inform Dou Shuxin and Xie Wanrou at the Xiang Mansion and Jiang Mansion.

Since Xie Wanrou’s marriage, she had been returning to the Marquis Mansion almost every ten days, each time accompanied by Jiang Yuelin.

The married couple lived in perfect harmony, respecting each other and sharing household duties, their happiness nearly overflowing.

She had only returned to the Jiang Mansion two days ago, and upon receiving the message from the Marquis Mansion, she didn’t even change her clothes before boarding the carriage.

She and Dou Shuxin arrived at the Marquis Mansion one after the other.

“Sister.” Dou Shuxin’s face was full of worry. She entered the bedroom and immediately saw Dou Shuyao sweating from the pain.

Tears threatened to spill from Dou Shuxin’s eyes.

Seeing that she was worried, Dou Shuyao endured the pain and said, “Shuxin, it’s okay. Giving birth is always like this. Go on outside now, do as I say.”

Dou Shuxin left the bedroom with tears in her eyes, silently sitting nearby.

Xie Wanrou comforted her: “Don’t worry.”

Anyone can say comforting words, but in truth, Xie Wanrou herself was extremely anxious.

It was the first child of the Marquis Mansion, long awaited by all, and everyone hoped for the safety of both mother and child, wishing Dou Shuyao not to suffer too much.

Basin after basin of hot water was brought in, and Dou Shuyao’s moans grew more frequent, her cries of pain increasingly clear.

Xie Chuan felt as if needles were under him, unable to sit still. If the maid hadn’t restrained him, he would have rushed into the bedroom countless times.

After three hours, a loud cry rang through the room.

Nanny Zhang ran out, laughing and crying at the same time. “Old Madam! Master! Great joy! It’s a little master! Mother and child are safe!”

“Really!” Xie Chuan sprang to his feet and ran toward the bedroom.

The midwife had just been about to hand him the child, but Xie Chuan bypassed her and knelt at the bedside, holding Dou Shuyao’s hand. “Madam, you’ve worked hard, truly worked hard.”

He repeated the words several times, his voice trembling, tears glinting at the corners of his eyes.

The midwife then placed the baby by Dou Shuyao’s pillow. Xie Chuan leaned in, and the three of them huddled close together.

Dou Shuyao looked at her child, her heart filled to the brim by this tiny life.

Happiness coursed through her entire body, and she felt fully satisfied with her life.

Wei Zhaorong, Dou Shuxin, and Xie Wanrou entered together.

“Shuyao, you’ve worked hard.” Wei Zhaorong looked at her with tender affection.

“Thank you for your concern, mother.”

“Yes, Shuyao, you must be exhausted. Don’t speak—rest.”

Dou Shuyao was indeed very tired. She nodded slightly and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

The Mingde Marquis Mansion rejoiced at the birth of a son. Wei Zhaorong was elevated to grandmother, and even her usually stern face was now adorned with loving smiles every day.

They say grandchildren create a special bond across generations. Seeing her grandson, Wei Zhaorong was overjoyed, often holding him, her arms growing tired but still filled with delight.

Wei Zhaorong spent a fortune hiring a master to name the child—Xie Yuan’an, with the nickname An’an, meaning: peace, happiness, and a smooth life.

Since Xie Yu moved out and Xie Wanrou married, the Marquis Mansion had grown quiet.

But with An’an’s birth, everything changed.

The mansion seemed reborn. Both servants and masters had smiles plastered on their faces that never faded. Laughter and cheer filled every corner.

The Emperor, upon learning of Xie Yuan’an’s birth, bestowed many imperial gifts.

With the Emperor’s grace, the prestige of the Mingde Marquis Mansion grew even greater.