Lü Bu entered the inner chamber with a bellyful of anger.
He had intended to scold Lü Lingqi for disobeying him instead of resting properly in Ziyun Palace, running around until she disturbed her pregnancy and went into labor early.
But when he saw Lü Lingqi lying on the bed, pale and weak, his anger instantly vanished, and the reprimands stuck in his mouth.
"Father, you're here."
Seeing Lü Bu, Lü Lingqi tried to prop herself up and sit.
Lü Bu sighed at the sight. "You've just given birth. Lie down and rest. Don't strain yourself."
Then his gaze fell on the baby sleeping in her swaddling clothes, and a radiant smile immediately spread across his face.
"Oh, my darling granddaughter. Come, let Grandfather hold you."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the baby.
But no sooner had he taken her into his arms than she woke with a start and began wailing.
"Oh, oh, oh, why are you crying..."
Lü Bu had never faced anything like this. For a moment, he fumbled helplessly, unsure whether to keep holding her or put her down.
Lü Lingqi could not help laughing. "Father, you're holding her wrong. That's uncomfortable for her. Of course she'll cry."
As she spoke, she showed Lü Bu how to hold the baby.
She had not been idle during her pregnancy, asking the midwife about all sorts of things concerning childcare, including how to hold a baby. With Lü Lingqi's guidance, Lü Bu finally got the position right, and the baby slowly stopped crying.
By then, Lü Bu's forehead was covered in sweat. His whole body was stiff, and he dared not move from that position, afraid of waking the baby again.
Looking after a child truly was harder than fighting a war.
But