They already have children and a happy, fulfilling life, why would they want to have another child?
Yes, no, especially since the Prince of Jin didn't know before how hard childbirth is for women.
Thankfully, she wasn't the one who suffered when Linlin was born...
The Prince of Jin had already imagined a whole book.
Suddenly, Song Jingyang rushed in and said, "Your Highness, the Golden Qilin Guard says there's trouble at the Eastern Palace."
After hearing his report, the Prince of Jin sneered, "Let's go, I'll go see for myself. You summon Nanxing to take care of the two children!"
Nanxing was barely noticeable at the time, standing in the courtyard staring blankly at the tree, when Song Jingyang invited her over to be his maid.
Prince of Jin and Song Jingyang changed into night clothes and quickly disappeared into the night.
The neighbors next door are now extremely nervous.
Tang Baixin squatted down in front of the bed, holding Meng Yulan's hand tightly, while wiping her sweat with her other hand.
Meng Yulan said, "Husband, you should go back and rest. I... I'm really fine."
She didn't want Tang Baixin to see her in such a disheveled state, but she also truly craved his company.
She was taught from a young age to always present her best self in front of men, but this was the most humiliating moment of her life...
"How can I rest if you're like this?" Tang Baixin to himself. "Qingqing, I'm here. I'm not afraid of anything."
Hearing him call out the "little" word they only used when they were whispering sweet nothings to each other, tears instantly welled up in Meng Yulan's eyes.
Tang Zhuyun couldn't help but say, "Big brother, you just need to stay with her. Don't let your wife cry! Everything's fine..."
It's just having a child, not a matter of life and death.
Although it does hurt, please don't do this... It's only just begun, and there's still a long time before she gives birth. She was afraid that Tang Baixin would faint before Meng Yulan even gave birth.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the night watchman's drum came from outside.
Tang Baixin was feeding Meng Yulan chicken soup when the latter suddenly asked anxiously, "Husband, what time is it? Is it midnight? Is it the Dragon Boat Festival?"
Tang Baixin to himself, "So what if it's the Dragon Boat Festival? He's our own flesh and blood. Even if others dislike him, I'll still treat him well."
Tang Zhuyun: Hey, what kind of talk is that!
My sister-in-law is afraid of being disliked and criticized by others. Who's afraid of your dislike?
Isn't this like rubbing salt into someone's wound?
She had a sudden inspiration and said, "Sister-in-law, you misheard. Who said it's already the Dragon Boat Festival? The rooster hasn't crowed yet! It doesn't count. Besides, even if it's dawn, we can just say the child was born the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, is that not allowed?"
Amidst waves of pain, Meng Yulan stared in astonishment at Tang Zhuyun.
Is that even possible?
Tang Baixin lit up with surprise. "How could I, with my blockhead, not have thought of that?"
Xiu'er said, "That's right, we can say it one day later. Just ask the midwife if she dares to tell anyone. Our Prince is in charge of the Golden Qilin Guard!"
The two midwives hurriedly said they dared not accept such treatment.
They really couldn't tell anyone about this, because it would do them no good and cause very little harm to the Tang Family —they were just doing what was best for the child; changing a birth date, what crime could that be?
But if I say it out loud and offend the Tang Residence and Wang families, I'll be in deep trouble.
"Push, madam, exhale, push..."
The Prince of Jin returned, his clothes damp with dew, and faintly heard sounds from next door. Looking at the first light of dawn in the east, he couldn't help but ask, "How many have they given birth to?"
Song Jingyang: "Well... one hasn't been born yet, has it?"
The Prince of Jin was very surprised.
He's finished everything, but the baby still hasn't been born?
Tang Mingfan had already gotten up and was pacing anxiously back and forth in the courtyard.
Prince of Jin stepped forward, about to speak, when he heard Xiu'er's loud voice from next door. "It's born! It's born! Our Tang Family has a daughter!"
Prince of Jin frowned and looked at Song Jingyang, who looked completely bewildered.
--After giving birth to a daughter, Tang Baixin hadn't even said anything, yet the prince was already complaining?
The Prince of Jin asked, "Wasn't she part of the princess's dowry?"
Song Jingyang nodded, looking completely bewildered.
Teach her well.
Tang Zhuyun is from the Prince's Mansion, and so is Xiu'er; they are not related to the Tang Family!
Xiu'er's words made him feel that Tang Zhuyun wasn't even his own.
Song Jingyang didn't understand, but he still gave a vague reply.
Tang Mingfan said happily, "Xiu'er, bring the child here so I can see him."
"Okay!"
Xiu'er quickly arrived with the swaddled baby in her arms, like a gust of wind, making Song Jingyang extremely nervous. "Slow down, slow down..."
"What's there to be afraid of? I raised Linlin myself." Linlin presented the child to Tang Mingfan. "Xiu'er, look how handsome he is! Doesn't he look like the Princess Consort? Look at those eyebrows, don't they resemble her?"
The Prince of Jin couldn't help but glance at the wrinkled little monkey. How could it resemble Tang Zhuyun at all? Ugly!
Also, where are the eyebrows? Are those two almost invisible lines considered eyebrows?
Ugly!
Tang Zhuyun isn't like that at all; she's quite beautiful!
Tang Mingfan was so excited he was incoherent. "She looks just like her, just like her, just like her! Our Sister Yuan looks exactly like her aunt!"
He longed for a granddaughter, as if that way he could relive the years he missed of his daughter's growth.
So he had already decided on a name for his granddaughter in his heart: Tang Yuan.
He wasn't very good at holding children, and he was too afraid to move while holding the baby.
Xiu'er said with a grin, "Sister Yuan? Tang Yuan? What a nice name! Tangyuan (sweet rice balls) are white and sweet. Master is indeed very learned."
Prince of Jin: "..."
Song Jingyang: "Hehe, Xiu'er, you decide what to name our daughter from now on."
Xiu'er glared at him. "Dream on! Who wants to give you a daughter?"
"Then let's have a son. Whether it's a son or a daughter is up to you, hehe."
Xiu'er: "I can't be bothered with you. Master, I'll take Sister Yuan and let the wet nurse feed her."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Tang Mingfan looked at his granddaughter with longing eyes, unwilling to look away.
After Xiu'er left, Chang Zhi came to pick up Tang Mingfan to go to court, and Prince of Jin also planned to go to court.
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. After the court session, the ministers and the emperor went together to watch the dragon boat races and other grand events.
Before they could even leave, Xiu'er started yelling again, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has fainted!"
The Prince of Jin rushed to the wall with lightning speed and jumped over it.
Song Jingyang: "..."
Tang Zhuyun leaned against the door, saying weakly, "Xiu'er, keep your voice down, I'm fine."
She hadn't eaten all night and had been nervous for too long, so she felt dizzy for a moment when she came out.
When I was a doctor, although life was hard, I never felt this anxious about my family.
The Prince of Jin stepped forward and embraced her. "A-Yun, A-Yun..."
"Stop shaking me!" Tang Zhuyun snapped angrily.
She was already feeling dizzy, and this jerk was shaking her like that!
Prince of Jin: "What's wrong with you?"
"What could be wrong with me? I'm sleepy and tired."
I want to drink Red Bull.
Prince of Jin: "Shall I carry you to rest?"
Song Jingyang sighed helplessly, "Just carry her then." How was the Princess supposed to respond to that?
Tang Zhuyun: "No need, I'll just sit here. Xiu'er, make me a bowl of brown sugar water."
For half an hour to an hour after giving birth, Meng Yulan's condition needed to be observed, so she dared not sleep.
Tang Zhuyun wanted to sit on the stone bench, so Prince of Jin had Xiu'er bring a thick cushion to lay down before helping her to sit down.
Tang Zhuyun was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, so she lay down on the stone table and dozed off.