Wuji burst into tears, and Wuxian woke up as well, wailing loudly.
The father and son were in a flurry of activity.
Prince of Jin: Qu Nian, you just wait!
Xiu'er's labor wasn't as quick as Tang Zhuyun's; she went into labor in the morning and didn't give birth to a daughter until midnight.
Xiu'er was covered in sweat and completely exhausted.
But she bit the towel, and didn't scream or cry.
Nanny Jing stayed with her the whole time; if she cried, her mother-in-law would feel sorry for her.
Besides, crying won't save you from giving birth, so it's pointless.
Upon hearing the child cry, Yanran eagerly asked, "Is it your little sister?"
Ren Yingying said, "It's my younger sister."
"Oh, that's wonderful! I'll go tell them the good news right away!"
Xiu'er: "It's a daughter."
Ren Yingying glared at her. "What, what are you going to say?"
She's sexist and should be cut off from her!
"That's great!"
She pouted and said.
Although she desperately wanted to have a son to carry on the Song Family family line, since she had already given birth to a daughter, she couldn't let her daughter know about her mother's favoritism.
From the moment her daughter was born, she didn't want her to suffer any injustice.
She doesn't discriminate against girls.
Daughters are precious too, like herself; now she's giving her mother a good life, hasn't she?
She just didn't want Song Jingyang to be gossiped about for not having a son.
It's okay, she's young, she can still have children!
"Quickly, bring the child over here so I can see him/her."
Xiu'er sat up on her own, which caused Nanny Jing to gasp in surprise.
"Good child, you should lie down. What will you do if you get sick during this postpartum period!"
Xiu'er said, "Please bring the girl here so I can see her."
Nanny Jing quickly handed the child to her.
Xiu'er raised Linlin by holding her, so she's very good at holding babies.
She took her daughter and placed her on the bed, then unwrapped her. "One, two, three, four, five... one, two, three, four, five... thank goodness..."
She counted all of her daughter's fingers and toes, and then she felt relieved.
Everyone: "..."
"Since she's a girl, I don't expect her to achieve anything great. I just hope she lives a peaceful, happy, and healthy life."
Xiu'er lifted her clothes to breastfeed her daughter.
Ren Yingying: "You have breast milk now?"
Xiu'er's eyes widened. "I've already had a child, how could I not have one?"
Nanny Jing chuckled, "Silly child, it won't be that quick. It'll probably be tomorrow or the day after. No rush... We have a wet nurse! Don't breastfeed yourself; it's too tiring."
"No," Xiu'er said. "Her Majesty said we have to feed them ourselves."
"Yes," Ren Yingying affirmed, "Let's feed them ourselves first, and then we'll deal with it if we really can't keep up later."
Nanny Jing handed the child to the wet nurse and urged Xiu'er to eat and rest.
Xiu'er didn't know why, but although she was extremely tired, she was also extremely awake and too excited to sleep.
She was overjoyed to become a mother for the first time, because this was her and Song Jingyang's child!
But she was also worried; she was unreliable, could she really raise the child well?
Sigh, it's alright. Anyway, Song Jingyang is already a general. Their daughters have plenty of options ahead of them, so there's nothing to worry about!
After a while, hearing hushed voices outside, she asked, "Is that Linlin?"
Linlin said coldly, "It's me. I've come to see my sister."
"Come in quickly!" Xiu'er said happily, "You silly child, it's so late, why aren't you going back to sleep? What difference does it make when you see someone?"
As Linlin entered, she beckoned and said, "Come here, look how cute your little sister is."
Her daughter is the most beautiful and well-behaved girl in the world!
Linlin smiled and stepped forward to check on the sleeping little dumpling.
This is his third younger sister; Little Tangyuan can already call him "brother."
Xiu'er said, "I've been looking forward to your arrival! Quickly, give my little sister a nice name."
Boys can do whatever they want, they can be lawless, as long as they have talent, no one will laugh at them.
But it's different for girls; there are too many things people can criticize about them. So, don't create obstacles for your daughter over something as trivial as her name.
"What do you think of Song Shu?" Linlin replied, "He's just like you, open-minded and magnanimous."
"Okay, this is it!" Xiu'er made the final decision.
For no other reason than that she simply couldn't resist the prospect of "Song losing".
To hand the opponent a defeat is to guarantee victory; that's her style!
I love it!
She absolutely has to give Linlin a big red envelope.
Linlin smiled and said, "The small print..."
"This one's ready, Princess Consort, please prepare it."
She had originally planned to ask the Princess Consort for help, hoping to share in the good fortune.
However, when the Crown Princess offered her name, Xiu'er changed her mind.
--The Crown Princess is truly a blessed person!
She had a formal status and enjoyed the treatment of a widow—no man to serve her, and she didn't have to observe widowhood—she could eat whatever she wanted and wear whatever she wanted; it was simply wonderful.
"Then," Linlin had a bad feeling and tentatively asked, "What is the nickname for 'little sister'?"
"Guagua!"
Linlin: Uh...
"It's quite interesting."
It just reminds me of a little frog.
Xiu'er said, "I think so too, hehe. Alright, go back to sleep, you still have to study tomorrow. You're going to be our family's future top scholar! Don't let yourself be late."
Linlin couldn't help but think of her father's earnest expectations, and nodded with a smile, "You should rest early too. I'll be going now, and I'll come to see my sister again tomorrow."
"Okay, okay."
After Linlin left, Xiu'er, who couldn't sleep, stared at Guagua's little face, looking at it endlessly.
What an Lovely little watermelon!
How can it be so beautiful!
"Look how lucky you are," Xiu'er, gently touching her daughter's face with her fingertips. "You have three older brothers and an older sister."
Little watermelon, you must cherish what you have.
Tang Zhuyun indeed had large breasts but no milk; her milk supply wasn't even enough for one child.
Xiu'er did the opposite, picking up Wuxian and feeding him too.
Despite Tang Zhuyun's best efforts, she could only feed Wuji until he was half full; the rest of the food still needed to be fed by the wet nurse.
Xiu'er: "That's just a snack, never mind."
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
Okay, whatever makes the best.
Because it was summer, Tang Zhuyun didn't miss a day of washing her hair or taking a bath, but she was very careful not to get chilled.
Xiu'er, however, behaved herself properly during her postpartum confinement.
Tang Zhuyun: Has this germaphobia changed?
Xiu'er replied, "I won't wash it. I can endure it for a month. If I wash it, my mother-in-law will worry about it for many years to come."
The old woman has her own set of rules, and she can tolerate them.
It's not a matter of principle; just bear with it and it will pass.
When the three children were seven or eight days old, Mingzhu began to help with the full-month celebration.
Although no grand banquet was planned, the Prince's residence was celebrating the birth of a new baby, and on the day of the baby's full moon celebration, there would be no shortage of gifts.
In fact, the gifts have been nonstop since I gave birth.
In the past few days, Mingzhu has begun to take over the affairs of the household; although she is smart, she has no experience and is very busy.
However, she is meticulous and thorough in her work, and treats her servants with both kindness and strictness, so she already commands great respect in the Prince's mansion.
Tang Zhuyun sighed, "This is probably an innate ability."
Fearing that Tang Zhuyun would be bored, the Prince of Jin simply moved all the things from the outer study back to keep Tang Zhuyun company during her postpartum period.
Tang Zhuyun didn't have a good appetite, Mingzhu had prepared a lot of food, most of which ended up in Prince of Jin's stomach, causing him to gain three pounds.
However, besides the happy moments, there were always some unpleasant interludes.
For example, right now.
"Who upset you again?" Tang Zhuyun asked, glancing at Prince of Jin as she did postpartum yoga.
Could it be Wu Zhenhai?