Qu Hua understood what she meant and wasn't angry.
--Whether it's a man or a woman, she likes capable people.
She smiled and said, "Everyone around me now has been carefully selected by Mu Ziyu, so don't worry."
Jinse: "... Thank you, Princess."
"You're welcome." Qu Hua put her arm around her shoulder. "Then it's a deal: if we're together when I give birth, you absolutely have to help me out."
Jinse: "... Okay."
She had finally found something in common between the brother and sister.
That is, it can really be agonizing.
If they want to, they can definitely do it.
The Crown Princess was powerless to resist such an offensive, so it didn't matter much that she let Qu Hua succeed.
Jinse had just returned to the Prince's mansion when she found someone standing in front of her door.
When did you arrive?
"It's nothing, I just sat here for a while."
The implication is that they have been waiting for quite some time.
"Then come with me."
"Um."
The two quickly disappeared into the night.
In the capital, Xiu'er gave birth to her and Song Jingyang's eldest son Miemie, in the palace.
Tang Zhuyun had been worried about her because she was about to give birth, and told her to be careful.
Xiu'er, however, felt that she could eat and sleep well and that she was not feeling unwell at all. Instead, she advised Xiuer to calm down.
As a result, at noon that day, when the sun was blazing, Xiu'er, holding an umbrella, led her tireless children to catch cicadas in the Imperial Garden.
"Let Wuxian try, let Wuxian try." Xiu'er looked at Wuxian at the back and said to the children scrambling in front.
Wuxian: "No."
Other children. "No."
Xiu'er: "Go quickly!"
Although Tang Zhuyun always said that Wuxian just stay wherever he wanted, Xiu'er wouldn't listen.
Xiu'er always felt that he was being taken advantage of and couldn't bear to see him being left behind by the other children.
As they were talking, Xiu'er felt a slight pain in her stomach.
She remained very calm.
Judging by the days, it might be about to flare up.
But don't worry, she's not the first one.
Once you're unfamiliar with something, you'll get used to it the second time. It's just like having a child, right?
From the pain of childbirth to delivery, there was still a lot of commotion, so she didn't make a fuss at all. She simply told the palace maid beside her to find a midwife and get ready.
As for Song Jingyang, he's still busy, so don't tell him.
The Empress went to the academy to teach today, so there's no rush, lest she become unsettled.
I never expected that the second pregnancy would go so smoothly.
Less than half an hour later, Xiu'er sensed that something was wrong.
Why did she feel like the baby was about to come out?
As it turned out, her intuition was correct.
Everyone rushed over to lift her up, intending to take her to the delivery room, but it was too late.
Song Miemie, male, was born in the Imperial Garden in the summer of the second year of Yong'an.
Oh no, he has a proper name, Song Rong.
This is a name bestowed by the emperor.
The name "Linlin Miemie" share a similar charm.
This means that Emperor Wen did not forget his subordinates who had followed him for many years, and hoped that Song Miemie would grow up to be Linlin right-hand man to Lin Lin.
The name Miemie was given to her by Tang Zhuyun.
She's terrible at naming things and never gets involved in that kind of thing.
But Xiu'er went too far.
Terrible at naming things, yet still needs to make a name for myself.
She insisted on naming her son Yangyang because she changed her usual habits during her pregnancy and developed a craving for lamb.
Tang Zhuyun thought this name was really too much. Wouldn't the child be ridiculed when he/she grew up?
So she changed it to "Miemie".
Emperor Wen and Song Jingyang were both speechless.
People might think of Yangyang, Yangyang, Yangyang, etc., but they might not necessarily think of sheep.
But your name is Miemie, who wouldn't know that!
But there was no way around it, Xiu'er was willing!
"Your Majesty is Miemie amazing! 'Meimei' sounds nice, so let's call her Miemie."
It was a case of mutual consent; it was true love between them. The men, however, kept their opinions to themselves.
After exchanging letters between the capital and Liaodong, Ren Yingying jokingly suggested that they arrange a marriage between their children.
Qu Nian firmly disagreed.
Why?
Song Jingyang was Emperor Wen's lackey. With Emperor Wen around, he could expect to be ennobled and appointed prime minister in the future.
This is Song Jingyang's eldest son; isn't he going to inherit the title?
And more importantly, Xiu'er is very sensible!
Isn't this the perfect choice for ancient people to select a spouse for their child?
Qu Nian: "What if their child grows up to be ugly and deformed?"
Ren Yingying: "What if your daughter grows up to be a bad person?"
"That's impossible!"
"How could someone possibly grow up to be deformed?"
This hypocrite.
Qu Nian: "Anyway, it's not going to work. Let's wait until Jingjing grows up."
"Nonsense, I was just kidding."
"This kind of joke is unacceptable."
Ren Yingying once again realized her role: she was a delivery person.
Yanran was very anxious to check on the "delivery," but she couldn't leave the house, which made her quite frustrated.
To appease her, Cui Xiaoqiu somehow managed to get his hands on a set of chime bells.
Yanran was completely stunned by the enormous thing in front of her.
Touching the antique patterns on it, she asked in amazement, "Cui Xiaoqiu, where did you get this?"
"My grandfather's collection was sent from the capital by express courier."
"This is insane!" Yanran exclaimed in shock. "Why are they bringing it here? Your grandfather actually agreed to it?"
This thing looks very valuable, and it's something that money can't buy; it's a piece of refined taste that scholars cherish most.
Cui Xiaoqiu thought to herself, "Because this is the betrothal gift."
Although my grandfather cherished it greatly, this thing was ultimately meant to be left to future generations.
Using this to marry the princess is quite respectable.
"It's nothing," Cui Xiaoqiu said with a smile, handing her the hammer. "Would you like to try it?"
Yanran: "Do you think I would?"
She has absolutely no knowledge of music.
"Just hearing the sound is enough."
"Then I'll give it a try." Yanran took it, not daring to use force, worried about breaking Elder Cui's treasure, and gently tapped the small bell in front of her once.
The chime bells immediately emitted a clear, crisp sound.
Yanran chuckled and turned to Cui Xiaoqiu, asking, "Do you know how to play with this?"
All she knew was that Cui Xiaoqiu could play the zither and the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument).
"I can give it a try," Cui Xiaoqiu said with a smile. "Don't laugh at me if I don't do a good job."
"Don't worry. I can't either. We're both equally bad, so neither of us will laugh at the other."
As it turns out, when Yanran said she could give it a try, she really did.
But when Cui Xiaoqiu said she could give it a try, that was pure humility.
The melodious tune flowed gently from Cui Xiaoqiu's hands, like Qingfeng rippling across the water, creating soothing and relaxing waves.
Suddenly, the waves surged, crashing resolutely against the rocks on the shore with tremendous force...
After the song ended, Yanran didn't come out for a long time.
"How is it?" Cui Xiaoqiu smiled slightly.
Yanran gripped his hand tightly. "We've hit the jackpot!"
"Huh?" Cui Xiaoqiu was a little confused by her. "What do you mean, 'made a fortune'?"
"I, I've hit the jackpot! Cui Xiaoqiu, is there anything you can't do!" Yanran's eyes Jingjing.
Cui Xiaoqiu laughed and said, "I said it was to make you happy, I just learned it, do you believe me?"