Now that we know he is a little boy, his name will probably be determined.
Zhao Changyuan nodded and said, "How about calling me Zhao Fengyu?"
Gong Yueyue said: "Isn't it too orthodox?"
"He will be the future emperor of Luotian Kingdom. Of course, the more orthodox the better. If you don't like it, you can choose a new one." Zhao Changyuan said.
Gong Yueyue shook her head: "Forget it, I can't get a name."
Zhao Changyuan smiled and consoled him: "Don't worry, you can take your time and think about it. When another child is born in the future, you can also think about one for him."
Gong Yueyue looked at him and said seriously: "Do you really want him to become the future emperor? Is that really good?"
"What's wrong? You are my woman. The future emperor of Luotian Kingdom can only come out of your belly, and no one else can." Zhao Changyuan said.
Gong Yueyue smiled. After saying so many words, she felt weak again. She closed her eyes slightly and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhao Changyuan did not wake her up again. Seeing the sky outside gradually getting brighter, he decided to start the next plan.
Now he has gradually gained confidence that even if Gong Yueyue wants to resurrect others, she will not gamble with her own life.
Because they already have strong feelings and a life connection between them, no one will leave the other in the future.
He stood up. The maid outside had heard their conversation and was standing outside waiting for instructions.
When Zhao Changyuan walked up to her, he said, "Take good care of her and give her whatever she needs."
"Yes." The maid bowed her head in agreement, her whole body tensed, not daring to have any overstepping thoughts.
Zhao Changyuan had just taken two steps and said again: "If she wakes up and comes to look for me, tell her that I will be back soon."
"...Yes." The maid agreed again, feeling that the emperor was really a good man and was really good to the queen.
Zhao Changyuan returned to the study and after finishing all the things accumulated in his hands, the sky was already getting brighter.
Yinmu strode in, knelt in front of Zhao Changyuan, and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you've been cleansed Longzi."
"Get up." Zhao Changyuan closed a piece of Gong-colored paper, handed it to him and said, "Send this thing back to the Ancestral Temple and order him to become the prince."
Yin Mou was surprised, but thinking about the relationship between him and Gong Yueyue, he didn't think much about it and took the paper and smiled.
"Master, if you leave it to the palace like this, are you afraid that some ministers will not be convinced?" Yin Mou couldn't help but say.
Zhao Changyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are they not convinced?"
Yin Mou laughed and said: "Master, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Many of them want to have a relationship with you, but you have rejected them all. Now send Gong Yueyue's child back and directly say that it is the prince.
After thinking about it, they must be unconvinced, right?"
Zhao Changyuan said dissatisfied: "If they think too much, I will send them back to their hometown."
"This is not a long-term solution. Besides, it's not right for a dignified prince but his mother has no identity, right?" Yinmu couldn't help but say.
Zhao Changyuan smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about these things at all. After you finish handling the matters here, you will naturally do everything you need to do when you return to the capital."
Yinmu smiled dryly and touched his nose. The reason why he said this was actually Biyun told him.
No matter how you think about it, I think what Biyun said makes sense. However, seeing Zhao Changyuan's appearance at this moment, it seems that they don't need to worry about anything at all.
After returning to the capital, the sect leader will definitely give Gong Yueyue her proper identity.
Gong Yueyue was lying on the bed and resting. She was provided with delicious food and drinks every day. When she needed to see her son, a special wet nurse would come to her.
The fair and chubby child has pink and red skin, and is so soft and frail that it makes your heart tremble, as if your heart will melt along with it.
The wet nurse is not very old, probably in her twenties, and she looks rather tactful and pretty. Judging from her behavior and conversation, she is also a well-rested woman.
After handing the child over to her, Gong Yueyue gradually felt relieved and no longer worried about anything. She just hoped that the child could grow up safely.
After having a child, she felt that her life had become more fulfilling and she had many different expectations for the future.
Although his identity is very special to Zhao Changyuan and he may not be the emperor of Luotian Kingdom in the future, it is completely different in her heart.
No matter what his identity is, he will always belong to her son, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, which she cherishes extremely.
Wet Nurse Xu stood respectfully beside the bed, and Zhao Fengyu was placed on the bed, staring with a pair of big round eyes filled with joy.
"Madam, the prince is in very good health and very sensible. You can tell at a glance that he will be a wise king in the future." Nurse Xu said with a smile.
Gong Yueyue looked at the child in her arms with a smile, and also showed a faint smile, saying: "I don't have any expectations for Mingjun. I only hope that he can grow up in peace, with no physical pain, and everything in the future
Everything goes smoothly, which is his greatest blessing."
Wet Nurse Xu smiled and responded: "Yes, I will definitely do it. The prince's life is so good, and with the help of his wife and the emperor, of course he will do it smoothly."
Yes, his status is that of a prince. Soon he will be appointed as the prince by the emperor. He has such a high status at such a young age. Why is it not going well?
Gong Yueyue smiled noncommittally and did not take Wet Nurse Xu's words to heart. No one could tell what would happen in the future. Everything depended on his fate.
As soon as he said this, Zhao Fengyu, who was lying on the bed, burst into tears. Gong Yueyue became confused from being distracted. She didn't know how to take care of the child at all.
As a new mother, she had never taken care of a child before, and she had no idea what was wrong with the child. She just felt that she was at a loss when she cried.
Nurse Xu held the child in her arms and first comforted the adult sitting on the bed, "Madam, he has to eat every hour now. I think he is hungry."
Gong Yueyue blinked her eyes and asked confusedly: "Are you really hungry?"
Wet Nurse Xu nodded, held her in her arms and comforted him for a few words, then stood up and saluted, "This slave is going down to feed the prince, please leave first."
Gong Yueyue looked at her leaving back and felt very lost. She didn't know how to feed the child that belonged to her, a piece of meat that fell from her body.
If she didn't live among the nobility and didn't have the help of a wet nurse, she really didn't know how to deal with such a difficult matter, and she would probably be in a panic.
Biyun brought the tea in front of her with a smile and said softly: "Miss, look at how energetic the prince is when he cries. He will be fine."
"When I saw him crying, I didn't know what he wanted. What a failure." Gong Yueyue chuckled and shook her head.
"If it were me, I wouldn't know what that means. We've never been mothers, so it's understandable." Biyun comforted. (To be continued)