Hearing the baby's cry, he shouted through the door, "Is she born? Is she okay?"
Po Wen's voice came from inside, and she said happily, "Congratulations to the prince on the birth of the pearl. May mother and daughter be safe and well."
He was overjoyed, peace was good, peace was good.
He was about to open the door and go in, but the imperial concubine stood up and stopped him, asking, "Has it been taken care of?"
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, we are processing it." Po Wen ordered people to clean up the blood room, and it took a while before she opened the door. Before Fu Shen was pleased, King An had already entered like a whirlwind.
Yuan Qingling was dealing with the child's umbilical cord wound. Without looking, he rushed to the bed, slowly leaned over, stared at Princess An, touched her pale and tired face, and said in a choked voice: "Thank you for your hard work."
Princess An's voice was full of exhaustion, and her eyes were full of smiles, "Your Majesty, look at the child."
"Okay, okay!" King An said this. He just looked back, but did not walk over. He still guarded Princess An.
After Yuan Qingling took care of it, he came over with the child and placed it in King An's hand.
King An was caught off guard. The baby had already been placed in his hands. He didn't dare to move. He held it in an awkward position and carefully looked at the little pink face. He didn't even know.
Who she looked like, but King An felt inexplicably familiar in his heart. He felt that he had known her many years ago or in his previous life. This feeling was so strange.
In fact, since Princess An became pregnant, although he said he had expectations for the child, it was not growing in his belly and he had no feelings for it. But now it is different.
This is his daughter!
Maybe, some things are really not that important.
King An placed the child next to Princess An. Princess An looked sideways, feeling happy.
"Concubine, look at it!" Prince An turned around and said to Concubine Di.
Concubine Di had a slight smile on her face, and she was naturally happy, but she still felt a little regretful in her heart.
She glanced at Yuan Qingling, and she couldn't explain how she felt. Why was she the only one who gave birth to a son? She gave birth to five more.
When leaving Prince An's Mansion, Rong Yue rubbed her cheeks that were sore from her silly smile and said to everyone: "It's great, another life has come."
The sky has turned dark, and the figures of several people are reflected on the walls of Prince An's Mansion. The arrival of new life has made this originally not very lively Prince's Mansion abuzz. Gradually, away from the laughter and laughter, Rong Yue's sentimentality becomes clear.
Coming.
Yuan Qingling held her hand and walked out together, "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon."
Rong Yue smiled reluctantly, "Let nature take its course."
After watching Princess An's delivery, she suddenly felt how much blessing it would take to have such a life. She didn't dare to force it for the moment.
They each got on the carriage at the door and went back to their respective homes.
Back at the mansion, Yu Wenhao had come back and was reading the memorial in the study. Yuan Qingling walked in and gave him a spoonful of agarwood. He stretched out his hand and took her over and held her in his arms, "She's born?"
"Yes, sister!" Yuan Qingling leaned into his arms and said softly.
"That's great!" Yu Wenhao was very envious.
Yuan Qingling then laughed, "What? Are you trying to rob me again?"
"I don't dare!" Yu Wenhao lowered his eyebrows, "I dare to rob anyone else's, but not his."