Her voice was very low: "Your Majesty, this month, I want to breastfeed this child myself...just this month..."
Emperor Hongwen couldn't believe his ears.
There were nurses waiting outside.
He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but she had reached out to the child's cry.
The once weak hand, the hand that was struggling and exhausted in the pain of childbirth, suddenly became full of strength. Which mother would not have the power to hug when she saw her child being hungry, frozen, and crying?
That strength seems to be born without slacking off because of any fatigue.
He gave the child to her in a daze.
"Your Majesty, go out..."
He walked to the door.
Hearing the child's crying stopped, he sucked his mother's milk, and he immediately stopped making noise.
He closed the door gently, leaned against it, burst into tears, and laughed loudly.
The joy that was rushing violently in his heart almost drowned him like a tide.
Fangfei ignored the laughter outside.
Only the child's little mouth trembled.
What can he eat so young?
I can only surround my mother's closest part and just seek attention.
I don't care how much I ate.
However, that is a kind of nature, a strong nature - to give him all the best things in the world, and give him all the best things in the world.
Just this month.
It only takes one month to be his mother if he can quietly be his mother.
After that, she knew that according to the convention, civil officials and military generals would go to Beiwudang, Cining Palace, and Xuanwu Palace to give advice.
From then on, the real Empress Dowager - grandson!
That is my grandson—
The eyes were sour but I couldn't shed tears, because the child's sucking sound was natural and joyful. The slight sound was like a wriggling little bug, growing softly in my mother's arms.