Countless nuns came in and out of the inner room, carrying basins of hot water in and basins of bloody water out.
Ning Tianyuan stood in the hall, looking at the women coming and going, he just frowned, and there was unconcealable restlessness in his eyebrows.
This year, he has turned forty-five years old.
As the saying goes, there are three types of unfilial piety. The greatest is not having an heir. As an emperor, having no heir is even more taboo.
All this gave Ning Tianyuan great hope for the fetus in the queen's belly. Seeing that the baby was about to be born, how could he, the emperor and the father, not be anxious.
"emperor!"
The owner of Longhu Camp walked in cautiously.
"Has everything been dealt with?" Ning Tianyuan asked.
The leader of the Longhu Camp bowed respectfully, "Back to the Emperor, everything has been taken care of, but..."
Wow!
Just as he was halfway through his words, he heard a loud baby cry from the inner room.
Ning Tianyuan's face was filled with joy, and then he swayed and rushed into the inner room, "Has the baby given birth?"
When the nuns in the room saw him coming in, they were all surprised and startled for a moment before bending down and saluting, "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, the queen has given birth to a dragon son!"
"Oh!" Ning Tianyuan was overjoyed. He immediately walked to the bed and looked at the little baby in his grandma's arms.
In the red cloth, the baby was small, wrinkled, with its mouth open, kicking its legs vigorously, and crying loudly.
"That's great!" Ning Tianyuan stretched out his palm and gently pinched his son's soft, fat little hand, "That's great..."
The Emperor, who was always overjoyed, couldn't hide the joy and emotion in his heart.
On the pillow, Empress Song heard that she had given birth to her son, and she raised the corners of her lips palely.
"emperor!"
As a queen, and with a gentle heart, she never thought about how to rely on her son. She just felt sorry for her husband. She was finally able to have a son for the Ning family, and she was naturally happy in her heart.
Turning around and reaching out to take the palm she extended, Ning Tianyuan smiled tenderly, "Thank you for your hard work, Queen!"
"It is my duty to conceive a child for the emperor!" Empress Song raised her body with her arms, "I only hope that the emperor will grant amnesty to the world for the sake of the little prince... Don't be with Chu Chu
Feng Chu cares about it, they are just children and not sensible."
Empress Song didn't know about the tombstone, nor the true relationship between Chu Chu and Ning Tianyuan. She just thought that he was still remembering some outrageous things that Feng Chu and Yun Chu had done before.
Queen Song had naturally heard about the two men entering the palace and being banned from Yunning Palace, but she never dared to say anything.
Now, it was just that the emperor was happy when he gave birth to a son, so he boldly asked the emperor for mercy.
Ning Tianyuan sat on the side of the bed, pushed her back onto the pillow and lay down, "The queen doesn't have to worry about these things. You just need to have a good rest. I will make my own arrangements for the rest."
Queen Song sighed in her heart, but did not dare to say any more words.
She comes from a wealthy family, has always been very gentle by nature, and has always been very self-disciplined. She never raises any questions about political affairs. Today is the first time. Seeing what Ning Tianyuan said, it is natural that it is inconvenient to say more about it.
After sitting with her for a while, Ning Tianyuan stood up, gave some instructions to the nuns, glanced at the little prince again, and then walked out of the inner room.
"Strictly guard against anyone who comes close to the queen and the young prince!" Ning Tianyuan left an order and strode out of the hall, then asked the leader of the Longhu Camp, "What did you want to say just now?