Xia Yan seemed to expect that I would be surprised, but he didn't take it seriously. He pulled me back and explained carefully: "Last time you grew grace and almost lost your life. I thought about it carefully and decided to forget it."
If it's possible, I mean, if it's possible - I really want to make Xia Yan's family full of children and grandchildren, and have everything he wants.
I subconsciously touched my belly and cried silently.
Xia Yan felt sorry for my pain in childbirth, so he preferred to have only one princess rather than me giving him another prince.
But he is a great king, not an ordinary father. How can he do without a son?
A whimsical and very bold decision was made in my mind.
I want to give Xia Yan a son, it's necessary.
The next day, I was gloriously sick.
Qi Xuan took Han Yang into the palace to see me, and talked with me about old times.
I dragged my frail body to give me a warm welcome, but Qi Xuan heard that I was sick because of watching the snow, so he replied viciously: "You deserve it!" and then left.
Hanyang's belly was bigger than I thought. I thought I was just pregnant, but I didn't expect it was more than seven months old.
With her big belly, she looks very rich, and her eldest son is over two years old, and he can walk, talk and even play tricks.
It’s really enviable to the point of bursting with envy.
"Oh, you don't even know how annoying it is to have a child. Feeding and washing diapers can't sleep well for years..."
I quickly stopped her: "It seems you don't need to do these things!"
Hanyang, who was talking endlessly, was suddenly startled. He slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Although you don't want me to do it, it's still tiring to watch!"
"..."
The boy from the Hanyang family was white and tender. He looked like a mold of Qi Xuan. He had big eyes and wandered around. He wasn't afraid when he saw me. He crawled around on my legs noisily. Later he was not satisfied.
He only crawled on my legs and insisted on getting down. After he was put down, he crawled around the table and bench like a puppy. He occasionally bumped his head without crying. He looked up at Hanyang and drooled while laughing.
Hanyang scolded calmly: "Silly son."
Although his tone was angry, his eyes showed full of care.
At this time, Hanyang suddenly let out an ouch, and I was extremely nervous.
However, Hanyang laughed happily and startled me: "What's going on?"
"The little guy kicked me."
I couldn't help but think of the feeling of being kicked when I was pregnant with Chang En. Only women know the feeling of being kicked. It seems that my stomach has not been kicked for a long time.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked curiously.
Hanyang touched his belly with a look of disgust on his face: "The imperial doctor said it's a son again this time."
"..."
Will you die if you don't use "again"?
Then Hanyang added another word: "I want to give Qi Xuan a daughter, but all the girls are born with naughty girls. If Qi Xuan is not bothered, I am too."
"Isn't it good to have a son? A son can inherit the title."
"Why do you want a title? You can't make a living. Qi Xuan also wants to have a daughter. When she grows up, she can be dressed up like a little princess."
I really want to remind her that unless Qi Xuan becomes the king, her daughter will have to be called Princess.
"But this baby is still a little boy."
Sometimes fate is so playful. What you want often doesn't come, and what you don't want will rush into your arms.
I wanted a boy, but unfortunately I couldn't have one.