Seeing that Wei Zi only looked at him and didn't speak, Feng Danyuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "This matter - it's a little unexpected." There was no warning, no preparation, the child was coming suddenly.
"So, you need some time to accept it?" Wei Zi asked.
"No need." Feng Danyuan replied immediately. He had already prepared himself mentally on the way here.
"Then when he is born, do you have the confidence to take care of him?" Wei Zi continued to ask.
This question was an odd one, but the desire to survive made Feng Danyuan reply without hesitation: "Yes."
Wei Zi said: "There are still four months before the due date. If you have time during this period, learn more about how to take care of a baby. If you want to combine theory with practice, the queen just gave birth to the little prince, you can try to take care of the baby."
Feng Danyuan: "......!!!"
He felt something was wrong, it was indeed a trap!
Can you refuse?
Raising a slightly forced smile, he replied against his will: "Okay."
Wei Zi nodded with satisfaction: "Go to sleep, good night."
Feng Danyuan: "..."
Good night? Why did he think he was going to have nightmares tonight?
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However, a dreamless night was very peaceful,
Before dawn, the wind started to blow.
He kissed Wei Zi's forehead and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen, but didn't feel anything strange.
The child and his mother were both asleep.
He curled his lips. As a husband and father, the first thing he had to do was to let his wife and children sleep peacefully and peacefully as they did right now.
When Feng Danyuan walked out of Yongning Palace, he was already the majestic King Chen and the God of War of Yun Kingdom.
On the way, the secret guard explained the funeral process to Feng Danyuan in detail, which was planned by Zhongshu Ling, King Yan, Mrs. Feng and the people from the Ministry of Rites last night.
When Feng Danyuan arrived in front of Zichen Hall, the fish belly was just white from the east.
Amidst the gray mist, there were people standing in front of the palace, all of them were royal family members of the Feng and Yun clans.
Logically speaking, the new emperor should be in charge of the funeral. If not, he should be the most noble person in the royal family.
Among all the princes, Feng Danyuan had the highest status, but the blood on his body was not Feng's blood after all. The Ministry of Rites disagreed no matter what, so they retreated to the second best and considered the prince and other princes. But the second prince was only twelve years old.
In the end, the burden of presiding over the funeral fell on King Yan.
And with Feng Danyuan, who commanded an army of 800,000 men, standing behind King Yan, no one raised any objections to this.
The national funeral was carried out in an orderly manner.
The emperor's body was placed in a coffin made of golden nanmu.
The Yun Kingdom no longer produces this kind of wood. Feng Danyuan brought it back from the mountains during his early campaigns in the Western Regions.
The emperor was very happy at that time and said that the "imperial wood" would be a good choice for making a coffin for him.
Feng Danyuan was not happy after hearing this. He said: These can be used to make tables and chairs for you. Just wait and find someone who makes that thing.
The emperor lamented: People will die eventually, so there is no taboo in making coffins.
Feng Danyuan insisted: just make tables and chairs.
The emperor laughed it off.
Later, Feng Danyuan never found so much golden nanmu again, and the emperor finally made those golden nanmu into his coffin.
Today, this golden nanmu coffin has become the emperor's final resting place.
Feng Danyuan stood quietly in front of the coffin, looking at the emperor's face as if he was sleeping, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
