The child finally returned to Mrs. Yao. Mrs. Yao could not hold it, but could only put it next to her and let her turn her head to look.
"It's too much like Ruiniantian, isn't it?"
Rong Yue was very touched and said that when she saw the similarity, she thought of inheritance. This feeling was really wonderful.
Mrs. Yao also murmured: "Yes, how can it be so similar?
He was just born, and his facial features are just like his father’s, so pretty.”
"vomit!"
Rong Yue pretended to vomit, which made everyone laugh.
He was so sick that he felt embarrassed. In terms of good looks, he was really not that good.
He is just a manly man.
Yuan Qingling was truly relieved.
Perhaps only Lao Wu understands how much psychological pressure Mrs. Yao is under during her pregnancy and childbirth.
Especially after seeing the medicine in the medicine box, she became even more uneasy. Every day she would recite, "I hope Mrs. Yao and her son are safe."
Fortunately, everything went as she wished.
After closing the medicine box, she was suddenly startled. Could it be that her thoughts had exceeded the voluntary control of the medicine box?
Or as Yang Ruhai said, the medicine box is a reflection of her true will, but it is just one step faster than her. So is she surpassing the medicine box now?
Is it due to inhibitor failure?
Seeing everyone celebrating happily, Yuan Qingling thought that if he went back to inject the inhibitor dose this time, Yang Ruhai might be able to reduce it at his own discretion. In fact, having superpowers is also a good thing, it depends on what you use the superpowers for.
Moreover, she will become more and more skilled in the application of supernatural powers.
Mrs. Yao raised her head to look at Yuan Qingling amidst the celebrations, tears welling up in her eyelashes, "Thank you!"
"Stop saying thank you. You've already said thank you many times."
Yuan Qingling put down the medicine box and looked after the children with them.
Because it was a caesarean section, Yuan Qingling did not go back tonight. He stayed with Mrs. Yao to take care of her first and asked someone to come into the palace to say something.
When Lao Wu heard that Ruinsheng had a son, he was also happy for him. Dozens of people were happy to finally have a child. It was not easy.
It was also before and after Mrs. Yao gave birth that Hu Ming and Miss Zhou were ordered to get married in Ruodu City.
King An and King Wei also specially went from Jiangbei Mansion to have a banquet. King An could enter, but King Wei was blocked outside the door, saying that it was a great day and he did not want to see those people who had made Miss Zhou unhappy.
King Wei was so angry that he couldn't even finish the banquet after rushing for so long.
It was Zelan's intention that she asked someone to prepare a banquet in her room and invited her uncle in to eat.
King Wei repeatedly praised Zelan for being sensible. After a delicious meal, Zelan asked him, "Uncle, where are your gifts?"
I'll hand it over to Miss Zhou."
"With your fourth uncle, I gave him the money to buy more."
"oh?
Why don’t you send a separate copy yourself?”
Zelan was puzzled.
"Because your uncle is a bit special. They looked at the gifts I bought and thought it would be a pity to throw them away. They might as well let your fourth uncle buy them together."
King Wei's intention was not to ruin the relationship between the old couple because of him.
Zelan smiled happily. His uncle had this kind of mysterious self-confidence. It had been so long since that incident, and Miss Zhou no longer cared about him at all. She even regretted why she fell in love with such a sloppy man like him in the first place.
This is what Miss Zhou said.
But she thought it was better not to tell her uncle, lest he feel unhappy. After all, there are really no people who like her uncle nowadays.
Of course, this is not entirely true. After all, in Jiangbei Mansion, there are still many people who want to marry their uncle, and there is a long queue.
Of course, those people didn't know that my uncle only had the name of a prince and no wealth, so he was just a poor prince with nothing to show for it.