"Sister, when was the baby born?" Qiu Ling'er asked, her voice filled with surprise and joy.

Qiu Yan looked up and glanced at the sunlight outside through the window.

"It's been more than an hour."

Outside, Gu Qian and He Jinran stood under the eaves, unable to get a word in edgewise or enter the house.

"The baby is so beautiful." Qiu Ling'er carefully held the swaddled infant, looking closely at the child's features. "He looks just like his aunt."

When she left this morning, her sister said there were still a few days left.

If she had known her sister would give birth today, she wouldn't have left.

"Ling'er, the child is so young, how did you know?" Qiu Yumei shook her head with a smile. Ling'er was praising her in a roundabout way.

She intended to take the child, but Qiu Ling'er turned away from her.

“This child clearly takes after his mother.” Jiang Liu said with a smile, then slowly took the child from Qiu Ling’er and carefully placed him in the cradle.

Outside, Gu Qian thought to himself, "He clearly takes after his father."

"The child clearly looks like his brother," He Jinran murmured, and accidentally received a slap on the head.

"No one would look like you!" Gu Qian slapped him once, then, feeling it wasn't enough, slapped him again.

This child is sincere.

He Jinran had already retreated to a distance of five feet.

"What's wrong with looking like my brother?" He Jinran chuckled.

"Father, I wish Mother would have a little sister."

Gu Qian: "Don't you have a younger sister? And more than one."

He Jinran remained silent.

Dad is right, he does have more than one sister.

It's a pity that Sisi isn't here with me.

The Emperor entrusted him and his father with all the trivial matters of state, allowing the Emperor to relax and enjoy himself, which made He Jinran quite envious.

inside the house,

"Xiaoyan, you need to rest." Jiang Liu still vividly remembers how she fell asleep immediately after giving birth to her first child.

Xiao Yan's mental state is much better than hers.

“Yes, Xiaoyan, take a nap. We’ll take the baby to his room. Don’t worry, a wet nurse will feed the baby when he gets hungry,” Qiu Yumei added.

"I don't need a wet nurse," Qiu Yan refused. She wanted to breastfeed the child herself.

However, she eventually fell asleep after being persuaded by her second aunt and aunt.

When Qiu Xu returned home, his sister was already asleep.

He couldn't wait to go and see his little nephew, wanting to hug him, but the child was fast asleep, so he only carefully touched the child's fingers.

He couldn't help but think of his cousin Jingyuan. Back then, he was just as small as that little bundle of joy, and now he's nine years old.

...When Qiu Yan gave birth to a son, everyone in the mansion, from the youngest servants to the most obedient ones, was overjoyed.

The next morning, Qiu Yan got up, and the man beside her had already gotten up and was busy with something.

Qiu Yan thought of the child and went to the child's room immediately.

What she saw left her both amused and exasperated.

Her little child was being surrounded by three adults.

He Jinran wanted to hold the child, and Qiu Ling'er also wanted to hold the child, but in the end, Qiu Xu stopped her directly.

"The child is still asleep, don't disturb him."

Qiu Xu, standing to the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since Qiu Ling'er and He Jinran became eager to try, he had been on tenterhooks, fearing that the two of them might accidentally wake the child and cause him to cry.

Finally, the beloved son, under the watchful eyes of Qiu Ling'er and He Jinran, quietly and peacefully fell asleep.

"When will he wake up?" Qiu Ling'er whispered, clinging to the cradle.

"It's already morning, he can really sleep."

"When will he be able to call me 'brother'?" He Jinran asked expectantly.

"It's still early." The speaker was Qiu Yan. Thinking about what had just happened, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and tranquility.

"You two, don't just focus on taking care of the child, you've even forgotten to eat breakfast."

Upon hearing Qiu Yan's words, Qiu Ling'er and He Jinran glanced at the child with reluctance, then followed Qiu Xu to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

Qiu Yan approached the child and carefully placed his outstretched little hand under the blanket, but in just a moment, the child's little hand reached out again.

After repeating this process several times, Qiu Yan gave up.

In the next instant, Gu Qian appeared behind her, holding a bowl of rice porridge.

"Yan Yan, you can't even stay still during your postpartum confinement. Have you ever seen a new mother walking around like this right after giving birth?"

"It's alright, it doesn't matter," Qiu Yan said with a smile.

"It's alright, it's windy outside, you shouldn't wander around." Gu Qian sat opposite Qiu Yan, scooped out a spoonful of rice porridge, and fed it to her.

"I understand." Faced with her husband's stern gaze, Qiu Yan obediently replied.

She swallowed a mouthful of rice porridge, the rich aroma of rice filling her taste buds.

After finishing her drink, she couldn't help but praise, "The cook's skills are getting better and better."

“Not a cook,” Gu Qian said with a faint smile, “but my husband.”

"Did you make this porridge?" Qiu Yan looked at the bowl of red and white glutinous rice, longan, and red date porridge, somewhat incredulous.

As far as I can remember, Gu Qian never cooks.

"Yes, but I consulted the two cooks." Gu Qian scooped another spoonful and fed it to Qiu Yan, smiling contentedly.

"I also made bird's nest porridge, pork rib soup, and crucian carp soup, which will be ready soon."

Qiu Yan's lips tightened. "Can I eat all this by myself?"

"The portion isn't large, let's try your husband's cooking first and see which one tastes better." Gu Qian recalled his chaotic scene in the kitchen, full of confidence.

Yan Yan just praised him, which means he did the right thing.

"You must behave yourself for the next three months," Gu Qian earnestly instructed. If he hadn't said so, he was afraid his wife would have acted as if nothing had happened and continued doing whatever she was doing.

Qiu Yan: "Isn't the postpartum period supposed to be one month?" How come it's become three months for her?

"My aunt said it's best to wait three months." What Gu Qian didn't say was his aunt's exact words.

Some new mothers are physically weak and need adequate rest. It is best to rest for three months, strengthen nutrition to help the body recover, and prevent postpartum illnesses.

Well, actually, he was thinking that his wife should take advantage of her postpartum period to rest and recuperate properly.

Otherwise, given his wife's restless nature, she'd probably be back to running the business as soon as her postpartum period was over.

He felt that they weren't short of money, so there was no need for them to work so hard.

Actually, Qiu Yan just wanted to make her life more fulfilling.

“One month is enough.” Qiu Yan couldn’t sit still, thinking about the scene of her lying in bed earlier.

"This matter must be decided by my husband," Gu Qian insisted.

Qiu Yan protested, wanting to say that it was completely unnecessary.

Well, she's currently weak and needs to rest.

Qiu Yan drank the bowl of rice porridge completely.

After you finish this bowl, have another one.

After drinking it again, my breasts became very engorged.

Just then, the child woke up.

The loud crying startled Qiu Yan and the other girl.

Gu Qian carefully picked up the child.

She was finally able to hold her son, but in an instant, Qiu Yan took him away.

"The child is hungry."

After saying that, Qiu Yan lifted her clothes and began to breastfeed.