Birth

Lin Huai'en's eyes suddenly turned red. He couldn't bear the meaning of Li Taiyi's words. In other words, even with the prescription, Di Shaoze didn't have much chance of surviving...

A certain deep and profound emotion that had been sealed up suddenly burst out like a mad beast at the moment when Di Shaoze's life was hanging by a thread, slamming into Lin Huai'en's heart with each stronger and stronger blow.

“Ah…it hurts…”

Lin Huai'en felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, his legs were weak, and his body slid along the door frame to the ground.

"Sir!" Imperial Physician Li hurriedly took his pulse and called to a palace maid, "Quickly call Imperial Physician Wen! Sir Lin is having a miscarriage and is in premature labor!"

Soon, Lin Huai'en's consciousness fell into chaos. He could feel the touch and comfort of the people around him, the splitting pain and tightness in his abdomen, and he could also feel his own struggle on the verge of death.

I don’t know how long I endured before I heard the crying of a baby, two small voices.

Tears welled up in the corners of Lin Huai'en's eyes.

The arrival of a new life was like an unbreakable bond, connecting Lin Huai'en and Di Shaoze's wrists. Lin Huai'en completely remembered who Di Shaoze was.

Di Shaoze was his soulmate, lover, and ruler. He was the husband he had promised to spend the rest of his life with, but also the heartless man who had shattered all his hopes...

The not-so-large room was divided into two halves by a barrier: one half was life, the other half was death. Doctor Li first fed the decoction into Emperor Shaoze's mouth, then inserted a long needle into the acupuncture point and tried to call out:

"Your Majesty, did you hear that? The Lord gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl! Your Majesty, don't you want to see them? Even for their sake, Your Majesty, you should hold on!"

The baby's loud, clear cry at birth moved everyone, not to mention their father. Even though Di Shaoze was unconscious, the connection to his bloodline still stirred a faint will to survive.

Di Shaoze murmured: "Huai En...child..."

Imperial Physician Li deliberately said, "Your Majesty, Lord Lin is extremely worried about your safety. He's so anxious that he's even had a miscarriage! If anything happens to you, Your Majesty, Lord Lin won't be able to rest and recuperate!"

This statement really had a miraculous effect. Di Shaoze originally had no will to live, but after being coaxed by Li Taiyi's words, his body actually showed signs of desperately struggling to pass away.

Wynn...Will Wynn really worry about him...

Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, Di Shaoze would crawl back from the gates of hell to see if Lin Huai'en was worried about him. He didn't want to be a lonely soul trapped in the underworld. Only by floating beside Lin Huai'en could he feel a sense of belonging.

"Wynn...Wynn..."

The cries from Di Shaoze's mouth became clearer and clearer, and his consciousness gradually returned to the main body...

Five months later.

The world is peaceful and the people live in peace.

The Lin Mansion also regained its former vitality.

Lin Huai'en was still busy with government affairs. Mrs. Lin was busy with the children. And Xue Dingchu was busy with military affairs. Because he was adopted by Mrs. Lin as her adopted son, they still lived together.

Whenever the two little ones missed Lin Huai'en, they would make a fuss and ask to come to the study. As soon as the nanny put them down on the ground, they would rush to grab Lin Huai'en's trouser legs and shout, "Daddy...Daddy..."

At the desk, Lin Huai'en held the two little ones on his legs, picked up a clean brush, and used it to tickle their noses. The two little ones liked this ticklish feeling very much, twisting and hiding in Lin Huai'en's arms, and laughing non-stop.

After playing for a while, Lin Huai'en's hands became tired and he put down his pen.

Jin Lin tugged at Lin Huai'en's clothes, "Daddy... Longlong... Longlong..."

Lin Huai'en asked doubtfully: "Longlong?"

What's the meaning?

The nurse said, "At the beginning of the month, when I brought the two little ones to the palace to see His Majesty, the young master liked the dragon on His Majesty's court robes very much and learned how to call it. The young master is very clever."

Oh...it's the dragon on Di Shaoze's clothes...Calculating the date, today is the middle of the month, and the nurse should take the two little ones to the palace again...

Lin Huai'en said, "According to the time, you should take Tuan Tuan and Wan Wan into the palace. Remember to come back before dark."

The nurse continued, "Sir, His Majesty often asks if you will come. If he asks today, what should I say?"

Lin Huai'en said: "I am busy with government affairs and I don't have time to go to the palace."

The wet nurse nodded to show that she understood, and walked forward to take the two little ones away.

In fact, Lin Huai'en had used the lame excuse of being busy with government affairs many times. He simply wanted to avoid Di Shaoze. Since they were divorced, there was no need to see each other more often. This was called clean and neat.

After the wet nurse left, Lin Huai'en continued to sign the official documents, and from time to time he could see the red comments left by Di Shaoze -

The lychees in the south are newly blossoming, and I have reserved two bunches. Would you like to try one, my dear?

The national treasury has received two volumes of Mr. Song Wen's poetry selections. I think you will like them, so I will ask someone to deliver them to you tomorrow. Is that okay?

The new palace...

Lin Huai'en's face flushed as he looked at these comments, which were almost more conspicuous than the original text, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed. He could hardly bear it anymore. Di Shaoze always added something to these memorials. If they were passed back to the local officials, who would secretly laugh at them?

Di Shaoze is shameless, but he still has some dignity!

Lin Huai'en started writing a memorial for tomorrow, and made a special note: "I am very busy with official duties and have no time to think about other things. If Your Majesty has the time, please enjoy it yourself."

Don't bother me. Lin Huai'en wrote down what he needed to say, closed the memorial, and let out a long sigh.

As the night deepened, the family waited by the dinner table, but the nurse and the child still hadn't returned. Mrs. Lin couldn't help but feel worried. "Could something have happened? Why hasn't she returned yet?"

Lin Huai'en put down his chopsticks and said, "I'll go get the kids. Mom, you and Dingchu can eat first."

Mrs. Lin nodded and said, "Go quickly and come back soon. It looks like it's going to rain. En'er, remember to bring an umbrella."

Lin Huaien replied: "Yeah."

At Mrs. Lin's reminder, Lin Huai'en remembered to bring an umbrella when getting on the carriage, but he forgot to bring an umbrella when getting off the carriage. On the aisle in the inner palace where horses and carriages were prohibited, he was caught in a sudden heavy rain and unfortunately got soaked like a drowned chicken.

But the only lucky thing was that the child did not encounter any accident. He was just taken by Di Shaoze to play tossing pots, and because it was so much fun, he refused to come back.

When Di Shaoze saw Lin Huai'en rushing over, all wet, he realized that he had forgotten to notify anyone, and hurriedly tried to find a towel to wipe the rain off him.

"I can do it myself." Lin Huai'en took the towel and wiped his face and hair.

Di Shaoze's eyes wandered over the dampness all over Lin Huai'en's body, his eyes full of heartache, and he blamed himself: "It's my fault for not remembering that I made you run all the way here in person and got caught in the rain."

Lin Huai'en said: "No problem."

Lin Huai'en knew the right balance in his speech, neither appearing too friendly nor too rude, maintaining the distance and politeness that one should maintain towards strangers.

Di Shaoze continued to ask with concern, "You are wet, so you will inevitably catch a cold. Why don't you go to the side hall to soak in the hot springs and change into dry clothes?"

Lin Huai'en paused, unable to help but think of a similar scene during their wedding: the same rain, the same invitation to stay in the hot springs. But that time, it was Di Shaoze who was caught in the rain, and he felt sorry for him. He asked Di Shaoze to stay a little longer, simply because it was Di Shaoze's first visit to his palace.

Now, the host and the guest have been reversed, and it was Di Shaoze who asked him to stay a little longer.