Chapter 90 The child is so ugly

Qionghua Palace.

The night gradually brightened.

In the delivery room, Wen Li'er was lying on a brocade bed, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Her fingers were clenched tightly around the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white.

Severe pain swept through her body like a tide, one wave after another, as if to tear her body apart.

She bit her lip, trying not to scream too miserably, but occasionally a few cries of pain still escaped from her throat.

Inside the hall, two female doctors were busily moving back and forth, one carrying hot water and the other holding a bowl of medicine, both looking very calm.

They have seen many such scenes. Every woman has to go through this when giving birth.

The midwife also stood calmly beside the bed, and whispered soothingly, "Wen Fengyi, just push a little harder, the young master will be out soon."

Nanny Qin was wiping Wen Li'er's sweat and encouraging her from time to time.

"Yes, Master, you promised His Highness that you would do your best. If you work harder, the young master will be out soon."

Wen Li'er took a deep breath, and the prince's worried expression appeared in her mind.

She was so tired, but she was holding on.

For the sake of her child, she must do her best. The prince is waiting for her and her child outside.

Wen Li'er grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, followed the midwife's instructions, and gritted her teeth to exert force.

A sharp pain came over me, as if my body was being drained away.

Then, the sound of a baby crying echoed throughout the hall.

"Congratulations, Wen Fengyi! Congratulations, Wen Fengyi! It's a little grandson of the emperor!"

The midwife brought the swaddled baby to Wen Li'er.

Wen Li'er smiled weakly, and before she could see the child clearly, she fell asleep.

She is too tired and needs to take a nap first.

Outside the bedroom, Yan Shixu stood in the dim light of morning, pacing back and forth anxiously.

"It's almost dawn, why hasn't the baby been born yet? Send two more female doctors to take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud cry from inside.

Born!

He was so overjoyed that he forgot for a moment that Xie Zhenrong was still there, and was about to walk into the delivery room.

Xie Zhenrong, who had been waiting with the prince all night, suddenly grabbed his arm with disbelief on her face.

"Your Highness, you want to go into such a filthy place as the delivery room?"

Yan Shixu paused and stopped.

He explained: "I just stood at the door and listened to the child's voice."

Xie Zhenrong let go of his arm doubtfully.

Yan Shixu really just stopped at the door and listened quietly to the sounds inside.

Soon, the door of the delivery room opened.

Yan Shixu quickly glanced at the figure lying quietly on the bed.

Seeing that she was just tired and fell asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the midwife had already brought the child to him.

She beamed with joy as she congratulated Yan Shixu, "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! Wen Fengyi has given birth to a little grandson. Both mother and child are safe."

The palace maids serving beside him congratulated him one after another.

Yan Shixu lowered his eyes and looked at the baby in the cradle who was crying with his eyes closed and his mouth open.

The skin was red and wrinkled, a little ugly, not quite like him, nor like Wen Li'er.

But as soon as I looked at it, an indescribable sense of closeness arose in my heart.

He carefully took the child from the midwife's hands.

The miraculous thing is that when the child was held in his arms in a strange posture, he actually stopped crying.

Yan Shixu stared at the child in surprise, but happened to meet the child's big black grape eyes that were open.

The father and son looked at each other, and Yan Shixu smiled at the child.

The next moment, the child actually imitated him and grinned.

Huh?

The child smiled at him.

Yan Shixu held the child in his arms and cherished him very much.

Seeing His Highness acting like a loving father, Xie Zhenrong felt extremely sad.

She walked forward, glanced at the child, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Your Highness, we will have children in the future."

Yan Shixu paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Crown Princess and I have been guarding here all night. It must be tiring. You should go back and rest early."

Xie Zhenrong was indeed tired. If Madam Zhuang hadn't stopped her, she would have gone back to sleep long ago.

As a princess consort, she watched a concubine give birth to a child, which was really a loss of face for her.

But now hearing the prince's concern, she suddenly felt that not sleeping for a night was not a big deal.

"Your Highness hasn't slept all night either. How about you come back with me and get some rest?"

Yan Shixu shook his head: "I will accompany the child for a while, you go back first."

Xie Zhenrong knew that the prince had just had a child, so it was natural for him to be a little cherished.

She said nothing more and bowed to him and said goodbye.

After everyone left, Yan Shixu immediately carried the child into the delivery room.

At this time, the inside had been cleaned up, but a faint smell of blood could still be smelled.

Yan Shixu walked to the bed with the child in his arms, bent down and looked carefully at the woman sleeping on the bed.

Although extremely tired, Wen Li'er had a gentle and satisfied smile on her face.

The intensity in Yan Shixu's eyes melted away again. He looked at his son in his arms who was still grinning at him, and his heart softened.

As if she felt a pair of burning gazes staring at her, Wen Li'er slowly woke up.

When she saw the prince holding the child and gently rocking him by the bed, she was stunned and felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

The prince actually loves children so much.

He really is like a loving father.

"Your Highness..."

Hearing the shout, Yan Shixu turned around and looked at the person lying on the bed.

He deliberately lowered his voice: "Is Li'er still feeling unwell?"

Wen Li'er shook her head: "Your Highness, I'm fine, just a little tired and a little hungry."

"How about eating something before going to bed?"

Wen Li'er nodded.

Soon, Qingzhu brought a bowl of bird's nest porridge.

Yan Shixu gently placed the child next to Wen Lier, took the bowl and fed her himself.

Wen Li'er swallowed a mouthful of the bird's nest porridge at the right temperature, then lowered her eyes to look at her child.

However, when she saw the red, wrinkled little ball in the cradle, she let out a soft exclamation.

"Your Highness, why is our child so ugly?"

Yan Shixu was stunned, he didn't know either.

He spoke uncertainly, "Could it be that he only took advantage of our shortcomings?"

Aunt Qin on the side: "..."

She had lived for most of her life and had never seen a parent who disliked their own child.

She explained, "Your Highness, Master, all babies look like this when they are born. They will become more beautiful when they grow up."

Wen Li'er breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, His Highness is so handsome, and she is not bad either, so there is no reason for the child to be ugly.

Wen Li'er thought of something and asked, "Your Highness, have you chosen a name for the child?"

Yan Shixu nodded and asked someone to bring in pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

He spread out the paper on the table and wrote three big words.