The emperor was overjoyed that the imperial concubine gave birth to a baby boy safely, so he skipped one morning court session and stayed in the palace with the imperial concubine and the eldest prince.

Bai Susu had barely slept all night in preparation for the birth of her child. When the excitement of giving birth wore off, she inevitably fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, the tent ceiling was still bright yellow above her head. It was already getting dark. When she moved a little, she felt pain in her lower body and couldn't help but moan.

Then, figures gathered outside, and the brocade bag on the top of the tent swayed. Nanchun had already opened the gauze curtain and said happily, "My lady, are you awake?"

Then the entire Yangxin Palace came alive. Bai Susu saw the figures moving outside and remembered that she had just given birth. She asked weakly, "Where's the baby?"

Her voice was hoarse. Nan Chun carefully helped Bai Susu up, put a thick soft pillow behind her, and then fed Bai Susu a few sips of warm water that she had just poured.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master. The little prince is with the wet nurse, and the emperor is always by his side."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sounds of greetings coming from outside, and Emperor Xuan Jing came over with a baby in his arms.

Because he was tall, the child looked even smaller.

However, when Bai Susu actually took the child over, she realized that this kid was still quite important.

But in one day, the little face, which was still a little wrinkled, had grown up and became indescribably round, plump and cute.

After all, it was her own child. The more Bai Susu looked at him, the more she loved him. She gently touched the child's tender cheek with her fingers and said softly, "Your Majesty, have you chosen a name for the little prince?"

Since the birth of the prince, Emperor Xuan Jing has been smiling. When he heard Bai Susu's question, he said the name he had been thinking about for months: "I plan to name the child Ji, what do you think?"

"Ji?" Bai Susu was slightly puzzled. "Which word? And what does it mean?"

Emperor Xuan Jing smiled and lightly drew a few strokes on the quilt. Bai Susu looked at it carefully and finally had an idea in her mind.

Ji...the country and the people, Emperor Xuan Jing's expectations for his children are already evident.

She gently rocked the baby in her arms and said softly, "Ji'er, let's call you Ji'er from now on, okay?"

The child had not opened his eyes yet, but when he heard his mother's voice, he actually grinned, which made Emperor Xuan Jing overjoyed.

When Bai Susu fell asleep, he stayed by Ji'er's side. He felt that his eldest son was different from others from the moment he was born. First, he didn't like to cry and was extremely well-behaved. Second, he was smart and clever. On the first day of his birth, his eyes were already very clear and smart, and he could recognize people.

It's really puzzling.

Emperor Xuan Jing loved this child to the core. The royal family believed in holding grandchildren rather than sons, but Emperor Xuan Jing had no such taboo. He had learned the correct way to hold a baby at some point, and after attending court every day, he would return to the Yangxin Palace to accompany the mother and daughter.

After washing her hands and changing her clothes, she picked up the child and walked slowly back and forth in the room, her eyes glued to the child, as if she couldn't get enough of it. When she looked down at the child, the love she felt was almost overflowing from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Seeing this, Bai Susu smiled slightly. She leaned on the soft pillow and drank rice porridge mouthful by mouthful.

She couldn't eat anything too greasy after giving birth, but fortunately the porridge was thick and had a layer of rice oil. Although it was light, it was soft, glutinous and mellow in the mouth, and it felt like it softened her stomach, which was very comfortable.

As soon as she finished her porridge, she began to complain softly: "Ji'er's child doesn't look like me at all, he looks like the emperor."

Bai Susu once held the child and looked at him from left to right, and found that her chubby little boy was really carved out of the same mold as Emperor Xuan Jing. Not only his eyebrows and eyes, but even his nose and mouth, vaguely had the shadow of Emperor Xuan Jing.

She went through ten months of pregnancy, but the child she gave birth to didn't look like her at all? It really made her angry.

Emperor Xuan Jing smiled faintly upon hearing this, his affection almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He sat back on the bed with the child, straightened the bright yellow silk ribbon on the swaddling clothes, raised an eyebrow and said, "How does he not look like Susu? I see the little expression on Ji'er's face when he smiles sometimes, and it looks exactly like you."

Bai Susu had been eager to hear what Emperor Xuan Jing had to say, but this? His expression? So unreal. Seeing her dissatisfaction, Nanny Zheng beside her interrupted with a smile, "The little prince is truly blessed. The sky is round and the earth is square. I've seen so many children, but I've never seen one as handsome as this little prince."

Nanchun and the others naturally agreed one after another. Bai Susu felt proud when she heard it. After all, it was her own child, so she naturally loved him however she saw fit.